Hello, hello, hello! Ladies and gentlemen, sorry for being absent for such a long time but I have been thinking about where Bonded Souls will go.
While in the mist of working on the next chapter of Bonded Souls, a new idea for a story about the beginning of the Pridelands came to.
Without further ado here's the first part of Paralyzed. Please no flames but submitted OCs and reviews are appreciated. Enjoy.
Part One-Bethroled
The sun was setting, casting multiple colors of orange purple across the darkening sky. A pair of bluish eyes glowed from behind some gathering fog before the appearance of a orange beige lion exited the thick, misty cloud.
"I am glad you received my message, old friend." purred a russet brown lion as he leapt over a small pond before shaking some grit from his dark red-brown mane.
The orange beige lion narrowed his eyes. "I came because your pride ruin yet another hunt. You know the laws, Nagid."
Nagid nodded taking interest in a lone yellow flower before moving his red eyes to the male in front of him. "I know the law but we also made a deal, Amell. That your daughter will marry my son."
Amell glared at his old friend before baring his teeth. "She's only a teenager. A year, she's not ready to bare cubs!"
Nagid waved a tan paw in dismissal. "Puh! I had more than one year old mistresses. You should try it...perhaps you could have a more reliable heir. Than the daughter you have from that the old hag."
Amell growled cutting the russet brown lion laughter short. "Moria was a big support after the war with the rogues. She was a good friend who offered to give me a heir. I will not...ternish her memory by mating with another to succeed in a male heir."
"Then you have no choice." Nagid sneered. "Your daughter will marry my son in a week." Nagid turned to head back to his patch of domain. "My son knows his responsibility. Does your daughter?"
"Of course!" Amell sneered.
"Good. Because I want let my this insanely rule happen. If it comes to it, we'll fight for priderock and you'll have to deal with another war." Nagid improvised his intentions by stomping on the yellow flower he was eyeing earlier.
Amell sighed heavily. He knew what had to be done, even if he was against it.
...X...
Princess Yennefer sat by the peak of priderock, the kopje that everyone said her late mother titled along with the kingdom she will one day rule. The goldish-tan teen lioness was looking out into the darkness that covered the Pridelands in a dark blanket.
She was waiting for her father to return. She had joined the evening hunt and succeed in a taking down a kill. She wanted to show her father how much she's getting good at hunting but the other lionesses and her best friend, Kalo told her that the king hadn't returned yet from his rounds.
That was hours ago, the sun had completely fallen behind the horizon and now dozens of twinkling stars dotted the once sapphire sky.
"Yen, what are you doing out here so late?"
The familiar deep voice caused the princess to be knocked out of her trance before turning her greenish-blue eyes on the large figure standing by the stoned slope.
"Daddy!" Yennefer smiled before standing and rushing over to embrace her father. Buring her head in his massive grown dark brown mane. "I was waiting for you. I have some good news..."
Yennefer stopped at the at of place look on her father's face.
"Daddy, is there something wrong?" when Amell didn't respond, Yennefer grew more concerned. "Did something happen with the North pride?"
Amell snapped out of his own trance before looking down at his daughter from him being much taller, and bulkier. "It's nothing to worry about at the moment. We'll speak in the morning. You can join me for morning rounds. How does that sound?"
Yennefer was more than confused but nodded anyway before following the king into the cave for the night.
