Léon

THE ONE WHO RAN

the first monarch

the grasslands had an unusual chill. and yet with his yearling limbs aching from growth, and red eyes shining in the night. nothing could compare to the feeling of the cuts on his fur and the blood dripping from his mouth.

as his limbs shook and he glanced up with a groan in his throat. he thought the stars in the sky sparkled once again, like they had when he was young.