LIONS OVER ALL [p, Sus]

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    [fancypost=border-width:0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px][center]DARTH VADER

    Vader had grown up in a harsh environment. Sand, sand, and sand. He had loved his mother with all his heart, and had grown up around other lions. He knew what Lion's were suppose to act. But his childhood had also been a constant fight for survival- could you blame him? Traits that had carried from his childhood and now they got mad at him for it.


    Vader laid down on his porch, his arms sticking out of the railing, his face somewhat obscured by the rails. As if he was caged off and separated from the rest of them, and his paws symbolized him trying to get out. Perhaps out of this life, or out of this body. Oh, he didn't know. But he was increasingly more and more bothered by the fifteen foot coffin in his room, where his true form was hibernating.


    He was bored, too.

    [center][fancypost= width: 477px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family:'andale mono']Susurro was walking back towards camp and didn't quite know his way around yet. He had an antelope dragging from his mouth, intending to take it back to the fresh-kill pile. Out of the corner of his amber eyes he saw the familiar bulk of Vader and sighed inwardly. It appeared he was alone with him this time. Great.


    He was just going to ignore him. There was no reason to start a fight and Susurro had no reason to think he had to prove himself to Vader. He would just ignore him and continue on his way...

    [fancypost=border-width:0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px][center]DARTH VADER

    Yellow eyes squinted, focusing on the antelope. The lion stood up, his head hitting the rail and recoiling. Vader hissed, and jumped up, his front paws setting on the railing and looking at the lion.


    "How did you find that?" A deer, fine, another critter, fine, but where did Susurro find an Antelope? In a moorland with a forest?


    A pause.
    "That's the long way to the pile." He points out. "Keep going that way and you will end up dragging it through more dirt than you need to."

    [center][fancypost= width: 477px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family:'andale mono']How did he find it? Simple. He had gotten lost and just kept traveling outside the territory until he came across a lone antelope that was far from its herd. Then he started the long trek back. The antelope was surprisingly clean for the distance he'd carried it, because only recently had he begun to drag it due to fatigue in his neck.


    "It was wandering in the territory, obviously separated from its herd. Catching it wasn't too hard, it was rather old." Was all he said to answer Vader after admitting he couldn't just keep walking after being addressed. He looked in the direction he was heading and sighed, refusing to let his embarrassment show, "I'm not bringing it back to camp." He said stiffly, "I was... there's a place over there where I wanted to rest and eat it."

    [fancypost=border-width:0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px][center]DARTH VADER

    "But you are already in the camp." Vader pointed out, his tail beginning to flick. He blinks at the other lion, claws kneading into the rail. "And it would be rude not to share, given that you are now in a clan, where we are obligated to share." If an antelope was all the boy got, Vader was mildly surprised the lion did not find the hogs he had outside the territory. "Lions need much nutrition, yes, but we must make sacrifices for the sake of others here."

    "So, then, are you being selfish?"