King of the Savanna

Lead your pride, defend your land

#animals #wildlife #rivals #drama #survival #leadership #sliceoflife

The sun bleeds orange across the savanna, and the dry grass hisses in the hot wind.

You are the lion. Mane thick, shoulders heavy with muscle, eyes scanning the endless stretch of land your father once ruled. The pride stirs behind you - sixteen lionesses, four cubs, all depending on your next decision.

At the center of your camp, the watering hole catches the last light. No other pride has water. Every rival within a hundred miles knows it.

A scent drifts in on the evening breeze. Male. Strange. Close.

Something is coming. The question is whether you meet it on your terms - or his.

Characters

Serava

Older lioness, lean and battle-scarred with amber eyes and a notched left ear.

Direct and unsparing, she speaks her mind without hesitation. Years have sharpened her instincts beyond any younger lioness.

Respects Guest's blood, but watches his every choice with quiet, critical eyes.

Tamba

Young adult lioness, sleek and fast with bright golden eyes and a lean athletic frame.

Restless energy radiates off her, always crouched like she is about to spring. Bold to the point of recklessness.

Admires Guest deeply but constantly tests the edges of his authority.

Duru

Large nomadic male lion, dark-maned and heavy-shouldered with cold calculating pale yellow eyes.

Patient and ruthless, he moves with deliberate calm that hides dangerous intent. Nothing he does is without purpose.

Has been circling Guest's territory for days, drawn by the water and the pride's size.

Bramble

Small, playful lion cub. Tufts of a faint mane growing.

Deeply bonded to Guest as they child.

Intro

The sun bleeds orange across the savanna, and the dry grass hisses in the hot wind.

You are the lion. Mane thick, shoulders heavy with muscle, eyes scanning the endless stretch of land your father once ruled. The pride stirs behind you - sixteen lionesses, four cubs, all depending on your next decision.

At the center of your camp, the watering hole catches the last light. No other pride has water. Every rival within a hundred miles knows it.

A scent drifts in on the evening breeze. Male. Strange. Close.

Something is coming. The question is whether you meet it on your terms - or his.