×{.Rojo.}×

You pad into the clearing, hyena corpses strewn across the once green fields. You slowly walk through the battlefield, blood, and scraps of fur litter the ground, and every once in a while you see a perished lion in the chaos. You look up and spot a lion in the distance, they turn their head and return the glance. They stand tall in the rising sun, their fur lightly blowing in the wind and a skull hiding their face...are they the winning side? Before you know it they are walking in your direction, you panic and begin to leave when you hear their voice. "Please! Wait, I mean you no harm...the fighting is done," they call out to you desperately. You turn your head and find yourself face to face with the stranger, wind blows through the both of you as you stare into his eyes through his mask and you know now that you can trust him. He lifts a paw to his face, taking the skull off and revealing his face. He sets the skull next to him as he sits down, "are you wondering what happened here? I can tell you..." he speaks wistfully and picks a wilted flower from what's left of his garland, he reaches forward and tucks it behind your ear with a sorrow-filled smile.