burn out in the night- appearance / intro

[align=center][align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: times new roman; color: black;"]Another approacher. His blooded eyes shifted a bit as another came through the jungle, his ears twitching a bit. Bone teeth clattered for a moment, as if a smile was tugged across his ears. Look at this fellow, wouldn't you? Something green, something black. A vision of plague, as one would relate the color of green to sickness. But also a vision of proceeding, because Primus knew very well the child before him was nothing more then lunch on any other day. The lion shifted his step, watching the male take a.. rather aggressive stance.

To that, Primus chuckled.

"You're rather on edge, aren't you?" Primus responded to him asking to sit. No, Primus would not sit. He wasn't a fool, of course. Letting his guard down, revealing his chest and belly to an enemy- for he posed himself that way- and letting that wall down, once again? Both familiar to death, Primus was sure Caustic could relate the reason back if he knew it so. But for a moment, that grin, which was only implied with his eyebrows and slightly tightened eyes, for those teeth of his never moved, disappeared. His eyes narrowed instead, reading his stance. The shoulders forward, ears raised, tail raised- he was trying to make himself seem bigger, place himself in a place of.. well, authority. Which, of course, simply would not do.

But pride was of another thing. Yes, Primus was prideful. But he was sorely beaten, killed not once, but twice, left to rot in this very desert the second time. But he was only trying to find his mate, to drag her back to their pride. The second death set him straight, however. He realized that he would never get her back to the pride. The black pelted lion had took it upon himself to return.

And that's where pride was shattered.

Deserted, the pride was. No note, no care in the world for Primus. Woe is me, he cried to himself, before growing with anger. He wasn't King. He wasn't where he wanted to be, with a queen, leading the pride and founding an empire. So he returned. To find her, to murder her, to blaze a new torch of a pride. And he was bitterly sore, as well, that they wouldn't be purebred anymore. "My name, is Primus Akaodon." He said, addressing Kydobi. What he did like, though, was the big cat presence. At least it wasn't all mutts and canines. "Not that these two bothered to ask. If I may, who are you?." Primus was absolutely going to play this game. Disrespect traded disrespect, and simply nothing more.

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