With so many moon cycles passing, he had been living in that cove since the day he reached the shore line. Greeted by that mysterious red female, he had not seen her face again. He hardly gotten her name out of her which was unusual for him, however, he cannot force one to reveal their name unless they wish it. As the days passed on, he waited upon his pedestal for her return. Night after night, rogues and vagabonds would enter his cove, spend the night and leave. Not one had offered to get to know him but just his name. Wolves. Lions. Leopards. Cheetahs. Hyenas. Even a flock of birds from time to time. Their presence was nice for a while, but when they left, it was as if they were not there.
Alone in his cove, his secrets were safe. He looked forward to each day awaiting for many of things. More vagabonds to welcome their company. His beloved siblings' visits, though they have became fewer and fewer... And lastly is that female's return. That red female who was so put off with him making his home here, though as much as she resisted his presence on "her shore", he had not seen her since... he often wondered where that female went.
Yawning loudly in a loud, baritone roar like yawn, he jumped down from the highest stone pedestal with a thud and continued to go outside. The morning sun was refreshing to the cold night of sea breeze, but with so much fur and mass, he could keep him warm and another.
"I suppose it is a good time for a quick run..." The impossibly massive lion spoke as he started to jog up the shoreline. Though he was above the average size of most lions, one would think it a blessing. He thought it more of a curse, among other things. The staring eyes. The murmurs of gossip. He avoided it all by hiding here. His helpful heart will be for those whom he stumbles upon rather than those who just wanted to peer at his body.
