Through despair and hope, Through faith and love. Till we find our place, on the path unwinding.
Somewhere near the middle of the meadow a boulder protrudes from the amber waves of grasses, granite and as large as a horse. A lion reclines atop the boulder, nibbling and licking one of his enormous paws to remove the blood from his toes. A little carcass, cleaned and glowing ivory in the autumn sunlight lays in a pile beside him.
Zenith receives a lot of satisfaction from grooming himself well, it’s probably the cat in him. And he takes his time, nearly purring from the delicious combination of sunlight, a full belly and a good bath. That is, until movement across the meadow catches his eye. Then he is purring.
A mare moves in the distance. Crossing his paws, he bring his broad face into the air and lets out a rumbling whuff. A toss of his head beckons her closer, and the movement seems more equine than feline. But the bright red stains around his nails draws his attention again, and he returns to diligently removing the blood from each claw.
As nice as grooming is, he can't help but keeping an eye and an ear trained on the mare. A pretty thing like her is the only thing that could make this day even better.
ZENITH
@[Lirren]