The morning mists were beginning to form. The sun was still teasing the horizon with its light dancing off of the far away dews of flora. Shapes of dark brush and trees would sparkle if caught in this light in just the right angle.
Among this scenery a lion woke. He stretched him self proudly from sleep. His mighty yawn almost majestic.
Enter scene - Bast'ion.
Bast'ion was not the biggest or broadest of lions but for what he lacked in size he made up with intimidation. That was if he wanted to at the very least. At least Bast'ion believed this to be true. He was not the type to ever back down from a fight. Ever. Hell half the time he started them because he could.
But none of that is really important right now.
The mostly white lion made his way, sleepily, through the morning dewed grasses paying no mind to the morning scene opening up behind him as he treaded.
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