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[Ebele]

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The quick blades of a helicopter whirrled overhead, the sound accompanied by fur-ruffling wind parted the eyes of the near unconcious lion. Virtigo overtook the femme and blurry vision made everything impossible to comprehend. She knew this feeling, but the sounds above, or was it below, her spurred her curiosity. Time after time of these blackout sessions had taught her not to fear them, but now she did fear, and she cringed as she breathed in her surrounding.

This was not her home. This place did not smell of her cement watering hole. This place did not smell of her human caretakers. This place did not smell of Simba. So, where was this place, exactly. The distant thunder of the helicopter blades signaled it's departure, and the feline's eyes whisked open in sudden panic. She grappled with her paws, trying to force them under her and push herself upward. In this land of unfamiliarity, she felt threatened. With a roar of agony, the cat topple back to the ground, still not fully out of control of the drugs.

Her breathing ragged, she engulfed herself with the scents of that she didn't understand. A strange, white grass grew from below her, this was not the soft green carpet of blades she was used to. There were no trees in her immediate sight, and this frightened her. There was no watering hole, not that she could see. But there was a scent she recognized. Lion. Relief washed over her as she willed to call out to Simba, and as she breathed in again, a new wave of panick attacked. That was not Simba, this was a different lion. No, not a different lion, different lions.

Now she flung herself to her paws. She would not fall bait to these ill-willed creatures, she may not have experienced the threats herself, but pure instinct told her to run.

Run for your life.

This post has been edited by Ebele on May 25 2009, 10:06 AM

[Zuberi]

(Sorry if it took a while for someone to answer, it's a little dead here lol)

Zuberi looked up as he heard the whirl of helicoptor blades. He had been wandering around for a while, looking for something to lessen his boredom. He had not been expecting to see a helicoptor drop off a lioness, of all things.

He noticed that she looked quite panicked, and ready to run. He really didn't want to introduce himself or make himself known at all, as he wasn't the most social lion around, but since there wasn't anyone else in the immediate vicinity, he supposed he had to.

As he made his way over to her, he tried to be as loud as possible to not startle her further.