A wilting Baobab tree stood at the south-eastern edge of the den grounds, The leaves shimmered like a mirror flecked mosaic and the morning dew sparkled on the bejeweled cobwebs and grass swayed in a dingy copper color at its roots and trunk. What normally is a rather large and proud species of topiary - was now a sad reminder of mother nature's bad temper. "Eerie yet beautiful." he spoke in a gentle huff. The left side of the tree was black and molt with burns and lacerations from wandering bull elephants and rhinos, tiny fragments of dead fruits dangle on the right sloped sides - they held void of anything 'life sparing' within their seeds.
Rubbing the pads of his paws against the soil and scent marking the tree once again, the black lion roams the land. Cries from pied crows sing out from the catacombs and suddenly be decided perhaps it was time to replenish their healing plants stock. After all one never can have too many herbs in your paws.
Reformed and true was the stature held close to the onyx brute. Eyes as fierce as fire and brilliant as the wine that spilled from the body had cast across the grounds of the pit before turning loose up onto the skies. The air was hot and boiled but sweet enough not to dry out the nostrils. Features never weakened nor brightened as he examined the road ahead of him. The dry and rough grounds beneath sore toes gave way for the reaching limbs of the leader, tassel-less flesh swayed behind supple thighs and occasionally gave a flick against his hip bone. Oval ears perked at the sounds of gnawing bones from a canine yards away from his perch atop the lava rock in which he currently stood upon. The land smelt rigid and new to his senses, but they craved more and danced alive with each new step he took. Just how much more could this new place offer him? Just how much more information could he over load his mind as he made way across the tar?
He had heard on the wind that there was a place for where the kings and queens are buried in their safe keeping. Wanting to learn and create more of his technique - the ebony male crossed plains and rivers to get to the ruins. Breathing a sigh once he got and reached the place he believed was good to rest, He sat down and flexed out his limbs with a stretching groan. Ahhh such a long walk from the Tar pits! Red eyes watched the grass sway in the breeze before a current washed over his face and bedazzled his vision as he was forced to look away and into the sky. Oh, heavens today was truly splendid.
Afternoon swell was upon his back and the shades grew to the west-southern side of the territory. Leaving his back to the sun, he sighed - perhaps he could stand in the cavern opening to use the shade just for an hour or two. It wasn't impolite, right? Coughing out he would gather his belongings in his mouth before moving to the catacomb's door way and sitting down to watch the sun glisten between the tree's and over the dunes. This place was really different than any other place he had been to before. His mind was clear and his heart beat perfectly inside his chest. Hair tossed with a breeze and another coming before he felt it was okay to lay down. But suddenly when the sun had touched his toes and warmed them - he felt an uncontrollable desire to close his eyes and rest. To sleep.
An hour had passed and he had collected some herbs and gathered them in an old turtle shell before him. Counting the different shapes and colors before marking them down in his head. He needed to find the sage root and the valerian root before he headed into the catacomb. He may have been a King - but he was also a shaman and even though he had done enough training with his family, There was still things he had yet to understand. A flutter of wings above his head had caused the ebony lion to stir and look up at a brightly feathered companion. Akinyi. She was a beautiful yellowish gold Weaver with black eyes that seemed to stare straight into your soul, smacking her beak she flies to the lions shoulders and whistles. "Kingamous - Just what in the heavens? " she groans as red eyes roll in their sockets. He turns his robust skull to lean his right cheek against the flesh of his shoulder "What Akinyi? Are kings not allowed their own personal days to do as they wish? " he asked her before she puffs out her tail and wings.
She seemed to be displeased with the fact that once more, he had slipped out from his duties. A laugh was brushed off his lips before he gathered his herbs and plants to his mouth and carried them. He delicately danced onto the rocky ridges before turning to her as she squeaks "What is a king without his throne... " yea - he had heard it all before. Rolling his eyes once more as she yapped behind his head about how the lionesses would leave if he continued to neglect his duties. But Kingamous was not worried so much about that - after all they were a small growing pride in Kwantzu. The most or rather the only thing he was really worried about were rival young males, he was doing chores and his duties just not ones that meant populating with cubs. He knew they wouldn't leave not with Lunai still moping around the pride lands with his arrogance.
Everyone knew that even with Lunai being as old as he was, it was only due time before the Regent male had passed away to the 'throne of kings' in the heavens. Kingamous knew very well that sooner than later they would watch the lion fall and never wake - or purely disappear so that no members would watch his down fall. After all everything returns to the ground and sky anyway. The fresh smell of dirt mixed with blood drew his attention away from his thoughts and out into the distance as the bird that was once no stop yapping now hid in his immense mane. He watched as coming storm rolled in thunder and far rains, but nothing more unsettling than watching rogues tear apart the unworthy - the innocent. If he had the chance he would have chased them down, but they were outside his territory and he was in no way to start a field war with two young males.
He would simply have to keep an eye out on them both and make sure they didn't dare get too close. A huff left his lips as he turned sharply on his heavy heels and bounded west deeper into the territory. The tell-tale sounds of whines and puffs echoed to his ears and soon his pace rose from that of a trot to a full blown mad dash. Four large and powerful limbs smacked the ashen earth below daggered claws as they carried the ebony lion to the squandering females in a tussle. Great just how he had to end his evening - with a pussy fight against Nkesha and her daughter Amara. Great, just great.