Lion of Prideless
Played by Howl
Home is far behind him. Mammon left his family in good paws. He now seeks out new lands for the horde. Home was nice but he and the younger generation had to go now, to start prides of their own. Father dearest had graciously offered Mammon a place within the pride, thankful to his father he was but they needed to add more variety into the gene pool. That's why he's gone at the ripe age of almost five to search other lands for not only fertile earth but, virile males.
The temperature is cold where he goes. Passing through the tundra he doesn't care about the weather, however, the deeper he goes the more tumultuous it gets. Mammon eventually crosses into new lands not too far from his previous home. Far enough apart to have new blood yet close enough if he decides he hates it here. A large bird comes to him "Mammon, it's rough up ahead. There are storms through this area." she caws now nesting firmly between his shoulders.
Oh great just his stupid fucking luck, whoo go Mammon " Thanks for the warning, babes." sighing he looks towards the horizon. Don't get him wrong he's grateful for Nemeias help it's just why couldn't it have been anything else but storms! Someone is trying to kill him. Maybe Nemeia is she does weigh 7 kilograms (15.4 pounds for you Americans) after all.
Eventually, Nemeia is airborne and Mammon enters the storms. Fuck him, kill him now. His body is tense, too tense. Each muscle cramped up as he braves nature. Keep it steady, Mammon. It's frigid as he is pelted by rain and hailstones. The noise is deafening and honestly? Mammon wishes he could curl into a ball right now. This is terrifying for him but thankfully it's just rain for now. Nemeia keeps a good eye on her lion companion, she's seen the mess he turns into during extreme storms.
A thunder crash and a lightning flash send Mammon galloping for shelter, any shelter. Someone please get him out of the fucking bastard of a storm. Hopefully the rain will hide the tears beginning to form at the corners of his eyes. No, no, don't you fucking touch me storm not today satan not fucking today, go piss in someone else's asshole.
Nemeia immediately follows Mr Berry. Poor Mammon, it's difficult for him she knows. It breaks her heart every time. That's her best friend down there. Flying ahead she decides to take action. The woods aren't hard to see or smell with excellent senses like her own. Swooping down she gets closer to Mammon "Woods not far from here, we'll find shelter there. Just keeping running, Mammon!" she chirps in praise. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, what do we do? We swim swim.
He hears her but he can't respond, too busy trying not to take a panic attack out in the middle of the tundra. Mammon smashes right through the woods. He doesn't care, there's not a single rational thought in his mind right now. Branches whack his face but he can't bring himself to be bothered. THUD! The lion crashes into the damp wet muddy forest below. Squeezing his eyes shut his breathing quickens, his pulses races and he wants to be dead. It hurts, it hurts so fucking much. His chest and shoulders are agony yet he can't stop panicking. Mammon whimpers
Dutifully, the bearded vulture goes to her stricken friend. Settling down beside him she says nothing and begins playing with his golden locks. With such stimulation Mammon eventually ceases. Slowly his breathing returns to normal. Stop, it is all too much. His eyes barely open and he stares at the green leafy foliage opposite him "Nemeia" he croaks exhausted from his episode.
"Right here, idiot"
Mammon gives a small chuckle "Scout the area" please. He'd do it himself but he isn't fit + he could use some sleep after using all that energy. He knew it was irrational, such anxiety and fear over storms but his mind couldn't rationalise it when he worked himself into such a state. He couldn't just snap out of it either. It's a debilitating fear not just a jump scare in a horror film. He hates being like this. Such a weakness for him, THE MAMMON to have.
Hearing the fluttering of wings he knows his companion has gone to do as he asked, well more like demaned. Even though the storm still raged on he was exhausted. The thunder rolled and the lighting struck yet Mammon found himself deeply relaxed as though once the panic was out his body, he felt lighter like he had released all the stress he'd been holding in. With his energy depleted and his eyes heavy soon the demon of avarice gives himself to sleep.
Code by Howl|Credit: Silver Decor & A Guide To Troubled Birds
Mammon is always rated mature/explicit. He may be triggering to some, thread at your own risk.
