Azima wasn't doing much of anything really, and she liked the fact that she wasn't.
It wasn't as if Azima was a particularly busy lioness. She was young, just starting it off on her own but Azima held no fear for what awaited her. She had called the rogue lands home since the day she was born. She had siblings yes, and a loving father and mother. Now that she was completely away from any of them it struck her suddenly that she was alone, and the being alone was making her paranoid.
It was quiet.
She hoped noises would come back. She wanted to hear birds chirp or a twig snap under the pressure of a rabbits foot. She needed to watch a snake slither by, barely even to see it from the corner of her eyes. She was utterly bored and lonely, and it was starting to become painfully such. With a sigh she lowered herself down upon a gray stone. Oh, how she wished she wasn't alone...
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