[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Through the eyes of the humans, he was a natural oddity. They wanted to lock him up in a small enclosure and been stared at for the rest of his life. A black lion without a mane was to be put on display, only to be stuffed and put into a display case once he passed. He did not want that, and still being a child, he was able to escape that sanctuary, with the help of his mother, of course. He had made sure to flee as far away as he could, but be longed to see his mother again, but going back there was not an option.
He had aged quite a bit since then, hardly remembering anything about that place now. The ebony child had lived on his own, scavenging and hunting small rodents for the most part. Along his travels had he attended a few story tellings and learned of the clans and other groups scattered about in a region not too far away. Packing what very little he had, he traveled to where the stories took him, and sure enough, it brought him here. "Hello?" called out the orange-eyed cub, tufted tail flicking to and fro.
