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(Ah sorry, I think the notification got buried or something because I didn't see it until now! Apologies for making you wait!)

"I know somewhere we can go." Ariana said, aware that the weariness in her voice was all too apparent. "But let's just find somewhere to rest for the time being, I don't have the energy for travelling yet."

(I'm not entirely sure what to put...)

It is currently: Dusk!

Sheera
Sheera gave a nod. "Yeah... I'm feeling tired anyways." She padded towards the treeline, hoping to find some shelter for the night. She didn't bother keeping her tail in the air or her head high this time around. Her heart was a dull pain in her chest now, and when one emotion left, all of them did.

(Haha, I do it all the time, don't sweat it. :3

Sheera will follow Ariana wherever she goes. Just wanna avoid confooooosion. )

Bane quietly padded through the forest. It wasn't dark enough for Bane to gain his full power but it was coming. He saw animals dart through the bushes and trees as he went by. He headed toward the mountains and was careful not to enter the lion's territory. He approached the edge of a mountain and looked up. There was a ledge and he assumed a cave as well. He made his way up the mountain and into the cave. He looked around and saw that this was the one he was looking for. It was concealed very well and was a hard place to reach. He decided to nap until midnight.

Glancing up at the spreading branches above her head, Ariana picked a big enough tree and leapt slightly clumsily into it, scrabbling a little to get comfortable. "Why don't you join me?" She said, looking down at Sheera and fluttering her eyelashes in a half-joking way.

(Ugh, I haven't had much creativity lately.)

(haha, I know the feeling :P)
It is currently: Dusk!

Sheera
Despite the humor in the gesture, Sheera's heart skipped a beat as she flashed a smile and replied in a pompous voice, "Don't mind if I do." In a fluid leap, Sheera landed on the branch, wincing as one of her paws slipped off. She soon settled down and entwined her tail with Ariana's, whispering, "I'm so glad I'm here with you."

"Well, well, well, well. Look who's 'er."
Brunhilde didn't take kindly to the Gatekeeper. Like any other fortified settlement against these creatures, there was someone in charge of the gate, keeping it closed and opening it when they want. Unfortunately, the gatekeeper in this case was a stocky young man named 'Kennon', he grew up in the town and didn't have the best history with Brunhilde and the pair avoided one another like the black plague.
"And a Good Evening to you too." Brunhilde replied coldly, lifting her nose ever so slightly and grimacing - almost like a hostile warning, given the blood that still remaining on her skin and clothes.

"Rough fight?" Kennon asked with a over-enthusiastic sneer, "Bounty hunting and delivering ain't the best combo o' jobs for you, I don't think." Giving her a critical look and then glancing at her bloodied and battered limbs, he added spitefully, "Why don't you grow up and get a proper job."

Brunhilde simply replied with an explicit beginning with the letter 'f' and followed it with the word 'off' and glowered at him. Talking to him would slow her down from getting in and even worsen her attempt to get in, last thing she needed was this loser preventing her from getting home.

"Nah, nah, nah." Kennon replied, almost as if he were trying to defend his cynical behaviour, "All 'm sayin' is think about it - there's a few jobs available 'ah Think. Besides, no more travelling, no more distances from yer brother, and uh..." looking at her once again up and down, "No more fights at knife-point?"

"I'll think about it." she replied, as coldly as she did once before. With a moment of awkward silences, Kennon backed away towards the gate and began to open the door with his set of keys, he was growling to himself some explicits about Brunhilde of course, calling her mainly a female dog, but it was the only thing the pair seemed to share, growling and verbally attacking the other. Just like old times. With a sigh of relief, the door opened - the smell of burning embers from the fires, the sounds of people arguing. Finally home.

"Just so you know.." Kennon began, even though Brunhilde was walking away, "Yer brother ain't coping that well with, uh, the illness." With that, she turned around and faced him, but already he was closing the gates, "Just thought you should know."

(Sorry for the delay, finally back from my charity trip - Sorry if this paragraph was too long!! xD)

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(No problem! Glad you're back!)

Bane stretched and got up. He decided to go get something to eat. He caught a rabbit and ate it half heartedly. This forest was too nice. Too boring. It wouldn't be when he was done with it. Something newsworthy every day. But until then he would have to wait. To lay low so no one would suspect anything.

(Agh my brain is not working today.... Sowwy.)

It's good to be back the smell of smoke and burning made Brunhilde's nostrils flare, the sight of scattered burning embers from fires contained in old trashcans illuminated small littered pathways and the large road between the shacks of houses and slums. It wasn't like the world before, homes were once made out of bricks and beams, not old tires and corrugated iron. This city has fallen hard when the creatures began to attack, even small companion animals like dogs and cats were as savage as they came and from the graves littered outside the settlement's walls, you could tell.
Walking up a dimly lit street, she continued. Her home was like the rest, a sloping shack made out of ruined materials but it was home. Of course not proper home, but that was gone like so much else.

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Zaire was well aware of the lions use of the river. Although he was certainly questioned when he returned to camp. The leader had hoped that the plentiful array of meat and food to eat would have made the crocodiles happy and at peace, for some rogues had attacked them once before but also because of their starvation. Yet, crocodiles are proud species and rarely share their waters, it can be seen even when the wildebeest come to drink, they'll be attacked and killed for even coming close to the water's edge. Criticism therefore flowed through many, including members of the bask that Zaire would never have imagined. Many kept silent, some made their points incredibly well known but it was crystal clear to see that there was discontent with what would have been a peaceful and respected treaty.

(I can't really think of much tbh.. T-T)

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