The Great White Lion

Chapter 3: Cinnamon Spice

"Help,"  a little whisper pleaded silently. Noble suddenly snapped back into his emotionless state, staring at the front passage of the forest. It was like his feet wasn't in his control anymore. He friends gasped in surprise as their scrawny best friend darted into the white forest, no chance of stopping anytime soon. Noble needed to go. He could feel his friends chase him, but he didn't care. It was a spur of the moment situation, and well, Noble has never felt so a need so great ever since he watched his father walk out of his life for good.

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Raja wasn't feeling quite normal today. From the moment he awoke from his deep, peaceful slumber, he knew something was going to happen. He didn't know if it was going to be good karma or bad karma for the day. At least he rested quite well last night but had an awful cramp in his hind leg. So relieve his poor leg from its pain, he stood up. Sadly, he made the mistake of cracking it, sending more pain coursing through his lower abdomen.

Ugh, why now when in good mood?  Raja thought to himself, but he just brushed it off. He didn't think it would be such a big deal. He had cramps before, and nothing too bad turned against his favor. So, in the meantime, he decided to take a walk out into the snow. 

Since those years ago when the last human had visited Raja, he couldn't help but chuckle about the stories the village down in the valley had made up about him. He was only fourteen at the time that incident happened, and he was the size of a normal tiger, yet he was so young. He could have sworn he was bigger than his father, from what he can remember. Looking back at those memories of his deceased family, he couldn't help but frown. There was no denying that he had missed them, and he hated how he was the last of his species alive. Of course, he didn't want to die off easily, so he took the motive to grow stronger each day, including his human form.

Raja was now nineteen, and three times the size of a normal tiger all because of his hard work. He ran each day to strengthen his legs, so he could catch prey faster. In his human form, he could sometimes watch villagers do these types of laying and sitting back up. After a while, he started to notice a change in his lower stomach. He was amazed to find that he had a "six pack" or what the villagers called it. Sometimes, he would trace his fingers across his hip bones and feel his muscles react. 

Raja's alterations in his human form transferred over to his lion, and it became bigger than he could explain. He felt like he owned the mountain with the amount of strength he pushed himself towards. It showed when he hunted his prey, once a hard task turning into a play game to him. He glanced over to the rotting deer in the corner of the cave. He was forming an image of himself, and he damn sure didn't regret it. He would rather be the dangerous, mythical Snow Lion of the mountains instead of just another predator. 

The mighty white beast of the mountain stepped out of his cave. Fresh snow landed on his pink nose, making him sneeze. Some snow blasted into the air as he sneezed, but Raja thought nothing of it. He just continued to take his daily walk around the woods, his home, for the morning. He licked his lips as he pasted the snow cover trees, and felt content for once in his while.

After an hour or so, Raja felt like he gone too far from the comfort of his cave. That foreign feeling of loneliness took over his senses. No, no, no, no, no, no He kept repeating in his head. his fur stood on end while his tail whipped around wildly. If he could cry, he would be bursting into big baby tears right about now. Somehow, he had forced himself to forget this feeling, that he was fine, yet it still came over him like an unwanted blanket. 

Raja wanted to forget his family and the abandonment they made him feel for so long. The word "family" was something foreign to Raja now, and would probably still be for the rest of his life. For the last five years, he had been too little to no social interaction, and nature decided it was the time that the wall he built was to be fated to crash down. The snowstorm, the bad feeling he felt from when he opened his eyelids, roared at him, whipping his eardrums of their sensitive hearing. His ears, in turn, laid on his head in hopes that the sensation of the ringing in his ears would stop.