Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2020 5:45:41 GMT
It had felt like a lifetime since he had wandered these lands. Malka could recall a time when times were far more simple, when he had gotten lost there in the Pridelands as a cub.
He still remembered those times like it was yesterday. He had scared off some hyenas and impressed the late Mufasa, such memories bringing a twinge of pain to his heart. The black maned male felt a sense of loss for the lion who had been like a second father to him. Mufasa had shown him a kindness he never would have been able to repay, and to know he was now gone felt like a blow to his transition into his new home. Granted, it had taken a lot of convincing and proving he really was that little cub who had gotten lost, and that he had meant no harm. Not everyone exactly trusted him which was to be expected.
But, Malka couldn’t just let that deter him. He had to become familiar with his new home now, be able to memorize and know where to go in times of crisis or emergency. With how large the Pridelands were it could be easy to lose one’s way, not just having a terrible sense of direction would do that.
As Malka took an early morning walk, that was exactly what he was doing. His dark brown eyes scanned over the land, noting landmarks as he moved across the territory. It would be easier to recall certain ones and know what location was associated with what far easier that way. “Lets see...” After some time of walking, the unusually short male lion came to a pause on the dirt path, gazing left and right to take in the scenery. It was a large grove, and from what he had seen acacia trees dominated this land. ‘That’s something to note. No where else in the Pridelands has this many.’ He thought to himself, going through his mental map to make the connections between some of the major points.
But it was only then did Malka become distracted by the faintest of sounds, making his fur bristle and turn on the spot to see the source of the disturbance.
He still remembered those times like it was yesterday. He had scared off some hyenas and impressed the late Mufasa, such memories bringing a twinge of pain to his heart. The black maned male felt a sense of loss for the lion who had been like a second father to him. Mufasa had shown him a kindness he never would have been able to repay, and to know he was now gone felt like a blow to his transition into his new home. Granted, it had taken a lot of convincing and proving he really was that little cub who had gotten lost, and that he had meant no harm. Not everyone exactly trusted him which was to be expected.
But, Malka couldn’t just let that deter him. He had to become familiar with his new home now, be able to memorize and know where to go in times of crisis or emergency. With how large the Pridelands were it could be easy to lose one’s way, not just having a terrible sense of direction would do that.
As Malka took an early morning walk, that was exactly what he was doing. His dark brown eyes scanned over the land, noting landmarks as he moved across the territory. It would be easier to recall certain ones and know what location was associated with what far easier that way. “Lets see...” After some time of walking, the unusually short male lion came to a pause on the dirt path, gazing left and right to take in the scenery. It was a large grove, and from what he had seen acacia trees dominated this land. ‘That’s something to note. No where else in the Pridelands has this many.’ He thought to himself, going through his mental map to make the connections between some of the major points.
But it was only then did Malka become distracted by the faintest of sounds, making his fur bristle and turn on the spot to see the source of the disturbance.
