Writing Prompt

Aysadi remained by Karoi's side for what felt like hours.

"Are you almost fucking done?" Karoi asked eventually.

Aysadi bat at his nose. "No, I'm not. And stop squirming like a newborn cub."

Karoi groaned. Most of the blood was gone now, but the wounds still stung. Aysadi washed the last two with her tongue before getting up.

"Now you better as hell stay right in your nest for a few days. Beca...

Karoi swiped at the snarling hyenas. They snapped at his paws. One caught his paw in its mouth. He roared and pulled it away. The hyena laughed. Karoi's wounds dripped blood onto the dry ground. The hyena's glowing yellow eyes were the only thing around he could see.

With the scar above his eye dripping blood into it, Karoi spun around and ran. He ran and ran as fast as he could. The hyenas laugh...

(I didn’t do any poem stuff because I am bad at it, LOL. But there is a deeper meaning behind the story)

Brave’s breathes were getting weaker by the minute as the evil beast attacked him. He tried his best, clawing and roaring, but strangely, they were stronger. One of them cackled as the chewed on the bone of an innocent, deceased gazelle. The leader of the hyena clan lunged towards him and pinne...

From many of your viewpoints, this would look like the lion would be defeated, easily right ? But that’s the thing about looks or what meets the eye, they are very deceiving.

The lion could easily take all of the animals out, why?

Because you can tell in his eyes that he wants it’s more.

See it’s not about who you are but what you want to be. The lion is ready to fight for his life because he ...

Thefinal battle...

You’ve tried this before but you still think you can kill me? Last time you lost when you brought along the strongest members of your tribe. They gave it their best shot but they underestimated my determination.

This time it seems you’ve returned and you think you can beat me just in shear numbers. Well, try your best. You’re about my underestimate how tactical I can be.

There’s a reason my tri...

Scar's Narration

Damn it.

Who was I? King of Pride Rock, Fiercest in the Pride Land. Now surrounded by my own army. Now a failure. Now nothing. Just a lion ready to fight. Or die. No one will hear my wrath. No one will care of the feelings of a villain. Certainly.

I had power.

Had.

I did horrible things to get my power. Power that are supposed to be mine.

Supposed.

So I gritted mt teeth, unsheath...