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 Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:57 am
But, on the other paw, he was rather comfortable living under his mothers jurisdiction and approval. Leaving meant she'd get upset and possibly angry; leaving meant meeting the unknown and possibly stirring up trouble and and and . . . ! Ooooh, it had been a terrible battle but eventually the crimson maned lion had come to the conclusion that a little exploration might not hurt.
So he'd made sure to eat a full meal (he wasn't exactly a notorious hunter) and with that the lion had taken his first steps off the Pridelands. Though he had cringed, after setting all four paws down off the border, Mchumba waited for the sky to fall.
Miraculously enough, it didn't happen! In fact, the lion had discovered that the world directly off the border still felt like home! There were the same type of grasses and trees and similar scents; in fact, he'd found a few scents OF pride landers coming and going. . . . So Mchumba wandered. For awhile he walked parallel to the border, but eventually growing bored with the grass as his only friend, the lion had cautiously made his way further and further away.
Amesi seemed to enjoy herself, so why shouldn't he?
Hours had passed, and the green eyed lion felt the heat of the afternoon strong upon his back. Part of him wanted to turn back and go home, to hit up the local watering holes and drink his fill. But there had to be foreign water around here somewhere. . . . right? Panting lightly, the lion was both happy and upset that he hadn't met a single soul on his journey. Happy because that meant no confrontation (especially if it were GIRL!) but also upset because he had no one to inquire about the whereabouts of water.
Sniffing the air, everything smelled dry and dirty. . . . Well, maybe he'd continue on for a little while longer. Perhaps he might get lucky. Finding shade beneath a tree, the lion began to delicately groom his coat; he'd stop periodically to mess with it, wanting to look his very best for all to see. His brother was quite a vain creature, and Mchumba didn't want to do him wrong by looking a mess. . . .especially if he should meet a stranger this day!
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 9:55 am
Oh, woe was the lover that could never catch that eye! How often he would miserate under the shade of a tree, feeling as rooted and planted in his love, unable to move from that point, and thirsting for affection under a hot savannah sun. And oh, the woman, he could not hate her fully. How he wished he could despise her and then be able to nobly intervene to save his friend, and the female was true to him. He could only step back and, being by his friend’s side, seep off the crumbles of affection, starve himself with the love of his affection that would never move past friendship, and secretly stew in his own emotions.
It was walks that distracted him and tired him so that he could return at night and sleep. Lasting night, how your hours stretch to torment the heart and like vultures, tear at their most tender spots.
The golden lion feasted on his frustrations, having already dinned on a antelope prior, and felt ill at ease as he moved. In perspective, he was a well-off lion. A merchant as it was, he acquired this and that over his time, and he was well respected by his peers. He knew of the world through traveling, and was settled now to be forever chained, a helpless slave, to his friend. How the bonds did choke!
Sighing, he continued to walk, his presence melting in the waves of tall grass, but shimmering with his white mane. Blue eyes, so often misted with some wave of passion, looked about himself as he headed on his way to a nice place to rest and drink before seeing what this area offered. The Pridelands were a large nation, and he hoped to acquire either news or discussion. In-between that time, he could stifle the movements of his heart.
As he progressed, he did notice a form very distinct from the trees and rich grass that often resulted in rich life here. It’s colors were roses on lilacs, and the mane showing it to be male. Turning his head, he called out as he did with anyone he should encounter, of course with courtesy and caution. “Hark, who art thou?” An'tonio had a speak of his own, a sign of his homeland and a mark of a foreigner in these lands.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 9:00 am
Mchumba paused mid-lick when the call came out. For a moment he froze, terror seizing the large lion up as his bright green widened with concern. Oh . . . .by the gods, someone was here! Panic gripped the male, who had never been particularly confident even nestled at home within the Pridelands. The poor little cub had never stood a chance with his mothers teachings, and now he was out here, alone, meeting rogues and . . . .
No wonder his mother wouldn't be pleased.
Gulping, his ears flicked forward as he located the source. For a moment, Mchumba completely over looked the golden lion that seemed to mesh so well with the tall grasses. But that white mane did stand out, and sure enough, the figure of An'tonio was quickly determined. There was both a sense of relief and fear that welled within the chest of the lion - this was his first stranger he'd ever met off the Pridelands. Everyone he'd met since cubhood had been members of the pride, and though not all of them were the most kind or nice, they were still his companions. . .
This new lion though was some sort of rogue, or perhaps he hailed from a different pride. Either way, Mchumba suddenly felt his throat go tight and his anxiety skyrocket. Though he was glad it wasn't some lioness, some great being he'd have to kiss the ground for, it was a male. . . and poor Mchumba didn't seem to have much luck with males for that matter.
Crap.
Clearing his throat lightly, not wanting to stand there like an idiot, the oaf of a lion stood up so he might better be seen. He wasn't trying to look intimidating (and honestly, even a fly might look more fierce than Mchumba at that moment) but at least the other could get a visual.
Hark, who art thou? Strange tongue, definitely a foreign lion. . . "Uh. . . I'm not Hark I'm . . . . I'm Mchumba," he called out, a small smile gracing his features. He hoped he didn't sound as nervous as he felt, but unfortunate for the lion, he did. "But I mean no harm and . . . hope you don't either," he added a little softer, averting his gaze.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 9:48 pm
Ah, a comedian it was! This Mchumba was certainly a card, but An’tonio had yet to know if he wanted to play games. Still, walking about the tall grass with nothing but dark thoughts on his mind, a light conversation might just be the break in the sky that he needed. Still, he was well aware he was a foreigner and stepping even near other prides could mean death or slavery. Not wanting either, he slowly approached.
“If it’s no harm you offer, than there is no reason for me to harm you. I do not slay a brother who does not raise his paw to me or my kin. You seem to not show any ill will, so I won’t show you any either.” There was no way he would hurt a lion who meant no harm to him, and being like-minded in that, he let his backturned ears rise and his stance change to show he was prepared for only a simple talk.
“My name is An’tonio, rogue to your country. I hope that my presence does not upset you. I mean no harm to your countrymen.” Closing the distance, the rogue noticed the other to be as young as he was, a coat shimmering in the sun and well tended. His stance seemed shaky and unsure, but his face seemed kind. His mane was quite fetching, and his legs elegant and pleasing to the eyes. Surely a fine male to someone who spent so often appraising them.
“If you pardon my intrusion, what brings you out on such a fine day outside of your pride’s boundaries or are you a rogue as well?” He was unsure how to differentiate on who was a Pridelander and who was not. Some lingered so close to the boundaries that they picked up the same habits and looks, breeding with roaming females and born outside of the prides.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 7:37 pm
Mchumba wasn't trying to be a comedian, nor was he attempting to be silly or entertaining. The poor green eyed male had lived an incredibly sheltered life, and unfortunately for him, didn't entirely understand the foreign vocabulary this new lion used. He'd never heard such an 'accent' before, and honestly was only guessing at what was being said.
Hark? Mchumba didn't even know what a hark was and could only assume he was being addressed as such. It was perhaps a comedic affair, but it was also laced with misfortune as such a lion had been brought up to be completely and thoroughly confused.
It took the lion a moment to reinterpret what the male before him said. Still, his smile relaxed some in to relief as he was reassured that nothing bad would come of him. He was a very gentle lion, despite his size, and could hardly raise a paw to swat at a fly much less actually pose a threat upon a stranger! "No need to apologize," he quickly assured, offering a slightly shy smile at the stranger before averting his gaze. "The Pridelands borders are still a little bit that way, and even so, they're quite welcoming to strangers and rogues. As you say, so long as you don't cause harm or. . . er. . .ill will, than you'd be more than welcome." Rogues came and went all the time, honestly. Thankfully the pride was so large and expansive that to actually pose a threat would be foolish. . . .
Clearing his throat slightly, he looked back at the stranger, internally reassuring himself that all was well. Honestly, a spot of conversation would do wonders to Mchumba! The yellow striped lion certainly seemed friendly, and it wasn't in Mchumba's nature to be suspicious. Though it was the first 'outsider' he'd ever met, the lion was surprised at how pleasant he was.
. . . . maybe this 'wandering' thing wasn't such a bad idea after all!
"I'm not a rogue, I . . . I do live in the Pridelands. Was born and raised there and, well, . . . uh. . . . I've never been off its borders until today, really." He admitted a bit quieter, gaze once again dropping as he stared at his pink toes. Boy he felt awkward, though that wasn't a state of being the poor lion had ever gotten over. From his very beginnings, he'd never felt very comfortable in his own skin, having been born of the most unfortunate gender and then vying to capture his mother's attentions and charms.
Discomfort and uncertainty was the heart of the lion, an internal awkwardness he'd been pitted against from his very first breaths of life. "Thought I'd see what it was like, I guess, though it hasn't proved to be very different. Just a little more unfamiliar, I guess." Wrapping his tail around his paws, he offered another small smile and with a tilt of his head, added, "I'm Mchumba and it's certainly a pleasure. Welcome to the Pridelands if . . . well if that's where you intend to head."
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 7:56 pm
He decided to sit before the other, placing his end on the ground and letting his tail give a few flops of life once in a while. Usually it was a tail that was in higher spirits, but he was in one of his low days and despite his sunny appearance, An’tonio liked to hold to the bittersweet company of his own troubles. However, he was a lion who knew how to conduct himself. This was a new acquaintance and placing his problems and sour disposition too suddenly and without warrant on another was out of the question!
No! An’tonio was far too good for that.
Puffing, he gave a smile to the lion. He seemed young and fresh to be out alone for the first time, and being a native, he must have felt unsure. “Ah, it is a good thing even for someone loyal to their territory to step out. You can better appreciate what you have and feel a stronger love of your territory, your pride, when you are outside of it. You should stretch your legs more often. The world is vast, wide, and full of new perspectives and horizons. Your pride, as strong as it is, will not leave you and a home does not become anything less even when you are away.”
He looked over at the direction that Mchumba indicated was the Pridelands to make note of it.
“It seems it is Fate that I find you to be led the way, though I hardly think a big a nation as the Pridelands would escape even my view. Still, it is good to travel, and I am in no great rush. Best to clear the head and mellow the heart.” The last note was given a soft tone, and the lion breathed in and gave a long sigh out, looking out at the horizon at the bright day that warmed the earth and his fur.
Turning, he looked back to the bouquet of lilac and roses that made up the other lion. “This is your first time out of your homeland. Why so long to go?” He was curious what would bring someone suddenly to go out. It could just be a sudden spur or maybe there were reasons. The fact the lion was curled in suggested he might be troubled.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 2:22 pm
The bright furred lion's ears pricked as he listened to the yellow fellow before him. His stomach was still churning anxiously even though An'tonio obviously meant no harm or ill-will. But the green eyed male hadn't exactly been raised to be strong and full of confidence; no, he'd been trained to be afraid of the outside world and spun so full of misconceptions about who he was, his gender, and what that meant to everyone else that he couldn't help but feel unsure.
He loved his mother, but she had raised him far too well in her own tangled, biased views. It was most unfortunate for Mchumba that he was completely ignorant to it all!
Still, at least the striped male before him wasn't laughing at him. It was another reason Mchumba was often a coy creature, incredibly timid and worried over strange company. If a female didn't absolutely petrify him and force him to play the subservient role, than male lions had a strange habit of bullying or laughing at him. They often teased him and called him different. . . . but it wasn't Mchumba that was off, it was everyone else. . . . . wasn't it?
That's what mother had told him time an time again. In fact she'd preached it so often he was sure his ears would bleed if he'd ever heard it again! He was a good son to please mother, but he knew the moment she caught wind of him being off the pride he'd get his ears boxed for it.
Funny how he was bigger than her but she still managed to put him in his place. But that was neither here nor there. . . His brain touched on the subjects but he also did his best to listen to the lion before him. He had company, best not day dream or phase him out. Especially as this was the first stranger he'd ever met, and all on his own too!
"You speak the truth, I . . . I suppose." His tail twitched lightly and he wrapped it tighter about himself. "But I don't think I really have it in me to get away. I mean . . . . it's just that. . . well. . . being a male and all. . . " Mchumba shrugged his shoulders with defeat, heaving a small sigh himself.
An'tonio would certain understand the hardships of being a male! They were a weak gender, worth little and dependant upon the whims and fancies of the females around them. They weren't expected to do anything but look pretty and bend over backwards for the ladies of the pride. . . . to strike it out alone, well. . . . probably not a good idea. "Though I guess you're kind of the exception to the rule. Have you travelled long and always on your own? Or did some female put you up to it?" His head canted to the side, meaning no slight or insult, but genuinely believing his words. Poor fellow was a fool.
"I'd be happy to take you to the Pridelands, just you say the word," Mchumba added, perhaps a bit too quickly. He wasn't all that comfortable on his own, despite having a very dull day. And the longer he stayed away, the more angry his mother might become if she'd found out his adventures. Mind, she was usually too busy preening over her sister or possibly fighting with father but . . . .that didn't mean she didn't like to check up on her sons.
"I haven't left because there's been no need," Mchumba responded with a small smile. "I mean. . . I shouldn't go, just because I'm going against Mother's best wishes and I am on my own. . . . It's a dangerous world out there, so I've been told, and no place for a male lion to roam. But I . . . I've been curious I guess. I just wanted a little peak, but should probably head back anyway. It'll get dark soon. . ." Yeah, like after a few more hours. Still, if it hadn't been clear before, then it was starting to become painfully obvious.
Mchumba was definitely not a very traditional lion. And what was more unfortunate was he had no idea how 'off' against the norm he truly was.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:17 pm
It just so happened that Mchumba had met a traditional lion, but one of an extreme tradition. While An’tonio had a bias, women having been the reason he was left miserable, it was also that he came from a small pride that didn’t place much on women in the first place. Well, at least in An’tonio’s view. His family was raised to a strict discipline, and women were the weaker, more sensitive creatures that had to be sheltered else they be easily corrupted. The very fact that the other lion started to say that An’tonio was out here on some woman’s errand made his fur stand on end, and a glimmering light flashed in his eyes. It was one thing to take care of women, but An’tonio was still inwardly crushed at Portia, the female who stole away his poor Bassanio’s heart. Women in his world had charms he could only imitate, and while he could give all he could and more, they had little things that the gods alone could give him and no one else.
“A woman? Hah! You could say just that. It’s a woman who drives me out to brood among the prairie grass and not beside my beloved, but she in no way directs my moves. What need do I have for women?! What is this nonsense your talking about? The world is best given to males. Who else would take it? Women?! Their delicate natures and sensibilities would be turned harsh and would not withstand such labors of the world. They are best left in the pride where their fathers and brothers can look after them until properly mated. Their place is in the pride. ” This greatly disturbed An’tonio, who had a feeling dear mother was a particularly harmful female who spoke poison in her dear son’s ear.
"No. I travel for gain as I am a merchant. I serve only my king who rules our pride, and whatever strikes my heart."
Nearing, he looked the lad in the eyes, sizing him up. “You’re a strong young lad. Where is your heart? I clearly see your structure. Strong legs, a mane as thick as any youth, clearly in the prime of your seasons. Did that mother of yours gift you with a man’s physic but a woman’s heart? I dare think not! Leave the ladies to their business. Come. It does no harm for young men to get away from the ladies. The place is proper for your footsteps, and any danger is only a challenge you must encounter. If you live without being prepared, how are you suppose to grow up strong and able? I do not know who has been keeping you way from the world, as such a fiend is a person who cups the butterfly in their paw to keep it nearby and in the end kills it’s beauty, but you must open your eyes.” He shook his head and went over, chest out as his tail flickered. For the young male to shrink in the face of an open sky and free prairie was a crime, and his delicate features were ruined by his cowering. Such a pretty form that An’tonio wondered if it was the grace of his male features or the small female gestures that made him such a sight.
“Come now. There is still many hours before the sun drops. Let us walk. Your pride is going nowhere, and you have spent too many years under your mother’s eye that it’s best you slip away from it for a time.” Maybe he could show him something wonderful to cure him of his cowardice.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:39 am
Mchumba felt strangely overwhelmed. His green eyes widened ever so slightly as the lion before him seemed to turn bitter. Had he said something wrong. . . ? Had he unknowingly touched a sensitive topic? Apparently, he had and the rose and lavender coloured lion was quick to find out what An'toni's ire truly was about.
Women.
Females.
The lion listened quietly as the handsome sunshine male declared his vows. There was some drama in his life, apparently, some drama over a female that drove him out and away from his mate. He felt sorry for the lion, brooding because of some actions of this stranger, but at the same rate. . . .women were tricky creatures, oh yes they were. But his concern and compassion for his plight slowly transformed in to incredulity as An'tonio began to clearly express his views.
What. . . . what on earth was he talking about? To have the men care for them? To leave them in the pride where they were to be watched by their brothers and fathers!? Why, that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard, and Mchumba couldn't help but look astounded. Realizing he was staring, the lion cleared his throat and gave a small shake of his head. Despite the blasphemy he had just witnessed, a small smile crept upon his features. It was a very good thing his mother hadn't been present, she would have had living kittens and probably chased the stranger away!
"Er. . . .Those are some strong views. . . Very different from what I learned," he admitted with a small shrug of his shoulders. The way An'tonio spoke he made it seem as if being a lion was a good thing, as if they held much worth. It wasn't that Mchumba didn't like being male (well, okay, he tried very hard to!) but the lifestyle wasn't all that easy. Because of his gender he lived in fear and terror of females, cowering in their wake and bending backwards to respect their wishes. He adored his mother but couldn't help to feel slighted towards her extreme preference towards his sister. . . . .
But such was his lot in life. All he was required was to look pretty and never question the authority if women. Mchumba adhered to such rules as if they were law itself, brainwashed so thoroughly was he.
As An'tonio seemed to pass some judgment over him, green eyes quickly turning down to stare at his paws. "I would be so lucky to have a woman's heart. . . . " He quietly admitted. . . and possessing their form wouldn't be a bad idea either! Hmph. How many times had he willed his mane not to grow? How foolish had he been to get it chopped off and chewed off if only to look more feminine? He had pulled many a crazy stunt in his youth in hopes of gaining attention and approval from his mother.
Unfortunately, it never worked.
An extreme pacifist, Mchumba said nothing in reply to An'tonio's challenge to his mother's direction. He hated confrontation and didn't want to further upset to the sunshine lion. He didn't often get to meet strangers, and despite his anxiety over their surroundings, as well as the strange views of the outsider, he didn't necessarily want to leave. It was good to speak to another. . . .
"A-a-all right," he finally agreed, taking a small breath before getting to his paws. A walk. . . just a simple walk. It was true that his home and pride weren't going to leave or disappear; he knew where he was and he was in good company. This opportunity didn't happen everyday after all. . . . "A walk sounds nice." He hoped the nervousness in his voice wasn't present. Giving a flick of his tail, he approached An'tonio and waited for him to lead the way.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 8:31 pm
Antonio laughed again, finding the boy both bizarre and entertaining. His world was upside down, and the way he spoke was more of a joke to him even if he was sure the boy did not mean it. It only showed more and more how different the pridelands must be, and Antonio wondered, as a merchant moving from place to place, if he should be so bold as to make his opinions more public if all men were to think this way about women. If so, he was not about to let any woman come over and pass her opinions and judgments on him if he should visit. He’d sooner be chased out and have his tail bitten off as punishment, forever banished, than to let a group of women say he was not worth their spit. It wasn’t like he was here for their amusement or pleasure anyways, and he certainly had no interest in catching their eye. PAH! He had other eyes he wished to look at, and at the moment, he was looking at a very lovely set of downcast green eyes that only made him smile more.
“If you had a woman’s heart, I’d certainly think you’d be less charming. Be proud of that male heart that beats in you, as it holds a fire that no woman has, and it pounds strong and hard.” As a demonstration, he brushed against the other, curling alongside him. “Only a male heart is worth going after.”
Laughing again, Antonio walked onward, being a temporary guide to Mchumba.
“So tell me, what is it that makes you wish you had a woman’s heart? What does a woman’s heart have that you don’t? Can’t you love with as many fires from the sun till it feels you are trembling with a fever, hot with it’s touch, before going cold without the thing you most desire? Do you feel pounding jealousy in your chest, in the very core, when you cannot have it? Hate when you feel it is threatened? Do you not roar with a thousand thunders when you are brought to a point of fury? Of pride? All this from a male heart is possible? What makes a woman’s heart so great? They pick and choose here and there what they want on a whim, as easy as the breeze, and change their minds just as quickly. They’re fickle. The lot of them.” He fluffed up, and looked over his shoulder at the petal-purple lion before slowing down to walk alongside him, making sure to keep his eyes on him to see what his body said along with what his mouth would say. “Well?”
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 9:36 pm
Mchumba was a very confused young male. As he stared down at his paws, his ears turned as he listened to what Antonio had to say. It was a difficult concept for him to understand, for he had never been brought up properly to begin with. His mother had made sure her sons were nothing less than what she believed all men to be, and though she never said it, she did look upon both his brother and he with pride. Even if the rest of the world looked upon them with pity or embarrassment. So to hear that he'd possess less charm with a woman's heart, to hear that he should be PROUD to be male. . . It was a rather difficult concept to grasp.
And it was even more difficult to think clearly when Antonio made such a bold move as to brush against him. The entire action was enough to cause the lion to involuntarily freeze, as if contact was unknown to him. In a sense, it was. His brother was off and away, and the last time hed been able to cuddle with his mother or sister was when he was quite a small cub indeed. So to feel the sensation of another's coat against his coat was . . . . rather amazing.
And a lion like Antonio no doubt!
Mchumba had always appreciated his male kin, even if they often mocked him or looked upon him strangely when he spoke of his views. He didn't harbor much courage or boldness and he certainly was very weak for a male. Most of the other lions either tolerated his company so long as he was quiet or just strung him along to pick on him.
He'd always felt much more comfortable around males . . . and he did like the sensation of close contact. At least with Antonio. A new discovery, perhaps, but he quickly remembered to breathe and to calm his heart down. Strange for his body to respond in such an odd manner, which only further confused the young male.
If Antonio had been a lioness would he feel so . . .strange? Probably, he assumed. He just wasn't used to touch. Clearing his throat, Mchumba gave himself a little shake before starting after the pale lion before him. This day was both wonderful and horrible all at once; while he was less afraid of being away from the pridelands with Antonio, the lion was a bit much for him to easily handle.
"Well, with the way you talk about males, it . . . it almost feels OK to be one," he admitted quietly, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. It was obvious his self-confidence had been stripped away, so to feel pride in himself especially over his gender was strange. His tone was almost wistful. "But I . . . I've always been told otherwise. I've felt jealousy before," he tentatively admitted, green eyes dimming as he thought about his sister and even his brother. His brother with the handsome coat, where women and men seemed to fawn on him and his vanity; and his sister, how she was always the favorite, how mother always loved her the best. Poor Mchumba never felt particularly wanted or well liked. . . The male cubs he grew up with rejected him for desiring to be a woman; the female cubs rejected him for being a male. . .
Loneliness was a heavy cross to bear, especially for a cub, and even as an adult it wasn't an easy burden to carry.
"But I . . . I certainly never felt it as strong as you spoke so eloquently about it. And I've certainly never loved," he added, half blanching at the idea. He knew there was something different about him, because as he grew the other males seemed to fawn over the females, and the females back. But Mchumba never understood the idea of a female taking a mate, or as he heard the males, taking on a female for a mate. He just didn't understand how that was possible!
He'd be too frightened. . . Love was a concept the lion enjoyed, but something he didn't entirely understand and knew he never felt. " I guess I . . .I guess I could be proud of my male heart but . . . it must be broken if what you speak is true. Because fires and suns and fury are things I've never once experienced." Green eyes looked tentatively over at Antonio before dropping back down again.
He didn't want to look at the pale lion. . .not when he walked so close.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 8:24 pm
If there was one thing that An’tonio was, it was passionate. He was vibrant and dramatic from his cubhood, and loved when he was very young. It was why he fell in love with his best friend, and why he found many substitutes that built up his confidence in his prefereances and his experience to know what he liked. His adventurism didn’t only extend to his traveling, but to his love life, but nothing satisfied him as much as his deep crush. A crush that was never returned, though for a brief time was entertained when he was young. Oh, how he knew about love and all it’s dark corners, and how his passion in life tortured him. He could paint pretty pictures with his words, because he constantly thought them up when he traveled alone, showering passing lovers with them as he tried to chill his flaring passions with someone else.
It never worked, and he always knew it, yet he continued on. It was good he traveled else he would bring all the drama of his lovelife back to his pride, however unstable and new it was, and the long walked without anyone gave him time to not romp around with rogues. Yet, here he was, once again, talking quickly and dieing for company and conversation. While traveling alone made it that he had time to cool off, to not jump from stranger to stranger as often, it just made him as hungry for someone else when he did see him.
He knew it, and he looked over the boy, wondering if he was making a mistake to play with him. He seemed fresh, fragile, and inexperienced that playing with him could turn such a sweet, modest boy into a bitter male. The last thing he wanted was to create another hard lion who hated others and closed off his heart due to one bad experience, but An’tonio felt his chest constrict as lustful desire flared in him, unable to be cured.
How it burned to think of why he was out this far in the first place. “It’s a blessing and a curse to love. I will say it is one of the best feelings in the world, but it’s a strong poison. Some lions are bitten by the snake of love and it takes a while for the poison to work before they realize they are in love. For me, I was bitten when I was young, quickly, without warning, and it's fangs went deep into my tender heart. I loved and loved, but mine was a love never meant to be.[ ” Bassanio was close to being his, and he faithfully stood by his side as a trustful friend. He gave everything to him in hopes of being credited with a long gaze or smile, to remain in his company, even when it meant that in the end, he helped his friend marry a woman. How he had to step down and refuse to intervene, risked his life for them, and yet was alone now. They happily mated and now him, alone. Still, he hoped Bassanio to be happy, as he was, deeply in love with someone that was not him and would never be him.
The golden lion had become somber, walking slowly as he looked out. “…but you need to find a cure for love else the poison drives you mad. Someone else has my antidote, and I fear I’ll go insane in the end.” He’d die in this terrible state, where he tossed and turned, his mind and body unsatisfied and crying out the name of the one he loved over and over, knowing he wouldn’t come. Bassanio had another name on his lips, and now he was left wondering what to do with himself. Maybe he would go into the pridelands and talk about what he thought of these women. They could tear him apart and take his life. A woman had taken his lover, his life, so being killed by a group of them would only be fitting.
It was worth a chuckle, if not a short one. Somber, he picked up to his previous pace. “It’s good to love, and you should. A young male such as yourself should open himself up and risk himself for love. You do not want to become old and bitter, regretting chances not seized.”
The golden lion watched the other lion, smiling. “Do you have your eye on anyone at all? Tell me. I promise not to tell. ”
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