Blessed sagexol

SAGEXOL

KINGED: 10/30/24
Starting stats: 305
10/31/24 - 415
11/04/24 - 481
11/06/24 - 535
11/11/24 - 609
11/18/24 - 749
11/20/24 - 795
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Running from a particularly tough battle, you look over your shoulder to see the hyenas still chasing you, pounding paws and wild laughter calls following you as you blindly run. You forfeited, why are they still hounding you? You barely register the stones digging into your paws as you run along the river banks, fear blinding you to your surroundings as you continue to race forward, pelt still torn and bleeding in many places from the scuffle, panting hard as you push your body forward.

Without you noticing, the ground beneath your paws has become softer, and the riverbanks less steep- the water next to you flowing stronger the further you travel. You still hear the cackles and paws behind you, so you whip around one of the bends, lush with plants and moss and malleable under your paws as you go. You feel your lungs becoming tired, your heart racing too fast, your already exhausted body near its limits- but the hyenas don't stop, endlessly happy to chase you- and howling with great excitement as your body becomes noticeably affected by exhaustion.

Suddenly, a shadow passes overhead, and you hear a loud thump behind you. You whip around and watch the hyenas let out yelps and skid to a halt as they stare down the lion who just lept from the riverbank. He is brown with hints of green on his pelt, a feline pattern running through it just as twisting and meandering as the riverbed you've traversed, with a cream-colored mane and a bright white piebald pattern crossing and laying on his fur. He has scars on his body, but muscles too, obviously a fighter. Your eyes travel up to the antlers resting on his head, down to the herb pouch on his side, and then to the swinging shell beads and bones that decorate his body- or maybe he's a healer? You cannot see his face as he stares down the hyenas, but he lets out a deep, foreboding roar, and the pack scurries away down the green riverbank. He turns around slowly, facing you, and gasp as you see his face- covered by scars like it was ripped by many claws when he was young, and both of his eyes are permanently closed, damaged too much to ever open again. But in the middle of his forehead, shining like an emerald, as another eye- green and bright in the sun, and staring at you, unnerving and magical all at once. He steps forward, and a gentle breeze begins to blow, cool and pleasant, as the green eye on his forehead softly glows.

"...Are you alright?" He asks softly, his voice light like the running of the stream beside you, and you don't feel so afraid anymore.