by Nitro » May 5th, 2011, 11:39 pm
The lion weakly looked up from the riverbed where he had collapsed the night before. His head only lifted inches, and his eyes barely opened as they were covered with clawmarks, as were the rest of his tan furred body. His mane was a rich blood red, darker than any of his ancestors that, of course, did not have a black mane, and the fur covering the rest of the body was either missing or a deep golden brown. But the thing that gave away his identity was the cream colored underbelly and red mane, trademarks of the Pridelands' own royal family.
The one action seemed to be too much for the malnourished and badly injured rogue, as his head suddenly fell limp and his amber eyes closed, and is breathing soon slowed. Up above, the Great Kings of the Past watched in dismay.