What is a Lenarion?
Lenarions are large and dangerous beasts that resemble a kangaroo in build. They have long pointed ears with a small curl of fur at the tip. Their forepaws only have two long and seemingly delicate fingers with razor-sharp claws used for ripping and tearing. The beak that serves as their mouth is equipped with strong pincers that hold their prey tightly once caught, leaving almost no chance of escape. Lenarions are carnivorous and therefore only eat meat, preferring it raw. Their tail is thick and muscular, though it is used more for keeping them balanced while sitting. Lenarions never move about on all fours, hopping like their kangaroo counterparts instead.
A pair of green eyes stare at you from behind the twenty foot tall fence. The lenarion hops along the fence as you make your way toward the gate, seemingly unaware of the dangerous beast trailing a short distance away. From your pocket, you pull a ring of keys, slipping a large brass one into the padlock and turning it.
The lenarion's ears twitch at the click of the lock and it crouches slightly, preparing to attack. It's clawed fingers curl in anticipation of the hunt as you open the gate and take a step inside, closing and locking it behind you. You don't make it a single step before you find yourself lying flat on your face as a thick tail swats at your knees. You start to try and push youself to your feet, but that same tail presses against your spine as the beast's pincers click anxiously. You manage to lift your face from the dust and come eye to eye with the beast, its hot breath blowing into your face as it exhales.
You suck in a breath, and then begin to laugh, "Got me again you silly thing, I swear one of these days I'll catch you sleeping." An excited clicking chatter fills your ears and you smile as the weight eases off your back, allowing you to sit up.
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It was a normal day, except for being way too hot for my tastes. Oh well. I'll get used to it eventually.I told myself. Well, I hoped I would. Truthfully, I probably wouldn't, and I would be overjoyed when this vacation ended. I looked down at the worn list of things to do in my hand. 3: See at least 3 awesome wild animals I read. "Well. I guess I can start with that." I didn't really think it would be a problem - in fact, I was terrified I might step on something. But of course, that's just the way I am. I had another problem - I could hardly see, being unable to look up at the sky. I hated that problem with my eyes. Sometimes, I wonder why they're like that. Even the sunglasses didn't help all that much. I managed to glance quickly to the side as I heard something loud. Vultures on a carcass? I guess that qualifies. At least I'd never even seen a real live vulture before. Cursing my terror, I stomped through the grass, as close as I could get. It looked like the dead thing was a small kangaroo. Why would there be a kangaroo here? I wondered, walking away again. I decided to go through the grass for a while. Maybe it would help a little with my fear. It was in this way I found a snake, weaving its way between the grass stems. I hope it's not venomous . . . I thought worriedly as I walked a few steps behind it. Following it for a short distance, I found what it was searching for: a warm, flat rock where it could lay in the sun. That's two - just one more . . . I thought. Of course, three had really been my minimum, but if it was all I could find, I would be mostly satisfied. Mostly. I heard a high-pitched chirping. Well, I don't know what it is, but I do know what an animal sounds like! I walked in the direction of the sound, wondering what it was. Eventually I came on something small and Tiger-striped sitting on a mound of dirt. "And that's a check . . ." I murmured, drawing a checkmark on my list. "Three animals." Then I realized what the animal actually was. My mind flew back to the carcass the vultures had been feeding on. "Oh, no . . . no ..."
I murmured. I knew what an animal sounded like - and what one in danger sounded like. "Well, you look dangerous . . . But I'm going to give it a shot, because your mom isn't coming back, and I doubt your father is." I picked him up warily. He made no resistance. "Poor thing . . . you need a name . . . Check. That's what I'll call you, little tiger." I carried Check home with me, or rather, back to the cottage with me. It wasn't really home - but it looked like he'd be coming home eventually.
This will be a slightly longer contest. As you should know, an adult lenarion cannot be taken wild and tamed. Your job is to write a convincing short story(probably no more than 500-700 words) about how you finding this guy as a joey and raising it. Please do make sure you're at least somewhat familiar with the general species information before you start writing. If you have any questions about the species, feel free to PM me, I'd be happy to answer them. This will end on July 2nd.
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