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Post by Kizkitza on Sept 5, 2009 14:04:21 GMT -5
Kamau kept looking back and forth from Vitani to Bakari, although it was hardly detectable. She was still trying to gain eye contact with the prince, trying to make sure he understood and wouldn't have her killed for a simple misunderstanding, or some heinous thing like that.
Similar memories ran through her head. She recalled playing viciously fun games of tug-o-war over scraps of wildebeast or zebra pelt. They grew along together, two peas in a pod. When the playing subsided slightly as they grew, they discussed things. Discussed what would become of the thoroughly-trained prodigious prince Kovu. Vitani was always so enthusiastic about him. Kamau, not so much. She was biased, though, because of her deeply-rooted crush on Nuka that she'd had as a young lioness. No matter what, though, up until they were seperated by the happenings between the prides, they chattered and played like they were inseperable. There was no doubt in her mind that she meant what she was about to say; however, there was something more to it all.
"Thank you. I've felt simply awful ever since that day. It doesn't feel right to hate you... but we both know where you belong."
Another glance to Bakari with those icy blues, as if to convey a message: You smellin' what I'm steppin' in, my cute little regal furball?
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Post by --` Kovu on Sept 7, 2009 2:55:09 GMT -5
--Posted reserved to me. I will post when he leaves.--
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