The surprising fact is that most of it's due to the conversion of the planet's rotational energy into heat as you stop.  This occurs in much the same way that brake pads convert a brake rotor's energy into heat, or a piece of steel held against a spinning grinder becomes hot.  When you stop running you're braking against the planet, and so you heat up.  An experimental confirmation of this theory can be seen by noting that at the north and south poles where the planet's rotational speed is lowest, people don't report becoming hot from running, whereas at the equator where the rotational speed is greatest, such reports are common.

   My biggest problem is that, as a solitary hunter, a lion is a lion is a lion.  This was struck home when I received an inquiry from a charming young lioness about a hunting expedition to one of the local watering holes. Having been there before, and knowing that the game there was quite choice, I naturally agreed and looked about for some of the local lionesses I've been associating with to join me.  Much to my dismay, I was told by them that hunting was forbidden in that preserve.  It took me several days to realize that the two ladies were from different prides, with different rules regarding where and how they could hunt.  Since venturing out alone is out of the question here, I find myself facing an entirely new predatory challenge -- trying to adapt my needs around the arcane purposes of these different social groups.

   June 13th - Among the Locals:  Having been thwarted earlier, I have adapted my approach, keeping a regular eye out for pack hunts that I could join in with.  I've made friends with a very clever fox chap who is keenly interested in hunting among the local villages, a somewhat more hazardous but definitely more rewarding prospect.  Having discovered his network of similarly-minded friends, I've become a member of their party and have had much luck with them.

   Our first expedition was only marginally fruitful, as I was unsuccessful in bringing down game.  However, I managed to get a good lay of the land and set my eyes on some choice exotic prey unavailable elsewhere but among the natives.

   During that first expedition I came across a most peculiar scene.  I've mentioned previously that the locals have many curious taboos, mostly centered around the behavior of males and females towards one another.  One of these taboos concerns fur.  Apparently it is considered highly improper for a female to show off her fur when other males are present (mates excepted, I presume).  As a result, females outside our village have to cover themselves with large flowing garments to hide the offending pelt.  I guess I should count myself lucky that I'm male; I'm not quite sure how one could design such a garment for a serpent.  

   Anyway, during a break in the hunt I noticed a trio of young cheetah ladies gathered about a kill, sharing dinner and chatting as is their wont.  Thinking nothing unusual of it, I was surprised when a large, somewhat elderly hyena approached them and began barking furiously in the local native lingo.  I studied the scene for a while until it finally dawned on me:  The ladies had uncovered their heads in order to eat, and the hyena -- one of the local holy folk I mentioned in an earlier dispatch -- had taken offense at this breach of modesty.  After a couple of minutes of the barking harangue, the ladies covered their heads until the hyena departed.  I noted with some amusement that the moment he left, they promptly uncovered and finished their meal.

   A later hunting expedition was less eventful but more successful, and I hope to return from my travels with some truly unique specimens.  As strange as the folk are here, both inside and outside the Village, it is quite a rewarding experience to be among them.

   My first glance around revealed a disabled sheen, it's legs severed, on the ground, and a floating sheen careening randomly, probably damaged during combat.  The raven/coyote was in the middle of it all and was trying to use the careening sheen to take out a remaining smaller hovering sheen nearby.  She missed her target, but managed to do away with the careening sheen by causing it to hit a tree.

   The last remaining sheen charged into her, causing her to tumble to the ground.  She got up quickly and was about to ax the floating menace when it made a hasty retreat for whatever reason.

   Afterwards, I had the opportunity to briefly chat with RavensScatter.  She was apparently just defending her home from the 'pests', as she described them.  She's seen them before in other parts of Spindizzy, and warns that "Theey fiight wiiith eleectrisssity, eeeleectiic burstss.  You can huurt the jointsss...otherwissse, they collecct samples from ssurrounding areaaasss."  She also mentioned something about destroying the little probes that come out from their bodies.  It was also strongly recommended to stay away from her area and the sheens themselves, as they are quite dangerous.  This was demonstrated when she went to pick up some of their remains; the parts shocked her and started a small fire!

   I quickly hopped away, hoping to never meet up with a sheen alone.  I shudder to think of the result if a fur of lesser skill was in her position.
 

   For more information on Sheens and the Sheen RP, please visit Role Play Central (type 'rpc' anywhere).

   It is requested that if you decide to attend, you should try and bring food and/or snacks of some sort for the other attending guests (simply @create and @desc an object, dropping it in the party room).  Morticon and AliciaVulpnine have offered to do the fireworks held later in the evening, probably near the end of the party.

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