Lana

*NOTE: This story is when Lana/Razur meet. Razur is a young cub so the language is childish on Razur's dialog.*

Asaco was roaming the lands of the "Tropical Forest" where he was patrolling his territory. He wasnt alone, he was with another young member of the pride, Razur. Razur was a young cub, a little younger then the age of one, learning to patrol the Territories with Asaco, he teaches her the stretches. One day she will roam the land without his protection.

Razur was ranting about the annoying bugs buzzing around her ears, it got to the point where she yowled thinking that was going to stop them. Asaco scolded her to stay quiet as he felt something uneasy in the air. Both the lions sniffed the ear and noticed they weren't alone. Asaco stepped over Razur to sheild her, and growled "Who's there?"

"Hello stranger." The lioness's voice arrose infront of Asaco in an opening where a small pond and trees gloomed around it. Razur got up from under Asaco and looked at the strange lioness with half a darkened face, she noticed the two are similar as Razur has a darkened belly scattered to her legs. "She looks like me Asaco!" Razur said.

L. "My name is Lana. I am a wanderer."

A. "Well my land is not a place where foolish lions go roaming. So leav-"

Razur interrupted the conversation with a loud screech. She got stung by A wasp and was dashing around trying to swipe at it in the air. "These damn bugs, I hate them! Asaco when can we go home? Im sick of these bugs eatting me up."

A. "Hush Razur! This is a serious inquire. Learn from it!"

Razur practically ignore Asaco and looks at Lana.
"Why do you wander and not join a pride?"

L. "The pride life is not something I enjoy, i perfer being alone for the most part. I was in an old pride, although all of the lions were kind and the king was handsome, it wasnt something I wanted to be a part of anymore, I wanted to try something new."

Asaco sits down and watched over Razur. He doesnt interrupt but listens to the conversation carefully.

R. "Prides are cool! One day, im going to protect mine. I'm still trying to get along with everyone but no one likes to talk to me because of my weird color's. Which, you actually look like me, we arent weird right? We are just different!"

L. "Your coloration has nothing to do with who you are. Razur was your name, right? Unique, and so are your color's. Grow into who you want to be, not what others see you as. If you truly want to protect your pride, then you will do so with training and practice."



Will continue