Evil

Lykaios was always that cub that you just couldn't keep still. If he wasn't sleeping he was usually off chasing warthog piglets, then being chased by the mothers. His life was full of mischief and relaxation until he turned five months of age. The king of the pride had one day picked him up. Lykaios just thought it was time for his daily scolding but he had been mistaken. The king was crying, something the cub has never witnessed. The king then trudged off with Lykaios. The two soon came upon a waiting male lion who was grinning sadly. "Lykaios. You are destined to do wonderful things, I just hope you follow that path. Here you can't walk that path but with him you can. Good bye, my son." With that last tearful sentence, the king turned and left. Lykaios wanted to run after his father but didn't dare. Instead he merely looked at his new king. "Greetings cub. Your journey to kingship starts now."

A few months later Lykaios has grown. He no longer has his cub features but features that portray him as a growing male. His mind has also grown as well. Lykaios now rather be training than chasing after smelly warthogs. He trains fiercely, still maintaining his quietness from his cub hood. Everything was going fine when the king became sick with a passing virus that infected several lions in the pride. Only two lions died. The king had been one.

After the disease had passed Lykaios became the new king. Many things were suddenly thrown at him from every direction. Not only did he now have to take care of an entire pride, but his queen Guinness needed more company now than she did when the old king was alive. Lykaios somehow managed to do it all. The following months has been months of learning for the newly crowned king but Lykaios took every challenge head on. He has won several fights from intruding males and now has a coming dynasty of cubs.

"Thanks dad. Without you I wouldn't have walked the path of kingship."