Garlicbread (the first)

As you approach, the lioness becomes alert. moving to shield the newborn cubs from potential danger. she guards the little fluffballs with her life. >:(

Garlic-bread has been here since the very beginning, and there are many things to learn from her. She’s very kind and very old, and somehow manages to always smell like freshly baked bread and garlic. She’s always been there for the pride, especially Tomatoosoup. through hardship and suffering she’s never failed to get everybody on their feet again.

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A peaceful summer evening when the marsh was alive with life, two lions lay curled up in their den. the fading sunlight shone through the thin, woven walls in dappled patterns. both lions had tired eyes and wrinkled skin, their fur dusty and unkempt. The larger one had a mane of tomato-red fur and the smaller had garlic stuck in her fur. they were sleeping, quietly snoring. the life slipped away from them that night, they died together breathing as one. the next morning it stormed, and thundered, a sign of respect from the gods.

BD: sep 9