𝐖𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐭
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.
As you push back some damp reeds the voices of many other lions hit your ears. You stopped for a second, reflecting on the fact that you heard.. other lions? A secluded part of the savannah, surrounded by a great line of trees was an odd place for a pride leader to call home, let alone a reed-infested pond! Crickle.. crackle.. The sound of ancient reeds snapping came from behind. But in an instant.. it stopped.
`` Who are you, and what are you doing in my pond? `` You turn around to be faced with a lion. He is smaller than you, with glowing desert eyes fixed in a stern stare. His paws were balanced on some intertwined reeds that formed a small platform underneath him. Oops, you've got some explaining to do..
`` For many, many years I could never see myself as being the leader of a tribe, let alone be the founder. But now that I am here, I could never imagine going back. ``
From a very young age, Wyatt knew what he wanted to be. An adventurer! Though, his dreams were pushed down by his former pride. He was monitored carefully in order to make sure that he didn't sneak off. But with all things, it failed eventually. When the pride members were caught up with themselves, sorting out the hoard or hunting, young Wyatt was off on his adventures. Many of these adventures ended with him either angering a small nest of weasels or attempting to climb a tree that was just too mossy for his small claws to support himself. On his last adventure, his mother was preoccupied with nursing one of Wyatt's siblings, who was being (to put it nicely) a little bugger. Wyatt decided to take a different route; a break in the trees that was calling his name. So off he went, his tails flicking from side to side and his face plastered with a huge grin.
After trotting about for what felt like a few lifetimes, Wyatt paused and looked around. the sky was painted with blue and pink streaks of paint. It was getting dark. Behind the trees is what seemed to be a dark void. He was lost. He didn't know where he was. And he was afraid. It wasn't meant to be this way! He was meant to return home after an hour or two, say hi to his mother and gather around for the final meal before going to sleep.. No! Wyatt sunk to the ground and covered his eyes with his small paws as warm tears streamed down his face.
But this WAS how it was meant to be. For many, many moons Wyatt lived in the void-filled trees. He'd become a nomadic lion, living off of the land and surprisingly not coming into contact with another lion for a good while. Though, as the moons went on the recourses were getting scarcer and scarcer. It may have been due to the fact that Wyatt had lived in the forest and not moved homes at all, or other creatures in the area had been using them. On one fatal night, he made the decision to move on.
Not far from the forest, a fairly large pond was the place that Wyatt claimed for himself. He mastered the art of swimming, and even learnt how to weave raft-like platforms. It was great.
`` Hey! `` A faint voice called out. At the time, Wyatt was crouched on the bay, fishing with little to no success. The voice caught his attention, and he swiveled around to be greeted with a frail lioness. She was young, and her eyes were like pools of wisdom. Obviously, she was a reject. `` Could I.. stay with you? `` Her eyes glimmered with a fain sense of hope.
`` Uh.. sure? ``
`` WHAT ARE YER DOIN IN MY POND!!!!- Vance_(#262547)``
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