Nasain sighed to herself, while the usual skittering of the other lions lurking in the trees provided the typical background beats that made her start to sway in time to the unseen footsteps in the dark and dreary land of the demons. Sometimes she wanted to leave, but her heartstrings had her pinned down. Bound to her oldest friend, Hewa, who had her singing like a caged bird with broken wings. Her adoration and devotion to him was sickening to her. They hadn't spoken or seen one another, but without a new male to dip his paws into her mind and pull her puppet stings, Nasain was left dangling above this sharks lurking in the darkness.
Silence. Her ears perked up, turning. Eyes closed. She stopped and waited. Silence was the most dangerous thing in this clan. She couldn't walk without the beats of others paws in the distance. Like being frozen, she hummed to herself, waiting patiently. In these lands, there were few times when she felt alone. When there were fights on the other side of the land and others gathered to watch the bloodshed or when she was being watched.
Nasain stood ready, just incase her later thought was indeed correct. You could never be too cautious when you were in a pride full of bloodlust and malice.
Silence. Her ears perked up, turning. Eyes closed. She stopped and waited. Silence was the most dangerous thing in this clan. She couldn't walk without the beats of others paws in the distance. Like being frozen, she hummed to herself, waiting patiently. In these lands, there were few times when she felt alone. When there were fights on the other side of the land and others gathered to watch the bloodshed or when she was being watched.
Nasain stood ready, just incase her later thought was indeed correct. You could never be too cautious when you were in a pride full of bloodlust and malice.
