[[Raetsel slams the deer to the ground, feeling quite proud of herself. And she licks her bloodstained paws as her prey lies on the grassy floor of the forest.

She hasn't lost her touch.

Perhaps her son returned home already. Hopefully, when she comes back, Mytho will be dead by then.]]

[[Those in the hedge maze will notice several muddy pawprints leading to the center of the labyrinth. If they follow, a young lioness can be seen, sleeping peacefully in the gazebo. She purrs lightly, and stretches in her slumber.]]

Hmm...purrr...hungry...

[[And yes, she still fails at hunting.]]

*..."All that should not be here will be back in its proper place..." The dark-haired lion had heard that booming voice, early that morning, and knew what it had to mean. Soon...he, his mother and Ahiru would return to the Pridelands...and he would have to kill Mytho. Ahiru would obviously tell him he couldn't be trusted...but it wouldn't matter. ( Read more... )

[The castle remains quiet in the night, save for any noises made by its occupants. The residents have long turned in for the night. It seems to be the bridge between two regular days for this strange palace ( Read more... )

[[A lioness sits quietly on a low branch of a tree deep in the woods, arms crossed, and tail dangling and waving side-to-side in an almost pendulum-like motion. She examines her retractable claws, her ears twitching slightly.]]

...Hm.

[[Her eyes narrow as she glances around. This place that she woke up in is strange and unfamiliar. The ( Read more... )