.golden’tail.

While traveling at MIDNIGHT, you spot a pride lioness. She scans the pride for open eyes, once sure no one was awake, she snuck away to a primal prideless, they looked around the same age. They exchanged head rubs before intertwine tails and sneaking away to the oasis. She purrs and lays down, threading her legs, tail up high. You walk away, shaking your head, not wanting to see any of that. However, you see her return to her pride, as if nothing happened. A few months later, while watching the pride, you see the same lioness with cubs, one clearly primal. The non-primal King yells at her, knowing they aren’t his cubs, he kills what he thought was all of them infront of everyone. They gasp and the mother stares at the bodies in awe, knowing she only had one other primal cub left, the one she hid, “Kebala” meaning “only” in Bangla. All his lionesses shifts closer to him, showing their loyalty to him that Golden’Tail “did not have.”

Theme Song: Dark Red | Steve Lacy