KrevLion

"Since I was a cub, I could remember small snippets of my past lives. This may sound odd, but I believe that when an animal dies, it is reincarnated into something greater or weaker, depending on how it has lived its life. For example, many centuries ago I was a proud wolf, an alpha in fact, but my pride always got in the way, and one day I nearly led my pack to its death. I had started a Great War that would only end in bloodshed. So I appointed a beta and immediately went to war. When I saw my brethren fall around me I knew I had to end it. So I attacked the other leader, but as we fought, it was clear that I had the upper hand. I could hav

After training with Imo for a few years Krev's body had changed substantially. When he had first arrived he had been nothing more than a scrawny, beat up teen who could barely hunt, let alone walk in the rocky, mountain terrain. His soft paws would constantly get cut on the soft stones, and his heavy white fur weighed him down as his red mane swept in front of his face and obscured his vision. Now he was the picture of a perfect king. His red mane was still thick, but rather then getting in his face, it was swept back over the top of his head, showing his mismatched eyes to anyone that dared look into them. His build had also become thicker a

A few weeks later, Krev found himself in a barren mountain landscape. He was padding gently beside a fast flowing river that was fed by a waterfall a little ways back. Its soft surface gurgled with unknown pleasure, blissfully unaware of the battle that raged within the young lion. He hadn't eaten for days, because the only prey he could find were small mountain cats and eagles; both of which he had no idea how to even attempt to hunt, and were much too fast and dangerous for him in his weakened state. He stopped to watch the water flow past for a few more moments before bending his head to drink. Just before his rough, pink tongue touched t

He couldn't stand it anymore. All the bloodshed, the pain, what was it all for? The white lion’s pelt was riddled with gashes and bruises; his once pure white fur matted with blood from his training. His own blood red mane sickened him as he looked at the blood around him and all the days he had spent cleaning his wounds, the metallic taste in his mouth making him gag. Nairu had warned him about the West but he hadn't listened. All of this had been to get revenge on the only lion that had ever harmed her. He was furiously protective of his family, which had made him blind to all the things around him. Nairu, I promise Ill return, and I