New piccies!!

[Kilua]

Testing, testing... OooH!!! SEXY MOMBERA!

[Shawchert]

Isn't he? I ish a proud papa hahaha... although... anyay test

[Enzi]

Siggy testing!!

[Siwa]

test

[Subana]

*yawn*

[Nuki]

One stride at a time, he makes his way to the promontory, his expression slightly stunned and bewildered, as if it were he approaching the Great King rather than the reverse. Then, when he stands directly beside Nunda--making it quite clear that despite the white lion's massive size, Mufasa still stands a good six inches taller and outweighs him by several hundred pounds, just like his father--the Lion King abruptly seizes him with one foreleg and crushes him to his golden chest.

And it is real. For that one long, eternal moment, by the Beloved Lion's bequest, Nunda's mentor and friend feels as solid and warm to him as he ever did when alive, interlaced with the shimmering, tingling, blazing warmth which the Hidayan has by now come to associate with the holy...the best of both worlds. He can also feel quite clearly the moistness of Mufasa's tears soaking into his mane, each trickle feeling like a frigid icicle threading its way down onto his shoulders before sinking in and fading. Though the white lion cannot know it yet, each tear causes a lock of his mane to turn a crystalline, glittering silver...a mark of incredible favor and honor from the Kings.

[Nuki]

Just a day before, he had been padding through the Pride Lands alongside his mother and sister and had spied the old tree from a hilltop. There was an enigmatic, mystical allure to the place, and the little white cub felt drawn to it. He begged to be able to inspect the tree that day, but Kaori had been in a hurry. His sister, Hekaya, had also put up a fight. “Why would we want to see some dumb old tree?” His mother promised that he and his sister could play by the tree the next day, but Kaya refused to spend the afternoon around an ‘ugly, boring tree’ so Kaori had left her to sun herself with the lionesses, and asked if somebody could just put a word out that Koma would be at the old tree and to maybe pop by from time to time to make sure he was alright.

Kaya doesn’t know what she’s missing, he mused to himself as he leapt from the stone and pranced back to the old tree. He stopped a few meters from the aged sentinel just beneath its coat of shade, his aqua eyes marveled at the branches above. The wind played gently through the leaves and branches, and Koma swore if he looked hard enough, when this bough swayed fro, he could make out the outline of an old lion illustration on the trunk. Tunes seemed to dance on the breeze as the old spirits that gathered here reminisced; Koma did not feel alone. It was something he did not completely understand, but accepted with an open heart. He felt akin to this ancient tree and the energy that gathered here. It was warm, sentimental, comforting… he wondered if this was what it was like to have a grandfather.

[Nuki]

K’chara’s eyes became perfectly round orbs as she peered towards the top of the rock, the sun filtering over and filling her vision, diluting everything in that direction into a darkened silhouette. She pressed herself against Jenga’s side, and trembled with him. Her jaw dropped and her eyes followed the large shadow as it slowly grew over the stone and blotted out the sun. All K’chara could see were a pair of large, copper eyes beneath a marble mane, peering at them from behind the rock, and that was enough for her.

“AHHHHHHH!!!” She screamed at the highest, grisliest pitch. She tried to scramble backwards, kicking up puffs of dust before tripping over Jenga’s rump and toppling over. She landed with her chest and chin flat on the ground, rump and hind legs splayed comically in the air. “Uhnf!”

[Nuki]

This morning had been industrious and fruitful for Queen Nala and her fellow huntresses. The break of dawn delivered five drowsy, but experienced lionesses from the sheltering confines of the pride’s den. The daily addition of refugees from allied lands to the Pride Lands bore the necessity for increased hunting, so each morning a party of the pride’s most experienced hunters, usually led by Nala herself, would traverse into the herd territories and yield the fattest kill they could catch. Targeting top game was no laughing matter, and even Nala’s keen tactics did not often fell their mark on the first attempt.

For the past several weeks, daybreak was executed in replica of the preceding mornings: Once descended from Pride Rock, Nala and her troupe would jog heartily to where the herds graze, stretching and warming tight muscles. They would choose a herd for the day; Nala herself would select their goal, and then strategize with her pride sisters, allowing for each lioness’ particular skill level and specialty. Most of the mornings melted together in her memory, each mirroring the last. The monotony bored her, but the diligent queen would do what she must to ensure the survival of her pride and its allies. At one point that morning, from a hillcrest, Nala felt a pang of guilt and responsibility as she cast her eyes over the zebra herd. Their numbers were thinning, and Nala feared it was her fault for having over-hunted them in repetitious oblivion. For now, she advised her ladies to avoid hunting zebra, and made a mental note to consult Simba about setting a royal decree and outlawing the killing of the zebra until their numbers were restored.

[Nuki]

Bright rays of sunlight peeked through the jungle foliage and landed upon the young Enzi's nose, causing him to sleepily open his eyes and bat at imaginary phantoms. He was curled up with his brother, in the arms of his grandfather, the great king, Erasto, and his golden and ivory mother, Ophelia, was snoozing gently, her head resting on Erasto's back. Since their return, they had stayed exclusively with Erasto, taking their time to recover from their journey before they met the pride...save for that strange white lion, who was so identical to his much loved grandfather! Their brief meeting on the path had imprinted firmly in little Enzi's mind, and he felt sure that the lion they had met would definitely cross paths again...

Enzi wondered a little about the jungle they had finally found. No-one had ever told him it wasn't safe to roam about on his own, and his overwhelmed mind had decided he would go for an exploration mission with his brother!

Enzi carefully slipped out of his grandfather's paws and nudged his brother gently.

"Bear.." he whispered. "Are you awake? I want to explore on our own..."

He hoped his brother would wake soon...he didn't want to whisper any louder for fear his mother and grandfather would wake up...

[Nuki]

As she spoke, the grave expression on the prince’s face mutated into a warm smile. The lioness was several seasons younger than himself, yet she was steadfast and wise. Nunda’s father and pride had certainly imparted as much knowledge upon him (though when he was very young, he was quite unwilling to absorb those lessons), but part of him knew that, even this far into his adulthood, there were many lessons he had yet to learn. He furtively believed his naiveté lent to the failure of his rulership, although with the events that have come to pass in the last day, his heart held that it was all soon to change.

Still, he could not help but admire Amayah’s every uttered word. She had been so well schooled, and her proper upbringing and sturdy bloodline glittered in every word, every movement, every fiber of the lioness. She was so considerably different from most of the lionesses he had known.

In a catlike gesture, he nudged her cheek with his nose and whispered, “Thank you.”

He nodded once as he turned back to the savannah, addressing the last of her words. A deep sigh of anticipation snaked through his muzzle, and then he chuckled. “You know, I really wouldn’t want to be Salio. I don’t know your father, but I can’t imagine it would be an easy job to tell any father that their gorgeous young daughter has gone traipsing off through the savannah with some strange lion.” Though he was feigning gravity, a grin cracked his muzzle. “I do hope your father has heard the phrase, ‘don’t shoot the messenger.’ Everything will be fine though,” his tone grew more positive than the warning that had come before. “I’ll have you back home in Jamala in no time.”

[Nuki]

He was pouncing on his sister one last time when his mother told him to stop. He looked down with a pretend ashamed look on his face and then stuck his tongue out at his sister. But when his mom tells them what they are going to be learning today, his ears perk up in excitement for a new adventure! Just as he was about to ask if they were going to get to help her kill it with her, he saw Tamu walk up, and proclaiming his prescense, then spotted Kauli, who he grinned at. He looked at Tamu who was really tall, after his last meeting, which was his first with Kauli he found a lot of respect, he saw something in the scarred lion he wasn't sure he'd ever see. The scars of coarse were not frightening to him, although they were numerous, his father had some and they didn't seem to bother Mombera at all, but his demeanor was a gruff tough lion, who Mombera thought normally didn't really have many feelings. but he was wrong when he met him, so the grin he gave Tamu was a rather wide one. He was glad Tamu was a nice lion and not some mean guy.

The whole mood suddenly changed, and he was still by the mouth of the cave when it all happened. it was so quick and yet, it felt as if an eternity went by, once he heard the strange lioness' voice his hackles rose and the hair on the back of his chubby neck rose. He looked up to see the shadow of something he wasn't sure of, it looked like a male lion, with fur flying all around. but he'd been sure it was a female voice, he squinted and looked and what he saw... made him do something very involuntary, he didn't know exactly what he saw, but it wasn't right, not right at all, he backed into the cave, shaking like a leaf, hiding behind his mother, he'd never seen that much blood.. and the mane... the mane that was on her head... with white splotched... it did look so familiar, he couldn't stop shaking or thinking, things didn't click into place in the cubs mind but the image of the tan lioness with the red mane... and bloody face wouldn't leave his mind.

[Nuki]

This morning had been industrious and fruitful for Queen Nala and her fellow huntresses. The break of dawn delivered five drowsy, but experienced lionesses from the sheltering confines of the pride’s den. The daily addition of refugees from allied lands to the Pride Lands bore the necessity for increased hunting, so each morning a party of the pride’s most experienced hunters, usually led by Nala herself, would traverse into the herd territories and yield the fattest kill they could catch. Targeting top game was no laughing matter, and even Nala’s keen tactics did not often fell their mark on the first attempt.

For the past several weeks, daybreak was executed in replica of the preceding mornings: Once descended from Pride Rock, Nala and her troupe would jog heartily to where the herds graze, stretching and warming tight muscles. They would choose a herd for the day; Nala herself would select their goal, and then strategize with her pride sisters, allowing for each lioness’ particular skill level and specialty. Most of the mornings melted together in her memory, each mirroring the last. The monotony bored her, but the diligent queen would do what she must to ensure the survival of her pride and its allies. At one point that morning, from a hillcrest, Nala felt a pang of guilt and responsibility as she cast her eyes over the zebra herd. Their numbers were thinning, and Nala feared it was her fault for having over-hunted them in repetitious oblivion. For now, she advised her ladies to avoid hunting zebra, and made a mental note to consult Simba about setting a royal decree and outlawing the killing of the zebra until their numbers were restored.

This morning had been industrious and fruitful for Queen Nala and her fellow huntresses. The break of dawn delivered five drowsy, but experienced lionesses from the sheltering confines of the pride’s den. The daily addition of refugees from allied lands to the Pride Lands bore the necessity for increased hunting, so each morning a party of the pride’s most experienced hunters, usually led by Nala herself, would traverse into the herd territories and yield the fattest kill they could catch. Targeting top game was no laughing matter, and even Nala’s keen tactics did not often fell their mark on the first attempt.

For the past several weeks, daybreak was executed in replica of the preceding mornings: Once descended from Pride Rock, Nala and her troupe would jog heartily to where the herds graze, stretching and warming tight muscles. They would choose a herd for the day; Nala herself would select their goal, and then strategize with her pride sisters, allowing for each lioness’ particular skill level and specialty. Most of the mornings melted together in her memory, each mirroring the last. The monotony bored her, but the diligent queen would do what she must to ensure the survival of her pride and its allies. At one point that morning, from a hillcrest, Nala felt a pang of guilt and responsibility as she cast her eyes over the zebra herd. Their numbers were thinning, and Nala feared it was her fault for having over-hunted them in repetitious oblivion. For now, she advised her ladies to avoid hunting zebra, and made a mental note to consult Simba about setting a royal decree and outlawing the killing of the zebra until their numbers were restored.

[Nuki]

But now, it was just the two of them, Ashley and her, as they wandered into the woods alone, her arm wrapped around his waist as she smiled brilliantly with both excitement and anticipation. Her blue eyes were glowing vividly as her wolf finally realized she would get her freedom tonight. And, as Ashley had instructed she squeezed his hand before slipping behind a large oak and stripped swiftly leaving Ashley in the smaller clearing. And, like never before the transformation came easily and quickly to her; one moment she was standing on two legs as human, and the next she was on all fours covered in a chocolate fur with golden highlights all through-out. This time the transformation was nearly pain free, unlike the horribly painful first one.

With a grumbling chirp, she bounded forward toward where she left Ashley waiting to come upon him in his wolf form, that of a large ebony wolf with a stripe of white. Her she-wolf was in control for the moment and she wagged her tail as she came face to face with him, a wolfish grin splitting her maw and letting her tongue loll out. A whimper came softly from her throat and she quickly licked his maw in affection and greeting before slowly running her body the length of his own, whispering to his mind.

I feel so alive!


She lowered to her front paws, her rump in the air as her bushy tail continued to wag in a clear invitation for Ashley to play. In this moment, she was obviously allowing her wolf to come out, as she was normally much more controlled…although when it came to Ashley who knew anymore! Her very human blue eyes danced as she admired Ashley’s wolf form, clearly knowing her thoughts would be easily read by him. He was very handsome and large in this form, his muscles clearly giving him strength, while her smaller size gave her speed.

[Nuki]

Chuckling pierced the silence – it was not just one laugh but two, and reverberated through the ravine and off of the rocks. It came from above, but not the same path Nanlyah and LD had just tread. The voices were young and similar in pitch, but were notably different genders. Both hissed a peculiar, sly chortle.

"What’s the matter?" A female voice echoed overhead. It was certainly that of a child.

“Are you lost?” This was the male’s voice, then the two were stricken with a laughing fit.

“Don’t know what you think you’re doing here!” It was the male again, and then the voices parried.

“Wrong lands to be lost in!”

“These are Nuki’s lands.”

“Have you come for dinner?” More laughter ensued. When they finally calmed, a scraping noise scratched above them. Something was moving up there, too high to reach and too dangerous to travel to. It was a rock… a large one... the edge began to teeter over the ledge.