Rogue life is good

[twistedlion2003]

As the sun beam down on the land below and birds flew high in the sky. A lion sat there. He had a jet black mane that could of been mistaken for clump of stylized oil, dark yellow fur like he walked through a field of flowers and he got caught in the middle of a pollen explosion, blood shot eyes , pink nose as bright as new torn flesh , scar across his left leg that he limps on. He watched the antelope bounce seamlessly through the grounds like they unaware of the danger close by.

[cheezeegriff]

Figgy had been strolling through the savannah when he spotted something… black and yellow. “How very curious,” he said to himself, and trotted a little closer, making sure to stay upwind. He wasn’t a very stealthy lion, so he didn’t bother to crouch or hide, but thankfully the grass was long and mostly hid his roly-poly body.
Figgy wasn’t like most other lions. He was big and round, like a bear. Strips of grass hung from his mane and the goatee on his chin. They matched his green eyes. His fur was a ruddy brown except for his enormous belly, which was cream-coloured. Despite his size he managed to creep into an easy earshot, then casually said, “Hello, stranger,” grinning at his own cleverness for being able to creep so close.

[twistedlion2003]

Kiroho let out a quite grunt as as he turned to plump lion, his eyes lack on to the extra piece of hair on his chin before crunching up his face in disgust as he found it unnatural. As his face unscrewed itself he let out a loud sigh, forcing himself to put on a friendly smile he stood up slowly before leaning heavily on his right leg since the pain on left was hurting worse than usual. "Hello" he said clearly forcing out a friendly tone as struggle to remain balanced as looked behind him watch the antelope stood to graze the grass. As his stomach rumbled he waited for the larger lion to give his small talk

[cheezeegriff]

Figgy did his best to ignore the look of disgust. “You ok?” He said, looking down at the lion’s wound. “I can help with that, if you like.”

[twistedlion2003]

Kiroho gave a disapproving grunt as he tried to drag his dead weight legs through the healthy shamrock coloured grass, his bloodshot eyes met with the overweight lion "I'm fine just feeling the after effects of getting a meal as rogue" he explained dryly as sand was stuck in the back of his throat before his back legs collapsed in a instance making kiroho look like he'd bow to Figgy feet

[cheezeegriff]

“Eh, you sure?” Figgy said, cocking his head. “Not every day people bow to me.”

Figgy waddled closer, looking this rogue up and down, his big nose sniffing furiously. “You haven’t eaten in a while, eh? How ‘bout you come with me? I can spare a meal or two. I’m Figgy, by the way. I suppose I’m a rogue, too.” He raised his head above the grass, squinting in the sunlight, trying to judge the distance back to his home.

“Hey, can you walk? Or should I carry you? Here,” he stood beside the sick and injured lion. “Lean on me if you like. I have a den nearby. It’s pretty awesome. You can use it for a bit if you want.”

[twistedlion2003]

Kiroho gently turned on to his back pondered on a cloud for a mere moment as he ripled through his thoughts pondering on something.He could swear the was a face in the cloud gaving him baleful glance. The scent of grass filled his nose gaving him a blissful calmness,  He watched as flock of marabou stork with its  bare head and neck, black back, and white underparts. It has a huge bill, a pink gular sac at its throat  a neck ruff, and black legs and wings flew past him.

He grunted "i would be unwise not to accept your help in my current state rogue, doesnt mean i accept you as a equal since in my youth a was a champion fighter" he stomach protested violently as it grumbled

[cheezeegriff]

"Well okay then!" Figgy said, incredulous. That wasn't how he would have responded if he was injured and sick, and needed help. Especially not after bowing "Anyway. Up you get..."

He led the injured lion down to a running river, though there was a copse of tall trees growing on the bank near where it curved. Into the bank there was a hole big enough for the both of them to enter side-by-side, and twice as tall besides.

"This is my home," Figgy said, his voice echoing. Inside it was dark, though as his eyes adjusted, he made out the familiar sight of his home. Roots of the trees above dangled from the ceiling. The walls were tall and made of stone, and the far side was a few dozen paces away, at least. Everywhere on the ground was covered in bones of previous meals, though some Figgy had tied together with vines or roots in lifelike poses. Here a zebra rose on its back legs. There, a gazelle stood grazing. And in the corner stood a buffalo. All of them illuminated with the light of a thousand green glow worms nestled among the roots above.

"Have a seat over here," Figgy said, leading Kiroho to a high point where the ground was dryest and Figgy had made himself a bed of hay. "I'll be back with food in a moment." With that he turned and trotted away, into another gap at the back of the cave where he kept his stash of meat.

Within a few moments he was back with the rear leg of a gemsbok, which he dropped at Kiroho's feet. "Dig in!" he added cheerfully.