Blue skies, sun high and an all to perfect day lead the lion to his doom. He had been told there was a pride around here, told that he'd be well accepted and smiled upon due to his pelt. Since he hadn't the foggiest what he was going to do with his life he decided that this purpose was as good as any, perhaps he could even help out? He didn't have many notable traits, but he was charismatic and willing to learn!
As he entered the bushy growth of the Navi pride he looked to the skies, that were disappearing between the tree tops and noticed that the sky had taken a darker turn. This alarmed him slightly, but not to much. Storms happened and the trees themselves would likely protect him for the majority of the time. So still, he continued pressing forward.
Then the wind picked up. Now Miujiza was actively peering to the skies and even looking to tree tops. He paused in his step - eyes staring ahead now. The trees were beginning to swing back and forth - rains were pouring down and he was aware now that there was no such thing as protection. Was he sure this was the place he wanted to be? That question would likely haunt him for a lifetime, if he made it out of this alive.
Run forward. Or.. run back?
The questions were ringing loudly, a voice in his head told him to turn back. Instead he ignored this reasonable request and began to move forward. His argument was that if this was happening, perhaps there were others that needed help?
Then the first strike of pain. A rock had dislodged itself from a nearly hill and came crashing towards him, there was no making it out of the way. He did try and so the only limb effected was a hind leg. He roared out in pain as the rock successfully cracked his bones. That was strike one. Strike two made itself present as a tree began to fall - he looked up in time to see the top tilting hi way.. had he been looking close enough he would have discovered the hut of a lion. Alas he hadn't been.
The tree struck his lower half, not entirely catching his pine and narrowly missing his chest. Still it knocked the wind out of him and he couldn't make a peep - fortunately the tree moved enough that he was able to get free and barely limp his way to what he had considered shelter. By now he had scratches forming and blood dripping to darken his pelt. He was drenched and in a tremendous amount of pain.
The last straw was another tree - it began to fall, yet again he was made to move as quickly as he could on a limb that just wouldn't give and hips that could potentially be broken. Successfully he made the dodge - the tree wasn't done with him yet though and unbeknownst to him the tree had begun a short rolling path that struck out his paws from beneath him and upon falling he struck his head hard enough to leave him unconscious.
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