June Pride
The setting sun heralds the arrival of night. The cubs no longer play. The trading groups fall silent as it is too dangerous to find their wares. Alioss' time comes to an end and Zykuno rises with his lionesses at his back. The night is their home. And their time as some.
These are not the colorful, friendly lionesses who bring feathers. Who trade for more goods. They follow the King of the night, a mottled sunset overtaken by darkness himself. They are the huntresses, roaming the planes to find prey and lining the dens with food. They are the first line of defense as enemies dare sneak close under the cover of the stars.
For this is the balance of the pride. One who rules the day and brings life. One who roams the night and guards against death. It has always been this way. Alioss thrived on interaction. Keeping the pride flowing and moving like the tides. Zykuno preferred the quiet life. Roaming. Hunting. Doing. Let him be the one who lines the caves with furs. Who fills the bellies of the lionesses who thrive in his brother's light.
He does this with no malice. No hard feelings. This is their routine. This is how the pride thrives. And as the sun rises and the huntresses return to groom themselves to prepare for rest, Alioss rises, and the trading and playing may resume.
Day Pride - #272369
Story written by - Branded-Heart #416498
These are not the colorful, friendly lionesses who bring feathers. Who trade for more goods. They follow the King of the night, a mottled sunset overtaken by darkness himself. They are the huntresses, roaming the planes to find prey and lining the dens with food. They are the first line of defense as enemies dare sneak close under the cover of the stars.
For this is the balance of the pride. One who rules the day and brings life. One who roams the night and guards against death. It has always been this way. Alioss thrived on interaction. Keeping the pride flowing and moving like the tides. Zykuno preferred the quiet life. Roaming. Hunting. Doing. Let him be the one who lines the caves with furs. Who fills the bellies of the lionesses who thrive in his brother's light.
He does this with no malice. No hard feelings. This is their routine. This is how the pride thrives. And as the sun rises and the huntresses return to groom themselves to prepare for rest, Alioss rises, and the trading and playing may resume.
Day Pride - #272369
Story written by - Branded-Heart #416498
