It had been a rather uneventful night. A fire was set ablaze in the middle of camp, burning brightly as its light danced off of the bodies of several sleeping lions. In the middle of the group sat a lion as black as the night that towered above. He was quiet, contemplative even as his vacant eyes glistened in the fire's gaze. It was this very lion whom had been pushed to take the second watch of the night, he was one of the five mercenaries that had been hired to protect the precious cargo that the caravan had been carrying. He actually didn't particularly care what was in the packages, all that mattered to him was his job, and the thrill if he was actually allowed to kill someone this time. Perhaps... it may have just been time that he needed.
In this frame of mind, the usually hard lined lion looked almost serene in his surroundings.. almost innocent as the braids in his hair fell into his eyes. However, that couldn't be further from the truth. He had gained a reputation in these woods, and among the mercenaries even they knew not to mess with the braided male...
