Yiksa had been bordering on the Demon Pride’s borders for the past few weeks. Never before had he considered the idea of joining a pride. He never really enjoyed the idea of a pride and he normally avoided them in every way possible. He did not want anything to do with them. He hated others; he hated almost everyone he ran into. There was almost always something about them that made him disgusted and want to turn away from them. However after meeting the lioness Bele and hearing of her pride and what she did there. She seemed like she was a smart lion, not like the ones that she had met in the Rogue Lands. She was different, and from the way it sounded so were the other lions in her pride. They were all different and this really attracted his attention. He was hoping that he could fit into the pride.
He had to be a demon. He had to have one inside of him and the more he thought about it, the more on the fence he was about it. He stared at himself in the water, looking over his condition. Over at least the last year had grown worse and worse. Most of his mane was matted, his eyes were duller then a stone and his body was a skeleton. You could see almost every bone, no muscle no fat. He was close to death and when he thought about it he really never really felt any hunger pains or anything like that. He just wanted not caring about the pain in his feet. He ignored the flies around him and the birds that flew above his head. He ignored all of it up until he had heard of the Aikanaro pride. He set his sights for it but as he stared at himself in the water he felt like it was hopeless. How could a demon of any kind live in this body? There was no way in the world. He didn’t even understand why he thought of the idea. He was silly for thinking this wasn’t he?
Then again there was another point to this. The one that put him in the place of indecision. Bele explained the pride to him. And his question was that if she didn’t think he could do it why would she explain the pride. She could have easily left him to die or attacked him. But she talked to him and told him about it. There had to be some hope to it right? He wasn’t always like this and he knew that he could easily get back into shape. The pride seemed to be wroth it. It could be reason enough for him to get back into shape. He just had to work hard at it, which he had done for a long time before letting himself go. He was still young and he could still manage to take on others. He knew that he could, he felt it inside of him that he could.
He thought about long ago when he lived with his father. When he was younger he was in wonderful shape, he remembered being strong and large and full of life. He would take on everything that came his way. He would fight what he could and he would take on anything that came his way. He was adventurous and not only that but he was also very easily angered. When he thought back at these things he thought, why couldn’t he fit into this pride? He had a feeling that he could fit into the pride, he had a feeling that he was a demon. He could feel something inside of him something that was sparked once again, it was something that wanted him to get out there and take on everything that stood in his way of the pride, including him. He was the biggest thing standing in between him and the pride. He was week, dirty and malnourished.
He stared at himself and shook his head. This week, skinny lion was NOT who he was. He was not even sure who this lion was that he was staring at. He didn’t know who he was or where he actually went to. Where was the lion that he used to be? He gave up on all others for a long time and this is where he ended up. He growled anger and moved his foot smashing it down on to the face that was staring at him from the water. He didn’t want to see his face any more until it was no longer skinny and dead looking. He clenched his teeth. He needed something to something to start getting back into the shape he was once he. He was going to do this. He wasn’t about to let himself sit there like that anymore. He wasn’t going to any more, he felt something start to almost bubble in his body. He was angry, very angry and he wanted to do something about it. He wanted to kill something, he wanted to hurt something. Or while he was thinking about he was thinking about it he wanted to eat. He was hungry. He hadn’t felt this feeling in a very long time. He really wanted to eat, so hungry.
He needed to eat and he needed to eat soon, he needed to catch something he needed to get stronger. He had a demon in him that craved the company of the others. That craved him to have the muscle in his body once again. He wanted to be able to join Bele and the other demons very soon. He didn’t want to wait but he knew he had to get into better shape before he joined them. But for now he had a plan in mind. He knew that he was going to do and he knew where he was going to go. Even though he promised himself he would never settle himself into a pride he was going to now. He felt like he fit in and not only did he fit in but it was home and he didn’t hate everyone that surrounded him.
To a point you could say he was happy.
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