04-23-2019, 05:57 PM
A soft patter of rain slowly graces the landscape with small spots of swampy growth, creating a maze of wet grass and foliage.
The frail lioness rises from the brush that surrounds her, a loud groan escaping her lungs as she pushes her corpse forward, her petite paws landing in front of her in a placid manner as she begins to walk, her slender figure contorting to provide support as she slithers between the trees.
It had been a while since she had left her mother, thinking that a solitary life would benefit her a lot more than one bound to the side of a bear, but right now it seemed as if she was torturing herself.
The female's sides are decorated by visible ribs shaping the barrel of her body, her hips visible as they slide side to side in rhythm with her slow wander.
It does not take long for the soft rain to start covering her body, a heaving bellow of air erupting from the lion's jaws as she halts, peering up at the skies above as dark grey clouds hurtle right above her eyes.
The female still hasn't really learned to hunt, only managing to get lucky on a few rabbits or unlucky fawns but never really managing to find the strength or courage to hunt something large, lacking the skill to do so anyway.
The lioness begins to move in the direction of an interesting scent, one that seems familiar even though she has never been able to come across it.
The scent would lead her straight to Pangea, a place she had not heard much about, only not to wander too close.
The female gently slides into a job, her shoulders puffed up as they carry her forward, her nose lifted into the air to pick up the scent as it mixed in with the aroma of wet stone and flourishing flora.
It does not take long for the female's battered corpse to arrive at the border of Pangea, her tail softly tapping the ground behind her as she announces her presence with a growl, her eyes now scampering over the landscape, her body tense and nervous, awaiting a reply.
(here's a quick little starter cause its late)
The frail lioness rises from the brush that surrounds her, a loud groan escaping her lungs as she pushes her corpse forward, her petite paws landing in front of her in a placid manner as she begins to walk, her slender figure contorting to provide support as she slithers between the trees.
It had been a while since she had left her mother, thinking that a solitary life would benefit her a lot more than one bound to the side of a bear, but right now it seemed as if she was torturing herself.
The female's sides are decorated by visible ribs shaping the barrel of her body, her hips visible as they slide side to side in rhythm with her slow wander.
It does not take long for the soft rain to start covering her body, a heaving bellow of air erupting from the lion's jaws as she halts, peering up at the skies above as dark grey clouds hurtle right above her eyes.
The female still hasn't really learned to hunt, only managing to get lucky on a few rabbits or unlucky fawns but never really managing to find the strength or courage to hunt something large, lacking the skill to do so anyway.
The lioness begins to move in the direction of an interesting scent, one that seems familiar even though she has never been able to come across it.
The scent would lead her straight to Pangea, a place she had not heard much about, only not to wander too close.
The female gently slides into a job, her shoulders puffed up as they carry her forward, her nose lifted into the air to pick up the scent as it mixed in with the aroma of wet stone and flourishing flora.
It does not take long for the female's battered corpse to arrive at the border of Pangea, her tail softly tapping the ground behind her as she announces her presence with a growl, her eyes now scampering over the landscape, her body tense and nervous, awaiting a reply.
(here's a quick little starter cause its late)