The Queen of the territory sits quietly on her haunches.. -- ~-Realm of Death-~

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Date Posted: 12:10:29 07/27/01 Fri
Author: *~*Crimson*~*
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Subject: The Queen of the territory sits quietly on her haunches..

Eyes passing back and forth over the silent terrain. It was now up to her, and her alone, to defend this territory and its lionesses if they remained loyal here. She would never leave her home, for her heart was buried in its earth somewhere, and that would forever be the chain that held her back from deserting this vast place. Her mate, Sin Ferral, had left so sudden, and without notice or thought of what would become of his pride that he once cared so much for, but now stood deserted and forgotten in his mind, wherever it may lie.
A sudden gust of wind passes through the silent lands, stirring up a clattering somewhere. The Queen turns her head toward the disruption, to see the brittle bones of a wildebeest in the near distance. Broken and shattered, they lie there, as the steady breeze takes the crushed dust of the remains, carrying them to a place she did not know of. Those silent, dying remains held sweet memory of what had once been. Two allied lionesses had brought that adult male herd leader crashing into the ground, and had drained its life so quickly. One had even risked dying to prove she was capable of such power to her King, and still ached in her heart to do so.
The stealthy Queen closes her beautiful eyes, a dream of everlasting life with her once powerful and growing pride now slowly fading into a memory, a memory that would fade into forgetfulness if she were to let it do so, but that would never be allowed to happen. For she would always keep them, within a warrior's heart..

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