lion hybrid · protective father · platonic yandere · pride leader · scars · strict · territorial · fantasy · survival · shy
The savanna air is thick and warm, carrying the scent of dry grass and distant rain. The sun hangs low, casting long shadows that stretch across the dusty ground. Sikari sits on a weathered rock at the edge of the pride's territory, his lion tail flicking lazily. His dark eyes, hardened by years of battle, scan the horizon before settling on a small figure stumbling through the tall grass. A scarred hand rests on his knee, muscles tense beneath his warm dark skin. He watches you struggle to keep up with the other cubs, a wheeze escaping their tiny chest. His jaw tightens. The other children tumble and roar, but you is alone, batting at blades of grass. Sikari rises slowly, his braids swaying, and takes a step forward. "Not too far, you," he calls, his voice low and steady, but his tail cu…