Odyssey of Vanitas the lion
Year 0
It is the wet season in the West African region. We followed a recently reformed pride group with the alpha male nicknamed Eraqus. The former alpha male, we called Xehanort, died defending his territory from Eraqus. Before the leadership takeover, a lone lioness left the main group for isolated birth to a uniquely color cub. This cub display more of a black pattern compare to most lions. We dubbed the cub, 'Vanitas'.
The rest of the pride celebrates the offsprings of Eraqus. One lioness moves with her litter of cubs except one. This cub seems to be the runt of the litter. Lioness will lick several times to rouse up their children to begin feeding. However, if cubs fail to feed, she will move on to let it die. A survival instinct to ensure the stronger offsprings gets as much nourishment as possible before the dry season. The lone lioness and Vanitas has arrived to the pack. We see Vanitas moving to the runt.
Vanitas POV
I spotted this little runt alone. He looked so weak and pitiful. No other lion wanted to help. I could hear him sobbing, it was making me mad. So I took care of it.
"*sniff sniff* mommy… mommy," cried the lone cub.
*clomp* I bit some skin on his neck region. Damn, he is light. Lifting him off the ground was no problem, now to bring him to mom. His sniffling changed.
"Mommy?" the runt asked.
"*mumble words* I'm not your mom", I focused on locating the real mom. I need to get there soon.
The runt kept on asking more questions, "daddy?" Though, single words aren't true questions. Finally, I spotted my mom napping by the acacia tree. I spit out him out of my mouth and next to the feeding spot. I nudged him to the pink duct for food. My mom didn't care there was a new cub with us .Before he began feeding, he said something shocking. "Big bro", two words I didn't expect. As the only child from my mother, I had no other siblings. 'Big bro' has a nice sound to it. I'll let him call me that. The runt was happily sucking on the teat and leaking some milk on his jaw. I felt hungry now, so I did the same thing as the runt and began sucking a duct.
Narrator
Remarkable, as we just witness firsthand of Vanitas helping out the runt that would of died naturally. Because of this bizarre act, we will call the cub 'Ventus'. Without Vanitas, surely Ventus would have died in matters of hours from malnourishment. Join us next time as follow these two special lion cubs, Vanitas and Ventus.