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~ they have not yet noticed the lion hiding,[claim]
Posted on August 17, 2021 at 03:33:32 AM by Gavriel






~ they have not yet noticed the lion hiding,



The young lion king stands idly beneath the protective boughs of an evergreen tree, a cold wind wails all around him and pushes itself into his dense winter coat. Amber eyes travel across the wide expanse of frigid land that stretches out before him, and once more he counts the frozen bushes and naked trees. One. Two. Three. Oh four! Five. Six... a movement draws his gaze from the game that he plays inside of his head.

His amber gaze lingers on the distant dark dot against the ocean's white capped waves. With a sigh he pulls his gaze from the distant object and back to his game. It is probably nothing, he convinces himself. Just another log to add to the piles of drift wood that are already scattered across the shores.

Seven. Eight. Nine! Oh look at that one. He lingers on the gnarled branches of a particular tree. It was different then the rest, naked, gnarled and different. He could not help but admire its differences. Mother would of appreciated it too. She was always finding ways to weave folklore and legends into every beautiful and unique piece of creation.

With a sigh on his lips he returns his attention to the dot in the ocean, but this time it has disappeared completely from sight. His brows furrow. Now that is strange. He pushes himself from beneath the boughs of the evergreen pine and across the frozen grasses. The roar of the ocean draws him closer and just as he crests a small hill, the ocean opens up before him and he gasps. He had not been expecting to see anyone, especially not a girl...

He steps through the brittle grasses and toward her - his amber eyes linger on her every feature - from her spotted hips to the curve of her nose. But as he draws closer he notices the shudder of her body and the exhaustion that clings to her. He clears his throat gently.

"A.A-re you okay, spotted girl?" he asks with a tilt of his crown "may I offer you warmth?" a soft smile trails across his lips. It is after all the kindest gesture that he could give the shivering girl.


G a v r i e l

Lion Hearted King of the Arch
Draft Mutt // 3 // 17 hh // Amber Champagne Roan Pintaloosa // Stallion

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