Your lion: Menahem
Story:
My world is red. All I see is change waiting to happen, a greater war about to unleash. In my day to day life, lions look to me with their weary eyes. My fellow comrades, trained to kill, long for this bloodshed to end. And yet I have no good news to bear: when this war ends, another will come. I see my fellow pride members struggling. I see the young now cast into the unknown, the pride's ways no longer fit for the new generation. My generation. Every day I wake to the same blood-stained sky. The moon hangs over us like an omen, calling for war. When Arknon is defeated, the moon will remain in its place, for this turmoil I feel will not dissipate.
Today I gather my friends and foe together. We have all been wronged, by the Alpha and by the pride. It is time for us to change our ways, for we as individuals are changed.
I am sure that some suspect me of the chaos in which I wait to begin. I go about my life as unobtrusive as I may. I bide my time on the battlefield, tearing apart my enemies with ice and archaic bane. The thought constantly nags at me, that my claws may pass through the innocent. How many of these lions that I've killed want nothing but change in the pride? Yet I continue, unable to stop and yet torturing myself in this cruelty. Some days I ponder whether I'm going crazy. As the years go by, the fighting gets easier. I only hope that I can save more lives than those which I take from Arknon's forces. Not all who serve him are as wicked as he. No, not wicked at all I could argue for some....
There lions within the pride as crazy as I. I've spent many hours a day watching and evaluating. It is not difficult to find those who are waiting for change, waiting for a new revolution to start. The time isn't right though, so now I bide my time emboldening and strengthening the resolve of those in wait. When I'm not on the battlefield, I'm amongst the pride. I love my pride members, each and every one of them. They're always so willing to talk and share their feelings, though I know that not all will side with me when the time comes. I prefer to talk to the merchants. They're a silly bunch, some cranky too. I remember when I was a cub I would be ridiculed for the bones on my back, but now the merchants praise me behind my back. They say I'm handsome, that I'm such an honest and hardworking warrior. Maybe I spend too much time around them. I think my head has grown too large and full of gossip.
I've grown popular amongst those my age. I don't feel like have many real friends, but that's for the better. They already take up much of my time hanging out and playing games. Sometimes I feel like a cub again, mock fighting and getting into pointless arguments. I don't flirt as much as I used to though. I don't need the attention of others to make me feel better about myself anymore. From time to time a lion or a lioness will trifle with me, though I feel like maybe I'm meant to walk this planet alone. I don't want to... My sister used to always tell me I'd be a player. What a horrible thing to say! I don't see her anymore, nor Az either. My mother and father have withdrawn, but unlike my siblings at least they're still in the pride. Yet sometimes I feel like they might as well live on another planet. We don't talk much. Not on good terms at least...
-Is that enough for you? I had only meant to tell you about my life, though I guess I've started to ramble. Forget that last bit. Are you joining me or not?
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