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Our story begins two years after the destruction of Livana and Danica. While the country of Isfera is still otherwise somewhat separate from each other, Kingdoms are now aware of each other’s presences, and the devestation of the years prior finally seem to be falling away. Earthquakes, tsunamis, massive storms, and wildfires are no longer as common as they once were; however, with the weakened states of the sun and moon, the tides no longer come in as far as they did, and the nights are nearly pitch black; the sun is not powerful enough to continue to feed the lush forests, and so many places that were once overgrown and lush are now slowly withering. The aftermath of the disasters are still felt around the world, with once-great monuments now fallen, and homes destroyed. It is not unlikely for lions to have lost close ones, gone missing, or gotten injured during the events. The feeling settling on Isfera is uncertainty, and for some, betrayal. How could their Goddesses have lied to them for so long?
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Now this, this was a boy with a plan. Genim’s day had started out early what with having to find the biggest and most perfect of leaves for his super awesome project idea. You see, he had it all planned out in his head and was totally ready to get things together and going - Nim was going to make a family picture. It probably (definitely) wouldn't be easy, and it would be the most ambitious thing he'd ever attempted in his short life what with having thus far kept his scribbles to dirt and his own fur, but he was ready for it! And, the boy would all but giggle happily to himself, he bet his momma would love it too.

Where was he again? Oh, right, leaves! Big leaves, cool leaves, all the leaves! Little paws would move quickly, if not a little clumsily, with purpose as Genim started his search for supplies all kinds of excited about his totally brilliant idea. With a sudden random thought and a small gasp the boy would slide to a stop, what if he could do something like for other people too?! Quickly enough he'd shake away the thought though, it was probably better to start with one plan at a time right? (Oh, but the seed was planted now and eventually it would grow...)

It wasn't very hard at all to find leaves, but the perfect ones? That was proving a bit harder for the child. It had to be big enough to fit everyone on after all, and not to slippery otherwise everything might just go sliding off. But Genim was stubborn, and so very determined that somewhere around there he was going to find what he wanted even if he had to look at every single tree in the land. Yes, he would bob his head determinedly, he'd look at every single leaf if it came down to it just you wait.

Just...he kind of wanted to get to the really fun parts now and his paws were starting to get tired, and he was getting tired, and with a huff and a flop the boy would land in a discarded pile and roll onto his back to start up into the canopy. Maybe he could just rest his feet a few minutes and then he'd start again, yeah, that was it.

Every day seemed to be a repeat of the previous for almost as long as Amalthea could remember at this point, but then that was hardly a surprise now was it? For a girl who wanted so much to make her family proud she'd yet to really find a way in which to do it, or even just something to fill her days with in general. It was sad was what it was, and at times she almost felt jealous of her siblings because they must've been doing so much better for themselves than she was. After all Thea hardly ever saw any of them so around so the obvious answer must be that they'd found ways to occupy themselves, that or else she had accidentally managed to become a recluse despite her youth. Standing, stretching, the youth would let out a short yawn before contemplating just where to go to rectify her accidental seclusion.

And yet despite deciding to change that, to seek out someone (anyone!) to spend the morning with in the end Amalthea would somehow find herself in one of her new favorite places to be instead; a place she found even more interesting than the strange castle whose very idea she loved. No, this place was far more intriguing to her and with every visit to the hollowed out tree her curiosity only seemed to grow and Thea couldn't help but hope that one of these days she'd learn to understand the things carved within it or find someone else who could. Although, her face would screw up in thought, maybe what they'd left within was nothing more than gibberish created by someone with too much time to waste. Even if it really was nothing (not that she actually believed that; there was too much there to be nothing more than worthless scribbles), she still wanted to know that for sure.

Finishing what was sure to be the first of several rounds within the library the girl would come to rest against the peeling bark of its home as she stared off into space pondering just who she could ask about the place. Surely one of her parents would know something about it, right? Or else they'd know someone who else who did. But...she didn't really want to bother them with something that was  so trivial compared to everything else they probably had to deal with. No, she would sigh as he head fell back against the tree, this was going to be something she had to figure out for herself it looked like.

They'd run, and run... and run... Resting in lands they'd passed through before on the way to and from to the war with Inaria. The group spent time together, some on their own, and different pairs to get to know the strangers who'd fled by their sides. Today the sun dusted ex-Saborako wandered on her own from her companions, however not far. Naviti had needed some space to lick invisible wounds, embrace the sudden freedom, and enjoy herself. A word to allow the group to know her direction with general information that she'd mark as she did on Saboro's borders incase she went a bit too far.

Naviti longed for the comfort of her purple tree, the garden she had allowed Lucas to plant around and below it. The field of poppies beside that the girl would dive through as a pup with her siblings. Never truly fitting in as a kid, but growing closer to Oriana as an adult and through her pride in the ex-Sabora. More than anything though, her heart felt heavy. Hurting heavily in her chest, an ache for Keanu. Swallowing a hard lump, bright blue eyes sought distraction.

Hours of slow walk, nose sniffing out odd flowers that had never thrived behind the bars of Saboro. Giggling gleefully pulling a pollen covered muzzle from one sweet scented bunch in particular, a comical sneeze as a creamy paw whisked away most of the irritant. Most. Navi did indeed notice the scents around the area, when it became strong enough to resemble a border the girl redirected to a wide field. Dashing out into the open space, springing herself forward into a long deserved run. Small feet guiding her gracefully along, her chest aching with what could only have been the rediscovery of a passion free of restraints or demands.

Springing up and diving through until the indigo female lay with foliage stuck in her lovely wavy fur, a smudge of pollen on her dark nose, her laughter had grown in volume. Pure, joyful, despite that heartache that constantly lingered.

((Naviti is meant to be outside Gemini, PM me to let me know if I titled this wrong
Prp; but might open in a few solid rounds, or will make an open if there is interest))

(I wish I could be more original but ah well, here we go.)

A month after Stoneclaw split apart, and the leader she respected and admired vanishing with no traces left behind. She had decided she needed some company, or well something to do with her life than just sit around being a loner. She decided to head in a direction hoping it lead her to a wolf pack, she had passed by a few borders but none of those really interested her, as most of the landscapes she had been trekking through had been to hot for her thick fur do to her genetic heritage. She pushed forward wanting a pack farther north, considering Grim haw was still in her memories and she wondered how the other two snow sabers she had meet and joined up with had been doing. She hadn’t seen them in so long though, that the memories of them were kind of faint. But she would recognize them instantly if they were to appear before her again.

What felt like a long time, and eventually she felt cool grass beneath her paws. That would shred beneath her claws and she felt the cool wind once again. Not panting as heavily this time, and that was when she smelled the scent of wolves and a scent she did not expect, one that did not send fear through her but a fighting drive at first. But then she got a hold of herself and knew she could handle it even if a hellion were to appear before her, and it turned to curiosity rather than a hunting or fighting instinct. Since she had fought and hunted hellions originally, but maybe there might be some friendly ones out there that didn’t want her blood and these ones seemed to have a mind.

So gathering her thoughts and instead focusing on the conclusion she had decided upon, since this place seemed like a good place to join. She let loose a mighty roar, sending multiple birds to flock out of the trees in a spree of flight. That would get anyone in the nearby vicinity to come running she chuckled after she finished, and then pulled from her harness a few crafting materials, and started making a simple necklace. To pass the time as she waited for someone to show up, to see what the hell had shown up on their damned doorstep.

Sabbath could only hope this was a good idea.

The black-pelted Puma slunk along the terrain, claws digging into the ground as he sought footing. Climbing a mountain was hard, but a feline could do it. It was harder with his wounds, however. Although it was hard to see it with his dark colored pelt, there were patches of blood littering his pelt, mostly on the right side.

The Puma favored his right forepaw, limping rather heavily. There were a series of thin, painful but not life-threatening, scratches on his side, and a nick in his ear. There was a deep, painful gash that ran from his shoulder to his paw on his right foreleg, exposing muscles and giving glimpses of bone.

The Puma grimaced, but looked down upon the territory he had been planning on joining. At first, when he'd had his own territory, it had merely been a thought. But now, now that he'd been thrashed and thrown from his territory, it had become a reality.

Sabbath made his way down the mountain, keeping his nose out for the scent marks that would identify the border of the pack's territory. Once he found it, he would sit, careful not to trespass, and roar to gain the attention of someone who could invite him into the pack.