=--------------------------------------------------------------------------= ___ _ _ ___ ' | ` |__| |__` oooo | | | |__, .ooooo. o 88 ---------------------------------------------------- o8" `"o8 88 ooo oo888oo ooo ooo ooo oo ooo ooo ooo d8' " 88 8 ,8' `8. 8"8 8 8 o8' 8 8"8 8 d8 88 8 88 88 8 8 8 8o' 8 8 8 8 88 oooo 88 8 88 88 8 8 8 88o 8 8 8 8 88 di 88 ,o 8 `8. ,8' 8 8.8 8 `8. 8 8 8.8 `88. ,8i o88ooooo'o8o `"ooooo"' o8o o8o o8o `8o o8o o8oo o8 (c)"88oood' =--------------------------------------------------------------------------= The Lion King is copyright 1994 by the Walt Disney Company. This MUCK in no way constitutes a challenge to this copyright. =--------------------------------------------------------------------------= Administrative contact: TLK Admin Registered users: type 'connect ' to connect. Guest users: type 'connect guest guest' to connect as a Guest. For finding a name, type 'names' after connecting, and to apply for a character, read the rules and type 'CCS'. *If the MUCK is DOWN, please email the Admin so they can restart it!* =-------------------= NO HUMANS BEYOND THIS POINT! =---------------------= [ April 24, 1999 ] Outskirts of Utatu The greens and yellows of the Utatu Lands begin to fade dramatically around you as you move away from them. The earth beneath your feet has has become hard and dull --lifeless. Cracks line the tawny dark depths and you begin to wonder if anything can grown let alone live here. A dusty path well worn by paw marks but looking like it hasn't been used in a long long time leads forward into a dark forest up ahead- The trees are bare and dead- but there thorns still prick. Do you dare continue? Continue on into a (D)ark (F)orest Retreat back to the (U)tatu (L)ands You can see... [IC ] Dendrine, outcast of Utatu. [ZZZ] Sekar, one confuzzled pup. [ZZZ] [Vollutt] [ZZZ] [Jumnu*] His fur now matted and dirt covered Dendrine is dozing, lying on her side. Jicin stretches her growing limbs, yawning as she wakes, still a distance from the others. Dendrine flicks an ear, and grumbles something in her sleep. Jicin shakes herself, standing, and flicks a wary glance over the sleeping Wolves. Dendrine wrinkles her muzzle a little, then growls softly and opens one eye. Jicin freezes, dipping her head in submission at the sound of the growl. Dendrine hauls herself into a sitting position, stretching out before turning her head to chew an annoying insect on her flank. Finally she notices you, and her eyes narrow slightly. Jicin remains still, watching Dendrine with lowered head, attentive. Dendrine hmms, then barks out, "Here!" Jicin quickly crosses the distance between them. When she reaches Dendrine, she makes an effort and raises her head to look into her mother's eyes. Dendrine twists her mouth into something vaguely like a smile. "Good." Jicin dosen't even move in response, except for the shivering of her thin flanks as she breathes. Dendrine scritches her ear thoughtfully, then tries something, keeping her eyes on you. "What is your name?" Jicin manages in a low, hesitant voice, almost raspy from lack of use, "Jicin." Dendrine nods. "What is your brother's name?" Jicin's voice continues to display her uncertainty, not of the facts but of her own role. "Vollutt." She shifts her weight from paw to paw, then volunteers in a rush, "Sister's Sekar." Dendrine flicks your ear, but not too hard. "Answer the question and nothing more, girl. Who is your father?" Jicin hunches her shoulders, rebuked. Her voice is even quieter. "Jumnu." Dendrine nods. "Who is your mother?" It takes an effort of will, but Jicin does not look away from the hagard Wolf in front of her. "You. Dendrine." Dendrine smirks lightly. "And WHO, girl, is your ENEMY?" The tone in her voice indicates that it would not be a good idea to get the answer wrong. Jicin hunches over further, trembling, eyes showing her anxiety as she tries to form an answer. Dendrine puts her face close to you, breathing roughly over your fur as she waits impatiently. Jicin swallows hard, desperately wanting to back away, but manages to stand her ground and blurt out, "Them. Shekwon." Dendrine chuckles gruffly. "Good girl." Jicin relaxes the merest fraction, and her breathing slows as she calms. Dendrine stands up, and starts to pad in a circle around you. "And who are the leaders of the Shekwon?" Jicin answers one immediatly. "Jana." Then she pauses, uncertain of the other name. Dendrine nods slowly. "And Akila. And Kali. Who taught you this? Jumnu?" Jicin says carefully, "Some." In truth she cannot really remember. Dendrine tilts her head. "Fair enough, I s'pose." Jicin turns her head, then her whole body, to continue facing Dendrine as she paces. Dendrine pauses, then frowns down at you. "Tell me. What would you do to Jana if you met her?" Jicin answers quickly, "Hurt." But it's a response she hopes will be acceptable, not a genuine wish. Dendrine hmms, a little unsure as to your sincerity, but satisfied with the answer. "Good."