AzraelArtzRP

War was a horrifying thing. The devastation, the absolute chaos... The mourning. As Alika walked around Daraja, ravaged by the recently lost war, the new adult leopard felt like her head had grown heavy with the weight of the battles now gone. Alika had not fought in the war, not due to any kind of vanity or incapability. Alika was afraid. She was frightened by this place and this pride. She had been since that Royal Guard and a few others met their demise in the fiery lava pools...war had gone and claimed many of their pride. And now their leader was also lost to death, the heir gone into the night, never to be seen again. All this loss... Left her to worry...when she too would be lost. She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to feel this kind of terror or sense of mortality. Alika was too young, she had barely begun to live. So she too would leave. Under the cover of night, Alika left the leaderless pride behind...leaving this graveyard behind. "Is this what you did,