A white blur ran through the darkness, the thunder mumbled through the dark sky. Lightning cracked over head, rain began to pour down onto the earth. But that did not stop the white lioness, she had to get to the river. She would be safe there. In her jaws was a carrying bag given to the beautiful lioness, she never thought she would need it till now. Inside was the future of the lands, tiny cubs that were held in the leather. It swayed as she ran but she had it firmly locked in her jaws. She needed to keep running, or they would get her.
She could hear them, or maybe that was her heart pounding against her chest. She leaped over the tall dark grass, almost there, almost there. She could see the river in the distance, more lightning shattered through the sky, making her heart leap. She thought about her followers behind her, they had killed her beloved for what? A cub? She would die than let the cubs die even if one was...
A roar echoed behind her, they were catching up. She never been so far off, from her home. But she knew that the river was close.
She skidded as she reached the edge.
The river was bigger than she though with jagged rocks, how deep was the river? She could take the risk or not...
woooo me and DW's picture roleplay series is beginning woot woot.
White lioness (Zuria) belongs to me