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Post by banjoko on Jan 15, 2011 14:11:59 GMT -6
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Winter may be over but the large male lion wasn't digging the rain that was pouring outside. Of course, he looked for shelter because the rain in his mane would leave a smell that he wouldn't be able to get out for weeks. A large mane encased a strong proud face of a male lion who had bright sea green eyes. Panting, his mouth was agape as he moved into the run down place and came to a pause with in the doorway. It was observing the area before moving forward. Lately, things have been somewhat calm but there was always the chance of something come out of the wood stock and biting him in the rear. This was his normal area to patrol and coming here was an easy fleet since he knew the place well but he wasn't 'on the clock' anyways. Moving on from the doorway, he padded gently through the halls just moving through the standard check and all. Without a mate, he didn't have anything else to do and the Clan was spread out, so he figured he would go through the halls once more. Much rather feeling lonely with the small trek, he needed the time to himself at the same time. Nothing was getting better but nothing was getting worse so he figured the small stand off that was going on was good. Along with the amount of cubs being born throughout any of clan, pride, tribe, etc. More children that would be raised in a community that was at war with itself and to learn the hatred of the parents. The sins of the father should not be of the offspring. That was what depressed him more then the day coming in a beautiful night sky. These children would be brainwashed into hating Tigers or Lions, whichever they were born against and just continue this cycle. A thin wash of self disgust moved over him and he wondered what his cubs would have been raised as if they were born. Would he had raised his own cubs to be a something that hated one race more then the other? The thought was almost too much for him to think of as he heaved a sigh, his mouth closing from the small pant from the run over here. Moving the pink tongue over his snout, he soon turned into one of the rooms with his movements quiet except for a small sound here or there. Some of the portraits were on the floor, destroyed but some others remained on the walls but not in perfect condition. Moving to a hault, the male lion looked towards one of the bigger windows that had the water hitting the broken shards and fell onto the floor. It would defeat the purpose of remaining in the room if he wanted to remain dry so he turned, moving out of the room and into the once large show room and just moved around since he didn't want to just lay down. Besides, the showers didn't last long. Just the normal afternoon shower that sometimes rolled around when he wished it didn't. In a comical manner, he felt though as if the world was against him remaining outside. But of course that wasn't the point. ------------------------- I'm getting a feel of him so please excuse the bleh of this post. :3
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