Post by Hyza on Jul 13, 2015 20:44:46 GMT -5
In the weeks that had passed since he'd woken up in the clutches of this horrid place, Hyza had grown used to the sounds of the trees. They were everywhere, how could he not? He didn't like them, of course, but he no longer tensed in anticipation of an attack every time the wind rustled through the strangely shaped leaves. These trees were nothing like the ones he was used to back home, with their tightly packed growing pattern and branches all down the trunks. Hyza thought he would always prefer the high, towering blanket of the plains.
This, though. This was something that no self respecting lion should be forced to deal with! At least before, when he looked up he could spot the bright blue sky he was used to, enjoy the sunlight that filtered down to the ground. He'd taken to hiding in the trees, sucking up the anxiety that one of those large green things was going to fall on him and squash him flat, just to escape the unbearable heat of his new, dark coat. When he was brown, it was warm, that was true, but it was nothing more than he could stand. Here, it was as if he was one of the forgotten dead, rotting and bleached in the heat.
Whether that was preferable to the oppressive gray that clung overhead was still up for debate.
He hadn't seen a blue sky in what seemed like lifetimes, and these little white blobs that stung his nose every time they landed on it kept dropping like tiny bird feathers. The stuff was everywhere, numbing his foot pads and soaking into his fur to bog it down. He couldn't understand the sensations that swept over him beneath the thick fur, didn't even have a word to describe the shaking that overtook him when the wet soaked him to the bone.
He'd never been cold before. He was a lion, after all, and the African Plains just did not do cold.
About the only upside to the sky feathers was that it made the blotches in his vision easier to spot. Hyza was slowly coming to realize that the colored areas that sometimes swam behind his eyes were other living things. Occasionally, he'd even managed to track one down, just to discover it was food. A rabbit, true, nothing more than a bite sized snack, but if he didn't have to put effort into the hunting of it, that was more than enough to sate him for a while.
Unfortunately, even this small boon came with a steep price. Because one of those blotches he'd tracked down hadn't been a rabbit, or anything else he could eat. No, it had been the little short - legged, oddly striped cub that was currently batting at his tail. Sure, he could have eaten it anyway, probably should have killed it at the very least like his brothers did the rival lion's offspring, but he didn't. Knowing his luck, the thing was probably the cub of one of the other cats, and a fight over a misplaced brat was not what he wanted to get in to right now.
Still, the little pest was driving him mad.
After the third time in a minute that she sunk claws into his tail, Hyza hefted his head of the ground and bared his teeth, an irritated roar escaping him. It was a loud sound, one that had terrified bands of hyenas, sent herds of gazelle racing across the plains in a mad dash for their life. Lions his own size had backed away in a delightful show of cowardice at Hyza's roar.
This little she cub, though. Did she run? No! The thing had the nerve to drop his tail, lower herself into a crouch, and roar back at him. Well, to try at least. The sound she made was more of a squeak, like he'd stepped on her. So much so that Hyza instinctively glanced down at his own massive paws to make sure he hadn't somehow squashed her. Not that he cared. Of course he didn't.
He was a lion. Lions do not care about crushing cubs with a single paw that was bigger than her entire body.