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[eight_or_eleven]

There are three lions out by the lake, lounging as they enjoy a reasonably warm sunny day. Two females, one male. One of the females happens to be of an unusually dark colour; the other two a white made brilliant by the sunlight

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[tyler_marlocke]

...there's a happy shout from someone who just made their speedy way towards the door leading into the back area.

Then it's the sound of fast running feet before Tyler shouts out in glee.

"SHUJAAA! STRENGTH!"

[eight_or_eleven]

Oh. Well. Guess it took all of two seconds to figure out which one was Strength. Can't have been that hard to figure out.

"Hello there!"

[tyler_marlocke]

It was mostly shouting to see where Strength WAS since where Shujaa isn, Strength is usually nearby, at least in Tyler's experince.

In any rate, Tyler's going to be hugging the big lion in a tackle right into his mane.

"Oh man, I haven't seen you guys in something like forever!"

[eight_or_eleven]

Even if she hadn't said anything, the fact that one of the lionesses is a bit browner than is typical might have given her away.

Or not.

"I know. I have been busy."

It's not easy being on-call for others' life-altering problems. Btu they do it anyways.

[never_b_free]

Somehow, the appearance of the three lions caught Amascut, herself formerly a deity who enjoyed being lioness-shaped, up in a tree.

Her current status as a deity is debatable, but her aversion to lion-shaped things is not.

There is a displeased growl coming from the trees near the lake.

[eight_or_eleven]

One of the lions-Utani-raises its head to look about, and then all three do.

Are they being ... snarled at?

[never_b_free]

Maybe.

It's not long after Utani looks over that she realizes that she is snarling.

What was she thinking, there are three of them! What is she going to do? Snarl at them until they die of boredom?

The snarling stops and the trembling begins.

Well, at least lionesses don't climb trees.

[eight_or_eleven]

Um. Well, they can climb. But it's considered clumsy and also not recommended.

The three continue to stare.

Their company appears to be a conflicted sort.

[withhistailhigh]

A fourth, considerably smaller feline is padding across the yard to join the other three. If he's intimidated by the presence of lions, he doesn't show it.

[eight_or_eleven]

And will be welcomed by the other not-quite-cats when he gets there.

The sun is nice today. Good and warm.

[withhistailhigh]

The cat treads to a spot in between two of the lions and stretches out on the grass, rolling over to soak up the sun.

[eight_or_eleven]

Room is given.

You know, in case the newcomer wants more space to really stretch out in.

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool creeps over to them, curious as all heck and perhaps drawn like a fly to honey. Or something metaphysical like that.

In any case, KITTIES.

[eight_or_eleven]

Hmmm metaphysical they're not quite, but in the absence of anything better we'll go with that.

It's Shujaa who opens an eye.

This stranger is different in some tangible way yet unknown.

[forgottenmotley]

Metaphysics, metaphorical, metafictional, meta-meta, mechaliechahimechahani-ho.

"Hi kitty!" The Fool says and waits to see what happens.

[eight_or_eleven]

9.9;;

Kitty? says the lion.

Something of a manchild we have here?