| Amir |
Male | 1 Year, 8 Months Old | Evil Son #2 | Panthera Leo (Lion) | Location: ???| Mentions: Ophelia, Hercuperion, Darker Light, Taka, Xena

It was from a distance that Prince Amir analyzed the situation, his permanently narrowed eyes conveying no emotion at the view of his family's quarrel. There was nothing more that irked him than the sight of felids having a code of honor, following it valiantly and naively. Truly a waste of time in his eyes. The world was cruel and it was wicked. It disgusted him that a pride of lions tried their best to ignore that, coloring the world in rainbows. And those lions were apart of his blood to some degree. It made him want to hurl. However, all Amir did was bite his tongue in anger as he continued watching, draconid eyes growing more and more harsher as the time passed by.

At first, it seemed that his nuclear family had it all under control. However, he grew alerted as more of his extended family began to appear. More specifically, his uncle. A muscular male, perhaps not as colossal as the savage primal beasts but he would certainly give his family trouble during a fight. Hercuperion. There had to be a reason for such powerful of a name and honestly? Amir didn't want to find out. Perhaps, he should know better than to assist the own family that looked down upon him. However, the mere thought of punishment from his father was what unnerved him the most. Any attack from this herculean male would never compare to those inflicted to him by his own father. And he was certainly not in the mood to deal with that.

Still, he was a mere adolescent. A rapidly growing one though, thanks to the gift of testosterone, but still an adolescent. The youngest of the brothers still had a long way to go. His eyes would linger towards his older brother. A scowl would make it's way across his face. Jealousy, anger, resentment, bitterness, all sorts of emotions. The favored cub of the trio of siblings, Amir was sure of it. It left a sour flavor in his mouth. There was nothing he could do about it though. If both his uncle and brother fought, what would be the end results? He had faith in his brother, if their father had trained him the same way that Amir was currently being trained, Taka would have no issue defending himself, especially against an older lion like their uncle. Their uncle was a seasoned fighter though, even a 'foolish' adolescent like himself knew that.

Deciding he had wasted enough time doing absolutely nothing productive, the adolescent crept forward. Amir's presence would be announced by the rattling of the bones that his armor was made out of. He held his head high and puffed out his chest, hoping to exude the most noble energy possible. He'd walk in a slow, commanding pace, seemingly unfazed with his family's current squabble. Alike the most graceful of stags, stopping beside his mother. Amir would have stopped next to his brother but his brother was a male on the larger side. If he did that, maybe they wouldn't take him as seriously as he hoped. So, stopping by his mother was the next best choice. Amir wasn't quite at the same height as the queen, an inch or two off but he'd be sure to grow it in no time.

"Uncle. Aunt." The adolescent would nod towards each of their directions, eyes looking unimpressed as ever. "As two lions who pledge allegiance to such a righteous code, you two are handling this situation very poorly," Amir would state tentatively, looking at the two lions. "Now what seems to be the issue? We didn't evolve for thousands of years only for us to resolve things with a fight now, did we? We aren't like our primal brethrens, we handle things with words." There was no emotion displayed on the male's face, covered by the mask on his face. The only indicator towards his feelings was the slight sneer that followed each of his sentences.