Lucien,
Lion of Junior Member
Played by Gunner
lucien hanover


Lucien had decided to take the day to venture from the Steppe, wantin' to see what other types of land inhabited Aesseldar. He hadn't been here too long, several days at the most, and all of them had been busy with him goin' over every foot of the flatland. It was his comfort, a security blanket of sorts. But he knew he wouldn't be able to stay there forever without takin' a look 'round the rest of this expanse of the unknown. So, he went forth. The dun man took his time with it, too, observin' all the scenery had to offer. And while he ventured would the winds begin to pick up, whistlin' growing ever so gradually louder until it was a constant gust of wind rufflin' his thick mane. Ears pricked forward as skull tilted toward the sky, golden eyes watchin' clouds roll on in a fast pace. Brows would furrow at the realization that a storm was a brewin' and there was no way he'd be able to make it back to Roskurr Steppe before it made its grand appearance.

Great.

Clouds would unleash their wraith, a downpour of rain beatin' relentlessly against the land, and with it the goliath of a lion. Grumbles and grunts would come from his chest, all obvious signs that Lucien was indeed not thrilled that he was now soaked to the bone. Black mane would become drenched, stickin' to his body and seemin' to become heavier with how it held in whatever water didn't roll off it. Golden hide was a darker shade from the rain, and large paws hit muddied ground and causin' for it to splatter on all four legs and his underbelly. Lucien knew rain was a good thing, but it wasn't at this particular moment when he had nowhere to escape it except a rather menacin' lookin' forest. But it was all he could see to use for shelter, so the lion headed right for it.

He'd push past from brush roughly, inky lips pulled into a thin line. The thickness of the trees above gave him quite a bit of refuge, but rain would still find its way through and land on him. It was better than the wide open, though. His gait would slow down slightly, yellow eyes flickerin' here and there to find some sort of overhang or cave to get under or into to begin the long process of tryin' to get himself dried off. But nothin' was comin' to view, so Lucien would continue on, passin' a large tree trunk, one that seemed to be way beyond his and his pa's and maybe even his grandpappy's years.

"SPEECH."

table by ferus, art by driftyworks


@Arsynia