Through despair and hope, Through faith and love. Till we find our place, on the path unwinding.
Hunting, consuming, cleaning - blood, tender organs, and fibrous tendons were a part of his daily routine. His favorite color was red and he loved the thrill of the chase - it was a game he always won. But his violence was not indulgent, it was fundamental. The interworking of a creature held as much fascination and mystique for him as apple pie.
But taking life was apart of his daily routine and he was an efficient killer. Death cries did not tear at his heartstrings and he slept soundly during most the day - too soundly probably.
His belly is warm and full. The blood has carefully been cleaned away and the only evidence of his pre-dawn activities is half a mile downwind feeding the vultures. He sleeps soundly in the shade of a solitary tree somewhere near the middle of the meadow. He likes summer - the mares are flirty and the prey is fat - but he preferred to sleep through the hottest parts of the day. And that's what he does now.
With a grumble the lion rolls onto his other side and licks his thick golden lips in his sleep.
ZENITH
@[Karsi] <33
she can 100% be as rude, evil, or nice as you like.