Post by zorro on Aug 26, 2007 2:02:52 GMT -6
Two dusty brown ears poked up in the long waving grass. Paws padded across the dirt ground, stopping occasionally. A small black nose scented the air, and the small lion trekked on. Irin began to bound across the earth, dust flying into the air with every effortless step he took. His figure was guant and under nourished, you could easily see he was dying. After a while, his paws ached and he gasped for breath. His deep eyes flickered upwards, and he spotted a large carcass. He ravenously devoured some meat, stripping it from the bone, until he spoted some vultures above, so he cowered away. His small figure was vunerable, being a Wanderer as such. He had always dreamed of a family.. or a pride.. He sighed deeply as he remembered his sister, killed by his previous pride to drive him out. He sat down and swiped a paw over his muzzle, removing a thick layer of dust and dirt. Hunger burned in his stomach, as he lay down underneath the brances of a large tree..
