Only we can change our lives. No one can do it for us.

[This Land]

"I'm lying here, watching the world go by....and that's it, whats more to say ? That's Life ? I could be on a quest given by my father to find the wisest animal in the lands to cure my dying mother. I could be on a personal mission to find my long lost older brother who is the only one to give us hope for our future. I could of just finished an epic battle of dominance and i was victorious as my rival whimpered away with his tail between his legs. I could be a lovesick lion, yearning for his one true love.
But I'm just lying here, watching the world go by. Sometimes it's just what it is, doesn't mean I'm bored but it doesn't mean I'm exactly full of adrenaline either. All these old tales I have heard from past generations and I'm slumped on this rock with the lovely after taste of my latest meal still dancing on my tongue. Yep ! that's as exciting as it's got for me...when its food time.
Thing is - exciting quests, missions or battles just sometimes are not written in our lives, we can easily just sail through life without a problem if that's whats in line for us. Hmmm, Unless we write it ourselves..."

"OOOF !" Sheek's thoughts were distracted as he accidentally rolled off the rock he had gotten comfortable on. He rose up on all fours and stretched out his body, slicing his claws through the dirt at the same time. He shook his head and shoulders to get some air through his mane and get the blood flowing to snap himself out of his little doze.

He looked out to the distance with a smile.
"I wonder where the word 'write' comes from" he pondered in thought
"I don't even know exactly what writing is....but somehow its to do with controlling what I choose to say and do in my life..."he continued then paused.
"I want to 'Live'"

Sheek Started padding along, heading for the waterhole nearby.

[cheezeegriff]

Jono saw the lion coming a mile away - that was one of his gifts, an extensive eyesight. From his position on the large bow of an acacia tree he watched as it drew ever closer. That old feeling of bitter resentment rose within him - full blooded lions were rarely accepting of a mixed blood like himself. Subtly he shifted so as to hide the leopard spots on his limbs. When the figure was in range he yelled down, "Go away, lion. This is my watering hole. I won't share with you."

[This Land]

"Go away, lion. This is my watering hole. I won't share with you."

Sheek directed his attention to the source of the voice, A reddish brown Lion with a messy black mane perched on the tree. He looked like in his adolescent ages, so Sheek thought to cut him some slack rather then cause a situation. Even though a situation may give him a little excitement in his life, he had just eaten, belly was full and was still in a lazy state of mind, and wanted water more then anything right now.

"Your waterhole?" he scoffed
"I don't mean to offend or cause trouble, just need a few laps and I'll be on my way, no hard feelings plus no unnecessary drama"

Sheek cracked a faint smile to try and release some tension between themselves.