The large male growled as he moved over the landscape, just in case any threats were nearby that might have wanted to challenge him. He had left his former home some time ago, but the memory of their order had not faded from his mind. He had lived in a territory teeming with large, strong males, all of whom liked to fight just to see who was the strongest. They were not a pride, they did not function together, but they had collected in the same area for the sole purpose of battle. Death and decay had become the regular decoration for the dry, desolate lands, with bones of fallen lions as common as rocks on the earth. It was a land Bomvu had grown up in, turning him into an impressive, cold fighter who could kill even another lion without batting an eyelash. They didn't even need a reason to die- he would kill just because he felt like it. That was how he had been raised. Kill, or be killed. literally, that was how he had spent most of his life. Being a cub in such a place had not been easy. Damn his cold, heartless mother for abandoning him and his siblings in such a place. Of six cubs, only he and his sister had managed to live past their first two years. Everyone else, the family he had known, had been picked off by stronger lions.
He did not feel grief leaving that land behind him, as his sister before him had done. Where he would go, he wasn't sure, but he had grown tired of the warriors faulty way of living and wished for something... more.
If such a thing were even out there.
As he moved over the ground, he spotted a huge green male not too far from his. His massive fluff and bulky body made him look like a very formidable foe. Still, despite the clear size of the warrior, he didn't seem to have any scars on him. Was he really so strong that he didn't have any evidence of his previous fights? No one had been able to leave him with any kind of lasting marks? He certainly didn't look like he was feeling very threatened, even as his eyes turned to meet Bomvu's gaze. Instead of leaping up or charging at him, the massive lion offered him a smile.
This confused Bomvu.
"Hello over there!" Laughed the beast of a lion, his large size even imposing to Bomvu, who was no small lion himself, "if you're looking for a place to rest, you're welcome over here! I have just had dinner, too, so there's plenty of leftovers if you're hungry!" He continued to smile, and Bomvu, guarded, frowned at him in return.
"Is this some kind of trap? Are you going to attack me when I try to eat? I'm perfectly capable of hunting- you will not lure me into your scheme with something as small as some spare meat. If you're looking for a fight, just face me head on, like a male!" The large green lion laughed in response.
"Oh, no no! I don't believe in fighting. I'm merely offering you some food and a place to rest if you're looking for it. You seem weary, so it might be good for you to rest your bones for a while. But I won't push you, of course! My name is Mito. I promise I mean you no harm."
"Mito... I have heard that name. You are known as being a very kind lion," Bomvu replied, "I didn't think you were real."
"As real as they come! You couldn't pass all this fat for fantasy, now could you?" The cheery male laughed lightly. Sighing, Bomvu moved over to the other, sitting himself down nearby. Admittedly, he was tired from a long walk, and the idea of meat was appealing, especially when he wouldn't have to waste the energy hunting it. So he accepted the meal, while Mito smiled and allowed him to eat without a fuss. He really had offered it to him from the goodness of his heart. Strange fellow.
"So, what brings you around these parts?" Mito asked, "I haven't seen you before, so I have to wonder. No need to answer if you don't want to, though."
"i decided to leave the land I grew up in to try and find a better home. I realized that battle might not be the only thing in the world for me, but it was the only thing that mattered where I lived, so I couldn't stay."
"Battle is so harsh, I dislike it," Mito sighed, "it's very happy that you decided to get away from that kind of life! Might I suggest finding yourself a pride to settle down into? Actually, the pridelands are nearby, and that pride might be just the sort of thing you're looking for. It's peaceful and well managed, and everyone there is very nice."
"Is it your pride?" asked the large lion, sure anyone would just talk about their own home, even if it wasn't actually all that great. He had been told prides were not worth anything but more trouble, but perhaps that was also part of the world he needed to put behind him.
"No, I'm a roaming by heart. No home for me. But I do know about a lot of the prides from my travels. The pridelands seems like a good place for you to see a completely different side of the world. of course, there's no obligation. I just thought it might be something worth checking out, even if it doesn't work out in the end." He smiled and Bomvu managed to smile back.
Well, maybe he was so bad... he seemed to know what he was talking about, anyway. "I'll look into it," Bomvu replied, though he wasn't normally one to take anything anyone else had to say to heart. There was just something about Mito that made him seem very sincere. Bomvu could not deny that this was the real Mito he had heard about- one of the kindest males in the rogue lands.
A father to all, they called him.
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