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Shirven sat at one of the stalls of the Trading Center. His pride leader was busy talking to another lion about the rising prizes of food lately. Food had been scarce.. because of those damn hyenas. Shirven adjusted his mask and watched the bustling crowds shop at the many stalls scattered about the area.
His mask was what made him special. It was the skull of some deadly creature. A deadly creature he brought down all on his own with absolutely no help whatsoever. It still had it's blood on the skull, but Shirven had never been able to clean that off.
The wings were from a bird that he couldn't quite remember the name of and the feathers were given to him by his father. Hanging from his thighs were some rib ornaments made from caracal bones and leather straps crafted by his grandfather. His outfit made him look scary to most lions. He smiled at this. He loved to look scary. He had to play the part anyways. He was a primal, afterall. Shirven was suddenly shook out of his thoughts by his pride leader. "Come. We must go now." He had a large piece of meat dangling from his mouth. Shirven nodded and stood up, trailing behind his leader soon after.
As they were walking through the prairie, a giant, rampant bull came rushing at them. Shirven gasped and jumped out of the way as his leader also jumped out of the way. The bull's horn caught some flesh on the side of his leg and the pride leader roared in pain. Shirven didn't know what to do. Without a second thought, he rushed at the bull and collided with it, slightly disorienting it. Shirven ran over to his pride leader and tried to help him, but the bull pushed Shirven, causing him to go flying. He hit a tree and a loud crack noise followed. "Shit..", Shirven breathed. He definitely broke something. "Shirven! Go!", his pride leader called. "Run back to the pride! Save yourself!". Shirven hesitated before running off into the direction of their territory. He felt horrible. He had just left his leader behind. When he arrived, one of the lionesses perked their head up, worry written all over their face. "Oh dear, are you alright? What happened?". Shirven was limping towards them at this point, breathing heavily.
"A.. bull.. attacked us...". As soon as he reached her, he collapsed down onto the ground and everything went dark.
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