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Lingra
It was just a normal day. I was feeling a bit depressed about my loss of power, letting out aggravated sighs and sitting under tree, facing away from the rest of the world. By that time, when people saw me, they no longer feared me or growled; they just kind of ignored me. I was walking around the outskirts of the area, when she came.
She was a beautiful creature, with fur like silver lining and snow white underfur. But at the time, I only thought of her as some passerby. She approached me. I was shocked; she must have been new here.
"Hi! Can I follow you around?" she asked. Her voice seemed nearly matured, yet had the hint of childhood innocence left in it.
"No, why would you want to?" I snapped at her, my temper already flaring at the fact that someone was talking to me. She seemed unphased.
"I don't know, I'm bored."
"Well then the answer is still no."
"Why?"
"Because."
She pouted for a moment.
"Well can you at least show me how to get to Forest?"
I let out a sigh. What was the harm? There was nothing else to do anyway.
"Fine. But keep up. If you get lost on the way, I'm not sending out a search party for you," I said, leading her in the right direction. We ran all the way, and she mimicked my pace almost exactly. She never lagged behind. I stopped at the very edge of Forest. "Here," I said, turning away. Instead of running off, she started up conversation.
"What's your name? Mine's Lingra."
"Omaha," I muttered, hoping she'd go away. If I kept my identity a mystery, I could see her persisting. She was just that type of lioness, I could tell.
"Oh! Cool!" she said, then paused. "What happened to your tail? Where's the fluffy part?"
I looked at my tail. It ended like a cat's tail instead of a normal lion's tail. The end was a dark red, stained from blood.
"Lost it in a battle," I said, flicking it.
"Did you win?"
"Of course! I may have lost part of my tail but I certainly won the fight."
"Wow, you must be strong. Well, I gotta go."
I sighed. Finally. Just as I was about to run off, she called after me.
"Wait! Omaha!"
"What?"
"I'll be seeing you soon."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
But she didn't answer. She ran off, and I thought I heard faint laughter. I was left alone, confused, frustrated, and interested. What had she meant by that?
Chapter. 4 Guilty
I stood atop a large rock, pacing back and forth. What did she mean by that? I will see her again? How? What? A growl erupted from my throat. And why was I still thinking about it? Why couldn't I just forget about it? I roared and slashed a nearby tree. My claws left a deep mark on the bark.
"Someone's angry," a voice said behind me. I whipped around, snarling. I hated being snuck up on; it almost never happened.
"Who goes ther- Oh, it's you," I said, glaring at her. There stood Lingra, sitting below the rock, staring up at me innocently.
"Yup, it's me. Told you that you'd see me again," she said, flicking her tail and grinning.
"Yes... you had me quite confused by that statement," I admitted.
"I know."
"How did you- never mind," I said, not wanting to confuse myself even more. "What do you want, anyway?"
"I just wanted to talk."
"Well go find someone else to talk to. I'm not much of one."
"No, the others are boring compared to you. You interest me."
"Well, you confuse me."
She giggled and jumped onto the rock with me. I took a step away, but didn't run off or strike her. It was strange. Perhaps I was just in a 'good' mood. Or perhaps... she was trying to trick me! Well I certainly wasn't going to let that happen! I began to snarl, lowering myself into a fighting position. She took a step back and titled her head.
"What are you doing?" Lingra asked.
"I'm not falling for your stupid trick!"
"What trick? What in the world are you talking about?"
I mumbled something to myself. So she wasn't, then. She was just... weird. Confusing. Different. The same. I could tell she wasn't lying by the look in her gray eyes.
"Well, anyway," she continued, interrupting my train of thought. "You wanna go hunting with me?"
"Why would I want to go hunting with you?"
The lioness suddenly changed, right before my eyes. She was no longer the happy, perky one that had just jumped onto my rock without a care. Her eyes became dark and glazed over. Her head lowered, and she looked at the ground, then back up at me.
"Oh...okay."
She leaped down from the rock and began to pad away, her frame lower to the ground. She sulked off towards the east, not looking back. I flicked my tail softly as I watched her go. My own frame lowered slightly as I stared after her. There was a strange feeling in my chest, something I'd never felt before. It felt weird. Was that... guilt? I, Omaha, guilty? It wasn't possible. I'd killed too many, ruined more than enough lives, and had never felt guilty. But here I was, feeling sorry that I'd made some random lioness sad. Some bothersome, confusing lioness.
"W-wait." The words tumbled out of my mouth. Her stature immediately straightened and she turned around, her eyes bright and hopeful.
"Yes?"
"I suppose... going with you would be better than sitting here. Not that I don't have better things to do, mind you. But, er, fine, I'll go."
She began to giggle and perked right up. "Well, c'mon then!"
I leaped down from the rock and began to run as she lead the way toward Savannah. Her tail flicked up and down behind her, like a white cat toy. I noticed that I was almost... eager to go hunting with her. I must have been hungry. Yes, that was it.
Preview for next: Lingra and Omaha go hunting, and their bond develops...