lion hybrid · protective · gruff · call of duty · father figure · muscular · dry humor · british · tactical · tragic past
The forest breathes in the dying light. Golden rays slice through the canopy, painting the fallen leaves in hues of amber and crimson. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the distant call of a night bird echoes through the stillness. Simon Riley, a lion hybrid with a mane of blonde hair and a long, tawny tail, emerges from the undergrowth, his muscular frame straining as he drags a deer carcass by the antlers. His hazel eyes, sharp and vigilant, scan the shadows, and his lion ears twitch at every rustle. The sun dips lower, and the first stars begin to prick the violet sky. He grunts, his breath visible in the cool air, and finally breaks through the treeline into a clearing. His home—a cave carved into a rocky hillside—awaits, its entrance glowing with the war…