The Pride Lands (Zeke, NM, kovu42, morri908)

[Moka]

Edit (October 17, 2009 by Moka) - This RP started with a plot made by Zeke and kovu42. Later, NM joined in. Later still, morri joins in and kovu42 disappears from the RP. The RPers are still deciding whether or not they should continue this RP.

Enjoy!

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Hmm...

[Zeke]

Is this over, or is it ok to join. I realized it isn't very active anymore.

[kovu42]

Yeah, this one has really slowed down, although I hope we can get it restarted here. We are getting close to starting our serious roleplay if you want to check that one out!

[Moka]

And just because we start another one doesn't mean we'll give up on this one

You can join both RP's if you want, Zeke

[kovu42]

BTW, just asking here, where exactly is the plot going from here? Because my character is basically in a drug induced sleep and I don't know where that leaves me......

[Moka]

We can RP the original events that took place on pages 1 and 2. Read up

[Panda-chan]

[I'm really sorry I haven't been here in forever but ever since school started I've been reeeeeeeeally busy. I promise I'll be more active from now on......... ]

And what are we going to do with this roleplay? I'm out of ideas.

[Moka]

I dunno! lol

Maybe someone should make a new RP

[Zeke]

Can I start? You can disregard it if it doesn't work. Just thought it would be fun to write what's on my mind. And pease excuse my horrible spelling.

"Where is he?" "Where's the theif?" Zeke took refuge in a small patch of brush to catch his breath. Through the twigs, he surveyed the lionesses madly circling the perimeter, searching for him. Due to his own pride being wiped out by a grassfire, Zeke has been traveling alone, descretely stealing what scraps he can from the stockpiles of small prides he has encountered. But after a tedious life of petty crimes, he was spotted.

Hiding in the bushes, Zeke saw that his time was running short. The lionesses were closing in on his postion quickly and it was only a matter of time before he was seen. He found a break in the lionesses' formation and made a frantic dash to get away. Heads turned as Zeke erupted from the bushes, sprinting as fast as he could. The lionesses furiously slashed at the rouge, one tearing a gash in his nose, and another latching onto his shoulder for a second, almost bringing Zeke to the ground. Adrenaline pumped through Zeke's body, he felt nothing but overwhelming fear as he dashed away from the enraged pride. With lionesses still on his tail, Zeke found he was nearing a massive gorge and it was comming up fast. Having no other choice, Zeke hurled himself across the gap, leaving the lionesses far behind on the other side. Zeke landed on his front paws, but stumbled and rolled on to his shoulder leaving a cloud of dust behind him. He looked back to find the pride retreating, for they did not dare to take the risk of following him over the gorge. Zeke slowly lifted himself off the ground, now feeling a sharp, tearing pain across his face and shoulder. Blood was gushing profusely from his nose and Zeke began to feel light-headed, but he pushed on, putting as much space between him and the lionesses.

Soon, something appeared in the distance, but Zeke's vision was slowly giving way to darkness and he was far too weak and wounded to get out of range of the figure. Zeke limped on approaching the figure, but his legs gave way and he passes out.

(Thought I might tie in a recent sketch.)

[Moka]

The figure hurried toward him. Zeke could only identify him as a baboon before losing consciousness. The baboon began taking African fruits and herbs off of his belt that he wore around his shoulder. He began tending to his wounds and cleaning them out. After ten minutes of it, he took out an orange herb and stuck it under Zeke's nose. The lion abruptly woke from his unconsciousness and took a few deep breaths.