|
Kicked out of his sire's pride when it was deemed he would be able to survive on his own, as most all young males are, Arizuma has a lot to learn. So he's quite surprised when, barely hours after he stakes his claim on a small patch of land, two adult lionesses with another just barely out of cubhood not far behind them approach him. They introduce themselves as Storm, Kia, and Pearlsmoke and - offering no explanations for their respective situations - ask him to take them in. Arizuma is so bewildered by his luck that he agrees.
=0=0=
"Time was and will always be the one thing no lion can defeat. Be he wise or new to the world, heartless or kind to all, a King will always succumb to his age."
Arizuma reflects on those words now, one of the last pieces of advice his father ever gave to him, and chuckles. He can feel it, deep in his bones. He's growing old, and with that knowledge comes the need to choose an heir. He's had his share of lionesses (though perhaps less than he's boasted of in the past), fathered many sons - none of which are still in his pride. He knows that they are safe, for the most part, and that his lionesses have their opinions on the matter.
He also knows that even so, he must choose.
At the trading post, he considers two young male cubs, both dark of pelt. The older of the males is distinctly unconcerned with how his actions and attitude affect the pride. Meeku would perhaps make for good muscle, to back up the King's claim to their territory. But he won't make a good ruler.
The younger, on the other hand...
"Your name - it means power, does it not?"
"Yes, sir."
Nguvu keeps his eyes averted, but he doesn't seem submissive. In fact, his body language is quite confident. Humility - it's a good sign.
Arizuma smiles. "How would you like to come with me, too?"
|
