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Posted on June 3, 2010 at 06:03:17 PM by Simba
Like no King was before, I'm brushin' up on lookin' down I'm workin' on my ROAR!" Dumdedum dedum dedum...Ooo something shiny. Yes. These my friends are the thoughts that go through our dear Simba's head every minute of every day. He is the small lion child of Shaman, a cub of the Core. He lacks a pack to live in, but is happy to be the alpha male of his own little family inside his head. It is a mystery as to where the child comes from, but he is here and it is that which matters. He is a loner, a wanderer. He came to Shaman shortly after the flood and walked into the Castle as though nothing had happened. The famine was tough, sure, but he was so sure that everything had been ok, that he didn't seem to notice. The boy is a daydreamer, a cat dreaming of being a lion in a manner of speaking. He likes to walk around aimlessly, likes to meet new people if they can stand his quirkiness and today, that's what he was doing, wandering, aimlessly, waiting to meet new people. He stands by the shore of the flood water, paddling his feet in it slowly, carefully. Like any usual cat, he is not keen on water, though part of him would very much like to jump in it, had the fear of drowning not been there. His gold/sandy coloured hair shines in the sun. It is messy, like a mane but there is evidence that a brush has been pulled through it in the last couple of weeks or so. His eyes are wide and brown with small gold flecks in them and they stare deep into the water at small fish that are beginning to appear. He kneels and sticks his hand in. He giggles, a small growl like sound and pulls his hand back out again. The boy would appear to be only 12 or so, but he is in fact 17, fully aware of the world and the happenings. The difference my friend, is that this young boy doesn't care. He likes his own world. Not this one. The boy continues to play by the water's edge, his eyes gleaming with curiousity. Curiousity killed the cat, yes, but not this one. This one will live on for as long as he can, but he will forever be alive, not because of eternal youth, or immortality, but because in his head, if that world remains alive, so does he. When this boy one day passes on, he will go to his world in his head. The one he had created to avert all of this horror and torment. Simba grins into the water again and reaches in, grabbing a fish. It writhes in his hands and he struggles to keep a hold. Then, with it tight in his hands, he walks back to the castle and walks into the hall where everyone is. He holds the fish out as though waiting to be rewarded like a cat would be. In his head, he would be. But here, something is different. Something he hasn't noticed. But as mentioned before, he is so content, he doesn't care about the famine, all he cares about is this fish which he has proudly caught. But would anyone else apprechiate it? I think not my friend. The Tiger Boy Who would one day be The Lion |
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- ANY : I don't know if I can yell any louder... - By Shyra Talownski June 3, 2010 at 05:43:33 PM
- ANY : What if I say I'm not like the others? - By Blake June 3, 2010 at 05:33:51 PM
- Different people rule, rebel against the system. - By a e r o n June 4, 2010 at 11:25:59 PM
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