Loren was straight up not having a good time. Not quite sure what the problem was, he'd retreated almost entirely into his newest shift. The bulk and resistance of the lion brought him some small measure of comfort.
Plus, the shift was fundamentally lazy, which tracked with his current mood. He wanted nothing more than to laze about, nap, and try to get some relief from the fog in his mind and the ever present thirst. He would've stayed at the Kraai, but Neron's words kept echoing in the Firebrand's mind: "No lions in the Kraai."
Scars marred his fur, but even so it was clear from the metallic sheen and from his sheer size that he was no normal lion. He ignored the stares of passerby. Instead, tongue lolling out, he stared indirectly at the sun, trying to draw its warmth into him.
His body shivered every now and then, causing his mane to ruffle. Every once in a while, he'd paw at the ground as a shadow spooked him, a growl erupting from his throat. Most of the time, though, he just yawned and lay on the ground, unmoving.
@chulane
Plus, the shift was fundamentally lazy, which tracked with his current mood. He wanted nothing more than to laze about, nap, and try to get some relief from the fog in his mind and the ever present thirst. He would've stayed at the Kraai, but Neron's words kept echoing in the Firebrand's mind: "No lions in the Kraai."
Scars marred his fur, but even so it was clear from the metallic sheen and from his sheer size that he was no normal lion. He ignored the stares of passerby. Instead, tongue lolling out, he stared indirectly at the sun, trying to draw its warmth into him.
His body shivered every now and then, causing his mane to ruffle. Every once in a while, he'd paw at the ground as a shadow spooked him, a growl erupting from his throat. Most of the time, though, he just yawned and lay on the ground, unmoving.
@chulane
