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  • "IT IS THE END OF ALL HOPE"


    The cries of the child could be heard by anyone listening. He was clearly distressed, but why was up to anyone's guess. Though if they came to him, they would see him backed up against a tree. A jet black lion in his face. Growling threats to the child.


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  • The peryton hesitated for a second or two, wondering if she really wanted to save a mortal. They meant little to her, and this wasn't the one she was bound to--so she wasn't obligated to rescue him. Still, the crying child looked so sad, so pitiful, that she felt like she at least had to do something. He was a member of StormClan, of her home, and she felt like at least some loyalty was due towards him. Reyes bounded forward, her head lowered as she aimed to plunge her antlers deep into the lion's side--probably not lethal, but definitely painful, if he didn't move aside in time. "What are you doing here?" she ground out, every word a snarl of fury.

  • "IT IS THE END OF ALL HOPE"


    The cub watched her plunge her antlers in the older lions side. He then ducked around to shelter behind the female. The injured lion would step back from the female after pulling free and growl. "That child is not what you think it is. I will be back." Was all it would say as it turned tail. Bolting into the brush without another word.


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