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       The Vast Savannah[Home of Leone]
       By: Evil Kitty Date: January 9, 2015, 4:08 pm
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       [center]THE SEARCH FOR PRIDE[/center]
       Vanity walked through the empty savanna as his stern, auburn,
       eyes stared deep into the distance; the heat sizzling off of the
       dry grass. This world was harsh, unforgiving. It was survival of
       the fittest. Fight for every meal you have. There needed to be
       some form of society. Some way to create organization in the
       infinite wasteland of death and fire. This was his goal. To
       gather his people and create a fierce kingdom that will protect
       themselves against modern day weapons and abilities.
       So he walked and walked through the dying grass; wrustling under
       his massive boots. He was lucky if he found a tree or some brush
       to shade his body for a moment when he took his breaks. Feet and
       legs aching with the lazy need to rust, but, he knew his people
       were far in between. He would have to find them. Welcome them
       into the family if that was what they wanted. If not he would
       try his hardest to convince them. He could not force them.
       He spoke in a stern tone as he stopped for a moment; eyes
       squinting from the bright Sun beating down on him. Glaring into
       his eyes. "Where are you my brother's and sister's?" He was sure
       to leave his scent wherever he walked; dragging his palms over
       the hard bark of the few trees. A pattern pointing the way
       towards him for both enemy and ally alike. He was being far from
       cautious. Caution was a lucture his people could not afford.
       He only pulled his grey jacket up by the black fur on the
       collar; fitting it tightly to his body. A deep auburn energy
       flowing out from the pendant around his neck and slipping over
       his arms. Only to form his signature armor; lion heads pulling
       out from the shoulders with their eyes emitting that same foggy
       auburn energy. Leaving his defenses up as he wandered. He may
       not be very cautious, but, he was no fool. He would not leave
       himself wide open. His people were not the only people in these
       lands.
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