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- A lanky male lion rest deep in the tunnels before you. His swirling patterns on his fur make your head spins, and you forget to keep quite as you walk. His ears perk slightly, and deep cold blue eyes slide your way. He seems almost to not care about your presence in the burrow, rising slowly with a yawn and stretch. When you ask him who he is a wide smily slowly stretches across his face, "Me? I'm Abasi, adopted son of King Rowmane and Queen Ime, I help my mother gaurd the lower burrows with the other lionesses." He face pulls into a sheepish grimace, though you notice the cold look in his eyes never changes, "But! As you can likely see I'm not very good at it!" He suddenly stands fully, now sporting a charming smile, your once again thown off on what he's really feeling, his eyes seeing right through your soul. "Have you seen the cubs? Oh! They are to DIE for! Don't let mean ol mother deter you! She's a sweetheart, really." He then melds into the shadows on the wall, disappearing down what you assume is a tunnel.
-You could practically feel the earth open and swallow you with the amount of grief in his roar. Abasi doesn't stand tall today, as he wasn't able to save his father, the king, from his fate. He doubts he will ever stand tall again. His fur is ragged and his eyes hollow, his specks of happiness gone. His mother rests her head to his shoulder in comfort.
Description- Born in a harsh pride Abasi grew up heartless and mean the first few months of his life, when Rowmane found him wander the scent border he was a hissing mess. Rowmane took him home, not wanting whatever environment he came from to have him any longer and gave him too his Queen Ime, who has recently suffered a harsh miscarriage. Raised by Imes patient but stern paw Abasi learned slowly how to curb his harshness and how to mask his face into what he wanted to outwardly show, the one thing he could never change however was his eyes. He's very affectionate with the cubs in the lower burrows, the only things that makes his eyes warm up.
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