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Post by Flamewolf on Aug 21, 2006 14:06:11 GMT -5
Large paws steathily, quietly, ran across the savanna. The large shadow followed the figure as it made it's way across the sand. The moon shone down, trying to reveal the lion's identity. It did as he reached a big cliff, looking out over the lands that had not been claimed as of yet. Eyes looked at stray animals, even a few elephants off to the right, and the small grassy area directly in front of him.
The lion took a deep breath of clean, crisp night air, only smells of other animals coming to him. No lion had crossed this land or marked it as their own. Shaggy mane ruffled in the occasional breeze that swept through, his tail swished behind him. With one quick movement, he lifted his head to the sky, mouth opening to emit a loud roar. Elessar's voice carried out among the sky, proud and dangerous, a voice belonging to a powerful lion. His closed his maw and looked at the pride. The Golden Pride. Elessar smiled gently before turning. Once again, the figure descended the cliff, this time going to the grassy area he had observed up on the cliff.
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