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𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘣 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 is 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵.
"Of course not" babbled out the now old Herbarium, how could something so innocent and naive be even remotely evil after all?
Herbarium yawned and stretched ready to resume the day after a satisfying nap;
He lovingly glanced at his pride members going on with their day: a group of triumphant lionesses entering the pride with their latest catches, a handfull of cubs chasing each other tails and some elders snapping at each other irritably; everyone and everything was perfect to him.
Unfortunately everything has to end and this,well,also incudes life and Herbarium was utterly aware of that;
Herbarium didn't truly fear death itself as the shamans would surely keep his soul protected and never-fading,
it was just the idea of leaving his pride tormented him, surely he will be remembered but new cubs will be born, new pride members will join.. how long would it realistically take for him to become a simple myth rather than a feeling lion? Herbarium tried to stop his thoughts from racing. There as to be a way to slow everything after all.
"You known there's a thing called primordial spring,right?"
A scrawny adolescent blurted out.
"Yes i know about the primordial springs Slangvel, and i also know the danger they can cause.. you definitely see alot of youngened kings showing off. . But you don't really see lions talking about the incidents."
"I'd say you should think about it"
"Uhg.. Slang.. whatever.. it's getting late better to head back to camp."
Herbarium just couldn't close an eye tonight, and definitely not two.
That bright and unnatural water kept rushing and waving in his mind constantly and increasingly.
"I guess i just need a sip of fresh water"
He whispered to himself.
He drank from the slithering river, but that didn't seem to help,
It was thrist,but not for regular water.
He lifted his snout from the river, as doing so his eye caught something shiny on the ground,and another,and another.. the shiny rocks seemed to trying lead to something.
He reluctantly started to follow the strange path, his mind drifting off somewhere else,
He thought about his past adventures, his cubs, his pride.. the sudden warmth beneath his paws abruptly stopped his thoughts.
"Don't tell me this is what i think it is"
A large,shining,warm and rotten marula fruit smelling smelling pool was sitting just few pawsteps from him.
He stared at his reflection in the water thinking about too many whats and ifs.
As he stares in the pool, something...or someone seems to be appearing in the backround of the reflection.
"uh? it's that.. it's that a lion?"
He almost roared
"They might be just a wandering shaman apprentice, nothing i should worry about.."
The lion in the backround seemed to get closer.. and closer..
Herbarium Just has the time to unleash his claws, but it was late now.
The lioness latched on the back of his neck,seemingly trying to throw him inside the pool.
"WHAT,WH.....SLA..NGVEL WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING"
He aimlessly threw some claw swipes in the air trying to hit the attacker, his paws starting to feel the uneasy warmth of the water.
Just as he fell in the pool he managed to grab Slangvel bringing her to the same fate.
Herbarium tried desperately to swim up but to no avail, the light of the moon slowly drifting away.
Slangvel whatsoever had another way, or atleast her soul did.
Lucky for her an oblivious rogue was wandering nearby.
Perfect.
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