a maddening || sojourn

[Romulus]

The territory grew cold as the day simmered into the dark. Another day was in the books and was coming to a close as Romulus Malus treaded across the soaked ground. His head hung low. Eyes weary, tired after a long period of work. The Kingpin was busy lately, enough that his mane was unkempt and hanging down onto his face. Needless to say, the lion padded along in hopes of finding a place to rest in his cavern home on the mainland.

With a sigh, he spotted the vine-laden entrance of his den in no time. Home. Romulus found no reason to do anything else in the day, as things seemed to be in order after dealing with Tanglewood's fiasco, and meandered forward, only to pause in his tracks. A rustle in the bushes nearby alerted him and his head shot upwards. Rounded ears perked up curiously, wondering what could have caused the noise. Prey often wandered nearby when the torches in his cave were lit and his home was engulfed in heat, but not often in the dark.

Romulus turned towards the movement. Periwinkle hues moved, but he saw nothing in the darkness, a usual occurrence for the lion. Was his imagination fooling him again? In doubt, claws inched forward in desperation.

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