Suho 수호's Den

pride lore

Wandering the sandy lands, exhausted and parched beyond belief, you soon fall to the ground with a weary exhale. Closing your eyes in hopes of beginning another trek when night falls, you fail to hear the paw steps of another lion approaching, until the lion is blocking the sun in your face. Looking up, you're met with a golden white lion bearing an eyepatch, a massive skull on his shoulder, and some braids intertwined in his slightly scruffed mane. "Come, come. I know where there's water for you, weary traveler," He purrs softly, nudging you gently to help you up. "Careful of the sword," He murmurs, letting you lean against him as he guides you to where he said you could drink. Soon the scent of salty air filled your nose and a cool breeze ruffled your fur, soothing you from the blistering heat you had unfortunately endured. "We're here. There are more lions like me, but don't worry, we won't bring you harm. You're safe with us," He smiled, bumping against you before stopping at a little pool of clear water, lowering himself as he lapped up the crisp water in your company. Sitting back, he stared off into the horizon of the ocean, the fur ruffling his pelt while the sunlight reflected off his sword. "Oh! I never told you my name, I apologize." He looks over at you with a soft expression, "Please, call me Suho." The male then gets up and heads over to converse with his crew mates, laughter and gentle banter filling the air, leaving you with a smile. This place was so welcoming and relaxing, and it felt like you could stay with them forever, but for now, you just enjoy the moment with them before you have to leave.