༄ 𝕽𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗 ༄

”As you walk into the desert that inhabits the edge of the border far away from your pride and most prides, you smell the faint scent of another lion lingering in the air. Your surprised that a lion let alone a pride would inhabit such lands as these desolate and scorching ones.

You glance up with your glassed over eyes from severe exhaustion and pause for a second. You take the time to glance around your surroundings and you notice a vast and endless desert, of steep dunes, littered rocks and dead trees.

You tilt your head up using the last bit of energy you have, letting the hot wind elope your senses and letting the smells consume you. The slight smell of a lioness catches your attention, you glance around trying to find where her smell is strongest. Then you notice her. Off in the distance she stands, on one of the highest peaks of the dunes. Her fawn and white pelt shines in the sunlight, almost blinding you for mere seconds. Once your eyes begin to adjust you notice her piebald mutation almost completely elopes her entire body, her head, one paw and bits of her tail still show her fawn pelt underneath . Yet she is beautiful, and her piercing Emerald eyes that completely freeze you in the moment. You don't notice that you were staring too long until you vaguely hear a grumble behind her and notice a very large Cherry Blossom Mosaic pelted lion stepping next to her, furrowing her black eyes directly at you. The lioness that you were completely captivated with only moments ago, walks towards you effortlessly gliding across the hot scorched lands. She comes face to face with you and bows her head, “My name’s Basilisk, Welcome to our lands” She glances back at the larger female who is making her way towards us, This large dominant female then raises her own head and speaks “I am Queen 𝕽𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗, excuse my greetings moments before but I’m very protective of my lands”.

Upon Basilisk ushering you to follow her, she leads you over the dunes she once stood on. She takes you to a clearing of flat sandy terrain, The clearing was covered in trees and rocks of all shapes and sizes, whilst you glance around, your eyes catch the clear glistering reflection of water. Upon focusing more clearly the trees seem to open up to a bigger clearing where the lake remained. Lions of all colors and mutations scattered across the lake, conversed in conversations or simply playing. Once the Queen came into view, the groups of lions directed their gaze upon us, all the adults bowed their heads in respect. The Queen gracefully took strides to reach me, and stand ever so still, she lowers her head for only you to hear and whispers “most of these lions have been in this pride for generations, there fathers or mothers once stood where I stand. Its truly an honor to have their loyalty and respect.” she glances back at her pride, and sighs. “I don’t know where I would be without anyone one of them, they are all dear to me”