Post by waham on Jan 16, 2012 10:08:34 GMT -5
King Waham the Powerful. That was the name which he once so proud carried as the noble King of a Pride so many miles away. For his noble nature, his kindness and his wisdom, and not to mention his physical power, as he was a fearsome fighter that none of the other males in his Pride, or any hyena would be stupid enough to challenge to a confrontation.
And indeed. King Waham was is the largest lion in his the pride. He had always been big for his age, even as a cub. Equal but not as big to Mufasa, a one-day playmate who was one of the two Princes of the Pride Lands. King Waham has a very bright brown fur, his mane is coal black and his eyes are bright brown. He is broad shouldered and has a pronounced jaw.
But even he, as fearless as he always tried to seem in the eyes of others, he knew he actually had to act for once, for the greater good of his Pride.
There in his own home, the drought had come, bringing destruction and death. Therefore, King Waham had been forced to see his faithful subjects starve. After a while, it were little food and almost no water. Everybody starved, and many had suffered. At a certain point, it were only half of all the lioness left in his own Pride . He sought now audience with the mighty King Ahadi of the Pride Lands. The by far greatest and fines Kingdom in existence. Or perhaps Mufasa was King? He remembered the little cub from when he was nothing more than a child himself. Perhaps he had taken over after his father as ruler? It didn't matter. Either way, he had to ask the King of assistance so he's herd could survive. He had traveled for days, alone, and eaten very little. He had imagined Mufasa's home as it once were. A wonderful place, rich of water and food, and perhaps even more important; Peace.
What met him, however, was a sad sight. The Pride Lands were nothing like it once were. He trudged towards Pride Rock, looking out for anyone who seemed familiar.
And indeed. King Waham was is the largest lion in his the pride. He had always been big for his age, even as a cub. Equal but not as big to Mufasa, a one-day playmate who was one of the two Princes of the Pride Lands. King Waham has a very bright brown fur, his mane is coal black and his eyes are bright brown. He is broad shouldered and has a pronounced jaw.
But even he, as fearless as he always tried to seem in the eyes of others, he knew he actually had to act for once, for the greater good of his Pride.
There in his own home, the drought had come, bringing destruction and death. Therefore, King Waham had been forced to see his faithful subjects starve. After a while, it were little food and almost no water. Everybody starved, and many had suffered. At a certain point, it were only half of all the lioness left in his own Pride . He sought now audience with the mighty King Ahadi of the Pride Lands. The by far greatest and fines Kingdom in existence. Or perhaps Mufasa was King? He remembered the little cub from when he was nothing more than a child himself. Perhaps he had taken over after his father as ruler? It didn't matter. Either way, he had to ask the King of assistance so he's herd could survive. He had traveled for days, alone, and eaten very little. He had imagined Mufasa's home as it once were. A wonderful place, rich of water and food, and perhaps even more important; Peace.
What met him, however, was a sad sight. The Pride Lands were nothing like it once were. He trudged towards Pride Rock, looking out for anyone who seemed familiar.