The red maned lion dragged himself across the desert waistland. Kivuli the king of the wildemoore pridelanders was out searching for water. The lands were dry and getting worse for every pride in wildemoore plains. The blue eyed king finally weakened and fell down. He was old and had no more energy to move anymore. He had failed his pride and countless others. The heat pounded onto the poor old lion. Then Kivuli's eyes caught something, a dark figure rose up from behind the sand dune. Kivuli had one last look at his savior before everything went black. ________________________________________________________________________
Well ta da just a little thing of Kufa I am very proud of this so much
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