He'd be lying if he said she'd not drawn his eye from the moment he'd seen her. The born Pride-lander had come to the demons, knowing what was in his heart, and there she was. Beautiful as the sunset, and more glorious than the heart of the volcano. Okay, so he was a bit of a sap, and a waxing poetic when it came to her, but the larger male couldn't help himself. Here they were, wandering the rogue lands in search of a new home, and all he could do was bring himself towards her and rumble softly, low in his chest, before offering an almost trademark cocky smirk.
"Hakuna'jina. Sorry if I interrupted, but I had to say, you are gorgeous." Okay, so maybe the poetic thing was only in his head. On the outside, the young male was all bravado and pride, an ego the size of a damn elephant, "Been a while I've wanted to talk to you, but y'know. You're one of the pride leaders. Seemed kinda rude. You hungry?" Because he knew he could get her something to eat, if she desired it.
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