Pride of the Serangheti. A lion pride RPG *Needs members*

Imara rocketed forwards, her breath becoming short. She ran faster and faster, and it seemed like she would never stop.
 
Imara shook the feeling of sleep off of her. She turned to a phoenix, and rose up into the air. She flew fast, but sleep still clung onto her. She fought with it.
 

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