Kureiji of House Azrael left the den with soft steps, doing his best to be as silent as possible. He couldn’t sleep and he felt confined in the small den with the peaceful shapes of his family members where even a tiny yawn sounded ridiculously loud. He didn’t stray from the den. In fact, the young lion rarely left the den on his own these days and much less walked too far from its entrance. He was cautious – far more cautious than a lion his age should be – but unfortunately he’d gotten the answer to the question he’d once asked himself as a cub: what was war?
He knew now even though the words often failed him if he tried to explain it. He knew of War, what it felt like and what it did to families. And he wished he didn’t but it seemed this was a kind of knowledge one couldn’t forget even if he tried. Eiji sat down and looked up at the stars and a shiver ran down his spine when a cold breeze hit him from behind and ruffled his growing mane.
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