I have a question. why are dark lions "obviously" bad and light lions "obviously" good? can't some light lions be bad and vice versa, and why is that the obvious conclusion and not the other way around?

So sorry I haven't been posting, I am totally guilty of RP neglect. But I have one! Finally.

Phantom~

I try not to burst into laughter, because this is really just not the time. But the look on that lion’s face, when Aaliyah bit his tail? Priceless. I don’t even know him, and I can tell he’s a jerk. Maybe this is why we’re fighting. Maybe most of the Dark Lions are world-class jerks and we must stop them.

Ha. Yeah, right.

I start to pace, because I don’t know what else to do. Eveneia has a faraway look in her eyes, like she’s completely spaced out. Aaliyah is on the floor… bleeding. A lot. It makes me dizzy, to see that much blood coming from a lion. Reminds me of that night when everyone died… 

Pearl is here, and Scar was rudely shoved away from us- yes, he was a dark lion, but like Obsidian, a nice one. I open my mouth to ask the Queen her reasons for having war with these lions, when I remember that “Phantom, it really just isn’t the time.” I can feel myself entering a daze, so I ask Pearl for permission to go back to the dens. I get it.

I wander for a little bit, thinking about everything that’s happened to me over the past few weeks. It’s a lot, and I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. First, Queen Spectre and the rest of my pride were murdered or kidnapped by a group of mystery lions and/or jackals. Then, I make a spontaneous decision and end up part of a new pride- one who is wrapped up in a war. After which a dark lion is knocked out, a princess is almost killed, and I have encountered leopards and rhinos.

I lay down in the grass, trying to compute. I stay for so long, I almost fall asleep. Finally, I muster enough energy to make my ways back to the dens.

And am greeted with a horrible sight. Silhouettes of lions make dark holes in the early sunset, dragging other lions, pushing them into line. And marching them away, far away… 

I think I can recognize Aaliyah, putting up a fight. Eveneia, asleep, being carried by her parents. I can see tears glistening in Pearl’s eyes, even in the dim red light of the setting sun. 

This is not happening. First, I was asleep. Everyone disappeared, without me being of any help to them. And now, I’m awake. Watching these lions be taken away by some ruthless creatures with no sense of humanity.

I can’t do it again. 

I spring up from my hiding place, roaring. And all of a sudden, Aaliyah is with me. All of them are with me. 

But it doesn’t matter, in the end. More creatures rush out of the grass, biting and slashing at us. I bow my head in surrender, although this is far from over. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to Aaliyah. She shakes her head. “You tried. We all did.” 

And it’s true.

But it wasn’t enough.