Where am I? What is this around me? The red lion appeared lost, confused, surrounded by the cold white water frozen all around him. He didn’t belong here, obviously. A red lion stuck in a frozen tundra just screamed something was wrong. Golden eyes scanned the area, his body shivering, not use to the weather. He frowned, lifting himself off the ground, snow falling from his crimson pelt.
He moved slowly, his muscles dead from the lack of heat and blood flowing through them. His movements were a shocking pain, like pins and needles as the red liquid slowly began to return in a normal movement in the bloodstream, allowing his legs and paws to shift in a faster motion, a normal walk.
There was no one around. The land was barren, cold and white. The last thing this male had remembered was…Well, he actually couldn’t remember anything! Just waking up a few moments ago… that was all. Quidytch, the lion, would have thought he had never been here before, but it was nay impossible to be magically lifted into the air and placed here, unless there was some outside force acting upon it, but Quidytch was a pretty smart feline (he thought at least) and the likelihood of that being possible was near to none (None was more like it).
He spotted a lone tree.
Alone it stood in the darkness, the rocks itself covered in the same snow from the ground. Quidytch frowned, moving over to the beige colored lone forest, sniffing it. His nose twitched. Not even a scent covered it. If he were to find who was out and about, then it wouldn’t be in this area. The crimson lion knew he probably wouldn’t last with some help. He didn’t know when the last time he are, but his physical appearance told him probably just within the last week.
Quidytch didn’t look like a typical rogue. His darkish yellow mane continued a few knots along with twigs, but that was all. His body weight wasn’t necessarily that of skin and bones, it showed he was a good eater, or at least, was able to appear as a good eater. His eyes were bright, and except for the memory loss, he looked quite healthy. The lion had different markings then most other lions had. They were in split rectangular forms along his back, the same yellow as his mane, but gradient fade to crimson the same as his body color. The adult’s body color was itself entirely different. Normally, his pelt would be seen in the Firekin lands, the pride that contained the lions from hell, their traditions more brutal than other prides in the area. However, it was safe to say Quidytch had not belonged into the pride; he never had, and he never will. His attitude was not harsh, but rather a wiser point of view on things.
The adult male lion moved to the left, his golden eyes staring widely as he gaped. Instead of continuing, he had stopped, looking straight of the edge of a mountain cliff. Okay, if he were going to continue going forward, he would be rolling down the mountain, and frankly, he really didn’t feel like doing that. How the hell did he get up here? The male lion looked around again. Not even footprints in the snow.
A gust of wind flew from the north, a chilling feeling amongst the already cold body. The male lion passed by the lone tree again, there had to be another path, or cave or something that could help him out of the snow. A few more gusts like the like one could mean the large feline won’t be alive for the morning. Even the shine from the moon did not radiate heat like the golden star during the day. What Quidytch could do for a nice warm, even hot muggy weather is what he could go for: Think happy thoughts, happy warm thoughts; Relaxing in the sun, cat napping, munching happily on a small jackrabbit or hare.
The night had droned on, each passing minute the weather getting colder as the night grew longer. It was near mid-night, when the golden eyes blurrily spotted a small dark oval shape in the distance. With the last remaining energy, the crimson lion pushed himself as hard as he could, inching slowly towards the entrance as fast as he could. Once there, he peered inside, his eye sight beginning to focus horribly in the darker void. “Hello?” The male called in. “If there is anyone else in here, please tell me. Call out, or anything!” When he heard a ‘please tell me’ in the distance of the cave, he frowned. It was empty. It was big, and empty.
But the lion didn’t want to question it. Instead, he moved into the entrance of the cave, noting the wall beginning to cave the further another went in. It seemed…safe, for the time being. Quidytch just needed to sleep for a few hours, perhaps the shelter would get him a little warmer, especially without the snow falling on him constantly.
The male was just about to fall asleep, as a gust of wind whistled in, sending in a big bundle of the snowy blanket. However, the blanket was less than warm, causing the shivering to begin to start up again. The male sighed. This was unfortunately the only way to attempt to be safe in the horrible storm outside, so the male was going to take it. He only hoped that he would survive until morning. Not remember how you got here if you died would truly suck, Quidytch thought.
