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When seeking Panda to say hello, you noticed him playing with a dead warthog piglet.
Sub male taken in to Suar's pride. He was banished as a young cub by a tyrant ruler and left to rot in a field of misery. He was found by a wandering merchant, where he was thrown in with the other young cubs and taken to the infamous Grove, where lions are traded, sold, and terminated by either their prides or whoever 'owns' them. Suar saw him. A cub dealt an unfortunate paw from the world around him and took him in.
He joined the clan when it was nothing but a few lions banded together. Q became a mother figure to him, raising him how he needed. And once he grew older an unusually large lion named Creste showed him the different ways to protect and support the pride as a male. Although the pride wasn't perfect, he found a home with Suar and his family.
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Panda wasn't brought to the pride alone. When Suar returned from the market he returned with 8 other cubs all with their own unique stories. Panda was quickly ostracized from the group they all formed. He terrorized them, using his status to hold power over the others. Despite this there was one that always stood up for herself. Her eyes were mere slits of lava, void of any emotion. He was unsettled by them. And he hated how they were constantly on him. As he became an adult his attitude tamed and he began to keep to himself much more. He grew reserved and mostly only went on patrols alone, tho, that wasn't hard to do considering the only other lion he shared a den with wasn't much of a talker himself. The pride grew, leaving him to feel more and more left behind as the amount of unfamiliar faces outweighed the familiar ones. On his way back from a failed patrol, he ran into a lone lioness stalking an unsuspecting zebra. Her tail poked out of the tall grass as it slowly moved towards it's prey. She was gonna get spotted. Right as he turned to leave a large yowl rang through his ears. His head turned as quick as his breath, his eyes glued onto the source of the noise. She was latched onto the lone zebra's neck, maw digging into it's flesh. It flung itself around repeatedly, until eventually it went still. He stared in shock as the lion dropped her kill and lifted her head to look directly at him. It was those eyes. Those same burning eyes. But they were different from before. Instead of the melancholy that hid behind them when they were cubs, these were filled with pride and passion. He admired them. They were beautiful.
"You stuck or something?" His ears perked as if he wasn't ready for her to speak. She had a confused expression as she waited for his response, getting nothing in reply. "Are you deaf?"
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