(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Chi

*•.¸♡ The king was a flower born. Meant that one lovely day, a flower nurtured by the power of mother nature herself and a Kirin would bloom and from within its insides, a tiny lion would roll from.
Also meant that he was born with his fluffy butt believing to be royalty. Raised by two Gods themselves would only cause a cub to do so, and once he reached adulthood he gained himself a little girlfriend and ran off to start a pride.

On a very warm summer evening, he prowled through the forest, exploring and expecting almost nothing when he tripped upon a clearing. The trees seemingly cocooned around a tree stump that he figured was a fairy's house until he approached, and noticed that it was empty and decaying. His lazy eyes closed for a little while, shaking his colourful mane and allowing tiny little fluttering seeds to fall off, glittering against the sun and covering the tree itself and waiting for it to heal.
He sat, yawned, and eventually took a nap.

Surely, a heavy sleeper, he barely saw time pass and only awoke when suddenly something hit him on the head. A scary roar from his parted mouth warned the danger that he was very much awake and very much ready to fight!
Instead of attacking, the danger mewled.

His big head turned to the source, confused eyebrows wiggling and he nudged the cub with his nose tip, rolling it over as the baby let out a protesting noise. What a curious little thing that was. He turned to the stump, and from the very middle of it a booming, pink flower leaked with shimmering liquid. Oh.

Inspecting the baby more carefully, he gruffed, picking him up by the scruff and trotting back to his den satisfied of his findings.