The form of the massive white lion stood out against the dusty bones and death of the elephant graveyard. One might think that his color, or lack there of, would be much harder to see here, that he would blend in amoung the neutral colors that dominated this place of decay. But in fact there was no missing his form, perhaps he seemed to glow, like a ghost or a spirit. Either way it was creepy, the figure was far from inviting, if anything it was terrifying.Truth was, the white demon should have been terrifying, he was evil, malicious, and sadistic. He was always these things, though today perhaps more than usual. He still fumed over the gash in his shoulder, and though it had begun to heal it still forced him to limp; but perhaps that was a smirk on his maw as he thought of the wounds he had inflicted on the blue god in return.
There was only one who would never feel his wrath, the red lioness who was always at his side, the one who he had shared so much with and who meant so much to him. Surely now she must be nearby, perhaps only hidden from view by the white lion's massive form.
