Nazario,
Lion of Prideless
Played by Howl
He trudges on forever seeking a new home. His family are but a speck in the universe. His brow furrows lost in thought, thinking of what could happen if they found his brother. Hopefully, he found a place far away from them and Nazario. The horde shall follow Naza eventually and it would be gruesome if is his twin got caught in it. They haven't came for peace, empires never do. Quicken his paces he settles into a nice rhythm. Finding new land wasn't easy but the Salazar always persevere. Nazario focus is drawn back to the task at hand, unfortunately, he cannot worry about his twin anymore they will have to find their way. As the sun goes down he reaches the edge of his homeland, the heat dissipates and he is left with nothing but coldness and the eldritch light of the moon. With the light of the moon, his coat practically glows. It's almost ethereal. Pausing briefly he decides ultimately to head northwest. Let us see what you have in offer!

Many days go by and nothing. He has found nothing. Well nothing of value, everything has been too cold not hot enough, no deserts yet. Would the universe please give up its secrets, grazie, Nazario. With each day comes a night and Nazario dreads sleep. The lion hadn't packed enough herbs to be able to sleep through. This night is no different as he moans and groans sweating in his sleep and with a scream, he is awake once again. Gulping in oxygen like it's the drug he needs Nazario stills if only for a moment. He can't keep doing this. Oh, the horrors he has witnessed yet he must keep it quiet. Not a word shall be spoken for blood will spill. Getting up the male wobbles still haunted after all these years. A sigh fills the night, the only comfort some crickets chirping. Well better get moving nothing but skeletons if he rests.

Continuing his journey he is exhausted as he's enters the steppe. He knows not what this place is called but its interesting. Ignoring the mountains he spies a swamp and is that desert over there? He can barely make it out just a little colour change on the horizon. Ah it's probably nothing but he finds his feet are already taking him towards the possible mirage. Just a few more hours and he'll know for certain if it's what he's been looking for all this time. The lion is weary, he feels like a zebra being dragged by a crocodile. Just at least let him find the sleeping herbs because he really needs them. He hasn't slept right for a week now. Apparently these lands wanted him to pay in his sanity.

Reaching the waste Nazario finds relief in the dusty red rocks, the warming sun and the occasional tumbleweed. He's used to different but it's not that far off from home. Yes they would be coming here. The lands have areas for him and his ilk. He scout's the area a little more making sure there was indeed places of shade and the like. Happy with his furough inspection he lays on an outcrop. Pleased with his selection he feels a little proud of himself but he still had far more to scout, like the locals. If they tried to drive him out he would take them by force. If he cannot be loved then he shall be feared!