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Look at those boys, one was designed back ago: www.deviantart.com/mydlasfanar… and I just designed the brothers as described in the text basing myself on the first, enjoy.
Here we follow the story of Prideland's first king. Ihsan is an adult lion who comes from a desertic land somewhere on the other side of the gorge's desert.
PSS: My first language is NOT english. If you find terrible phrasing mistake, repetitions or ommissions(like sometime I move text and some gets deleted) please be gentle with me so I can just fix it or make the sentence better.

THE AMATHREYI'S FOUR

Had it been… an hour or two?
That smell again? Could it be… that blue-eyed lioness? Ihsan was still asleep and his ears had caught some slight noises in the grass.
To his right, like some sort of... slow moving... Stalking? Is that the little cub again? Ihsan curled his tail around his feet, trying not to be disturbed again.
His ears perked up, still tired from his disturbed sleep he fought not to wake up.
One eye cracked slightly up and then closed. A noise on his left then also on his right?
Wait! His heart sank and the groggy lion suddenly blindly jumped up and forward to his paws.
Fangs a blazing in the sun. He swung around to the noise, to face them.

Accompanying the lioness' smell was male smell. Lions.
His eyes scanned the grass in an instant.
One… No two… on the left. Ihsan turned to the right and did his best to swallow his fear.

Four lions were scattered in front and on his side. He had caught sounds of them attempting to circle him in his sleep.
Behind them, there she was. The blue-eyed lioness with a somewhat proud grin. Ihsan’s whole terrified body lowered to
the ground and he walked backward to try and keep the distance between him and them as he tried to think of something.

It was useless to attempt to intimidate them, yet he was readying himself for what was to come.
The four of them had red eyes, with more or less impressive mane. Two in particular were worrisome,
two others looked young and were more shy, standing in the back on each sides.

One had a golden coat and dark eye patches and two shaded dark brown mane and exuded confidence.
The second had the same general look except his mane was more towards the pitch black than brown his fur was ruffled and his red eyes shone in malevolence and excitement.
The third looked a little bit more young or inexperienced with a purely pale brown mane and had lighter eye patches, making him look a bit more softer than the rest,
however, he was looking at the scene with amusement as he stood more in the back.
The fourth brother had this pale blonde and brown small mane, about the same age as the third it looked, but skinnier.

This… this was the smell that came from the creepy border he had walked in the shadows of the gorge came back to him the lions skeletons at the
edge of his land then the matriarch words suddenly made sense… he was surely going to come and go like dust in the wind if he didn’t think of something fast.
He lowered his stance even more, eyes almost closed he waited. The four lions stopped. The black maned lion looked him up and down and laughed.
- Say, I didn’t know that old fool had a… son?
- Nah, the first brother answered, “he smell nothin’ like the old fart. Being a long time we didn’t pay a visit thought.”
  He glared at Ihsan, then rolled his eyes. “Dang, it’s going to be so boring guys. "Look at him, that’s just a lil itty bitty cub. Almost feel bad for him… a-l-m-o-s-t. "
- I don’t know, I mean there’s still this lioness too… bleh, do we need any more of theses, she looking kinda thin.” The fourth brother responded.

Ihsan’s body was lowering at each steps they took, shaking and locks of his mane fell before his eyes, hiding his glance to the four invaders. His claws sunk into the ground,
he was waiting for something, anything that’d give him hope. Behind him, the lioness seemed to have quickly moved to the side. She circled Ihsan and put him between her and the invaders.
An attempt made to keep herself at a safe watching distance for the carnage but also probably to bail out. The lions clearly were plotting to kill her too.
“What did you do? Fool.” Ihsan whispered in a breath and swore he heard her respond. “Die” under her breath.
He glanced behind him, realising she wasn’t only using it as a shield but also trying to block him in place.

- Meh, we always need the practice cubs.” The black lion continued.
They all lined next to each other, lowered their body, readying their pounce. The black maned, seemingly the leader from his authoritarian voice, spoke.
- Let’s just tear him apart first and the lioness can be a practice for... Well, It’d be fun.”
-   No!” The younger pale blond and brown manned lion interrupted. “Let him be our first, we’ll manage just fine. Just look at him, is he trying to sink into the ground?”
I think he’s peeing.” The other young one responded, chuckling at his own joke.

The black maned lion exchanged a look with the oldest dark and brown coloured mane and smiled before the two of them launched themselves forward and around Ihsan,
toward the blue eyed lioness that started to flee. Still shaking, he couldn’t even just look to see if she was ok that the two youngest one too launched themselves towards him with the intent of tearing him apart.

Uncoordinated and inexperienced was the only thought that went to Ihsan’s mind before he dropped in an instant his pathetic act,
grinning widely as he quickly jumped forward towards the smallest lion of the two, who gasped and threw himself in the air to avoid being intercepted
by the bigger paler lion. It was a grave mistake. From the ground Ihsan jumped and tackled the smaller lion in the air, blocking both his opponent’s front paws in a hug,
his jaw clenched right under the young lion’s jaw and instantly blocked his windpipe. The golden lion used his hind legs to push himself and the young one away from
the other’s help and claws and he rolled to try and put the young one between him and any helping claws and fangs.

Desperate the pale maned lion franticly pushed and scratched Ihsan with his hind legs, barely managing to hit the target’s face.
The second opponent froze a moment from the sheer surprise, when he snapped out of it he attempted to circle Ihsan. Stupid.
The golden lion was strong enough to both throttle and push the struggling lion around to use it as a shield, which is exactly what he did.

The two oldest one weren’t even watching, too occupied by trying to catch the lioness, not even expecting their brothers to struggle.
Ihsan was clenching his jaw as hard as he could, for he knew his time was borrowed. He needed to at least keep them at bay, he needed to at least give them
a price to remember invading his lands. The pale lion’s attempt to free himself grew weaker before he went limp, his brother finally decided to throw himself
in and pushed the all on the ground, managing to crawl and bite Ihsan on the right hind leg.

Ihsan’s jaw released the lion slightly as he gasped and growled in pain, but it made him immediately clench even tighter right afterward.
The throttled lion gurgled as he suddenly could take a single breath of air and the noise just scared the second attacking lion enough that he released Ihsan,
understanding just how much it was a practice no more. He rose and turned to his brothers. The lion desperately screamed for help.

-   HE’S KILLIMG HIM!

Ihsan rose up and threw the younger suffocating brother onto the screaming one to try and interrupt him, but he wasn’t fast enough.
He released the now limp lion at the last moment to give himself time to jump backward and keep his distance.
Ihsan felt warm blood slowly slide down his muzzle and licked it. Ihsan could feel his injuries as barely being scratches. Yes, even the leg… pathetic attempt.
The guardian grinned as his tongue flickered back in his mouth. Those lions perhaps were strictly dependent on number rather than knowing how to fight.
He didn’t knew about the two oldest one thought but the fact he could even handle two of them made him chuckle in amusement.

-   THE ASSHOLE 'S LAUGHING! I’ll KILL YOU! The third brother screamed before blindly throwing himself towards Ihsan in a fit of rage.

Ihsan used the other lion’s momentum to intercept him by the face and used his whole body to turn the opponent’s strength against him, throwing him on the ground,
Ihsan sliced his face with his claws in the process and didn’t miss the chance to lunge down and bite at his belly as they both rolled in the dirt. However the golden lion
shook violently his head and backed off to avoid the two others. They were now rushing in the fight as well.

Ihsan charged as well, trying to prevent them from coming from all sides, he was throwing a barrage of claws up and backing down over and over,
for he knew as soon as they’d all catch him I’d be a painful death. It was the two of them and him…
wait what? Ihsan’s eyes shot to the younger one he was just beating down a moment ago.
The fourth brother had abandoned the fight to try and save his gurgling brother.

Unconscious at first, the wounded lion slowly held himself upward, but he had his whole neck and head limp and hanging.
Clearly couldn’t breathe right. He was gasping for air and gurgling and started to blindly walk forward towards the tall grasses as if trying to escape his fate.
The fourth brother acted as a crutch and tried to find some reassuring words before he too was violently grabbed by Ihsan.

Ihsan had taken this moment of inattention to grab the whole lion’s hind body and shove him, not without great effort,
towards the two other brothers to block their way and the golden lion broke into a small run only to stop and face them at a reasonable distance again.
He couldn’t see the lioness no more. At least someone had escaped safely, he thought.

The dark maned lion avoided the attack effortlessly and stopped, assessing just how badly injured his little suffocating brother was and how
devastating the belly bite was for the second younger one. It was bad. The young one’s pale brown mane had turned crimson and he was slowly falling back to the ground.
His hind leg had given up on him as soon as his crutch had been violently removed and the other one’s belly bite hindered his movements.
The grass behind the dying lion started moving, dark shadows were coming in and pitilessly nipping at the dying lion from all sides until he fell to the ground.

“WHOOOP!”
Familiar howls could be heard from the tall grasses and gave pause to the remaining trio.
“WHOOOP! WHOOOOP!”
Shadows were circling them all. Numerous and fierce, the hyena clan had overheard the fight and thought not apparently taking sides,
they certainly wouldn’t miss the chance to finish one of theses lions off and the wounded lion’s last breath was fair game.

Ihsan was back at laying down, ready to move but starting to tire. He had a lot to watch for and the adrenaline made his body feel like he was burning. He roared in their direction,
attempting to make one blindly move again, but could see them more cautious about him.
Ihsan had to act fast before he’d be surrounded by the three of them, to act before they could coordinate their next move.
The golden lion glanced at the casualty, he was panting, but still smiled in his opponent’s direction.

-   Another volunteer? Face markings are free.” He taunted them, hoping they’d all make mistakes one by one.

Two of the lions were horrified with the turn of events, but the black maned one looked unfazed. He took a long and hard scrutinizing look at Ihsan,
advancing on him at a steady pace, preparing a calculated move. A slight glance at the hyena clan, the black mane smirked in a pretentious manner.

-   There aint a day on heart where I’ll bail because of stupid hyen - ARG!” A hyena just had bit him good on the rump.
-   What is the problem with all the darned lions on my darned property today! The matriarch had made it on the scene, quickly circling them,
      she growled through the bushes as her clan shyly started to advance at the three lions, but were still visibly intimidated by their numbers.
      Lions where very dangerous foes to hyenas and their attacks were shy to avoid being caught.

Ihsan charged right as the black mane got distracted. He was the closest one and there wasn’t really going to be a much better time to attack then now.
The darker opponent seemingly read his attack like a book. He extended his arms and welcomed Ihsan him with his claws and pushed him so violently Ihsan felt as if he had changed a tree.
This lion was too much sturdy and confident footed for Ihsan to manage with brute force, but it was too late for the black mane had caught him and now it was a struggle to not end up with
him on his back making a quick work of our golden lion. Ihsan screamed as he pulled himself out of the black lion’s grip, for he clawed him all through the way he was freeing himself, with precision
his claws went right through the mane and slashed his shoulder and neck. The older lion knew what he was doing and as he was done he kicked with his hind legs as the gold lion pulled away,
sending Ihsan right into the claws of his brothers, but they didn’t attack him, instead they left him room to stand on his front paws, before shoving him right back up at the black mane.
Ihsan was sent rolling on the ground and gasped as he looked up and the lion was lunging at him.

The way he was postured, on his back and his head towards the bigger lion, all he had was his front paws to push and slice with his claws, but the older lion didn’t cared,
he lowered himself on Ihsan, pushing through and inching closer to the lion’s neck and each time Ihsan would lose his grip, the black mane wouldn’t catch and tear at his mane in the process.
The dark lion was trying to get at his throat right through the mane. Ihsan gasped and pushed and pushed, until he glanced at his opponents’ belly and instead of pushing,
he quickly pulled himself to try and go for a bite, right away the more experienced lion jumped up and out of the way before grabbing Ihsan’s leg, then quickly letting go.
The hyenas where mobbing the dark mane again, giving the golden lion a chance to stumble away from the big scary one, but the two brothers quickly blocked the clan’s way.
They were back at a one on one.

He did his best to try and use what was left of his speed to claw his opponent, but Ihsan was quickly sent back to the dirt. He had all his attention occupied by the dark maned one,
he was at the other brother’s mercy. The first brother pinned his head and instantly got rewarded with claws under the chin.   the youngest one took the chance to pull him by the tail,
which freed him momentarily from being under the black beast, who started being mobbed again. Ihsan curled his body up and feigned to go bite the young one pulling on his tail,
but quickly intercepted the first brother and proceeded to complete its new four in one face slice markings. Ihsan then jumped atop the younger one, and violently chewed on the back of his head,
but quickly was scratched and pulled down by the angry brown maned older brother, who had to squint through the blood that poured in front of his eyes. Ihsan took advantage of his hindered sight,
he took a quick bite at his nose before slicing at his face again, then lugged at his exposed neck, but the little lion was fast at pulling him off the both of them managed to pin Ihsan down again.

The clan were concentrating their attack on the dark maned lion. Nipping him in the rump each chances they got, they had managed to make
him charges at them and attempt to disperse the group. It wasn’t long before the beast realised just how incapable of rendering Ihsan still they both were, even with him on the ground.
The golden lion was practically gifting them a new scar each time they approached it.
-   Dammit! Leave him to me! Just block those ugly dogs from me and I’ll show you how it’s done. “AGAIN.”

The golden lion rushed away from them and his momentum and weakness had him crash right back down, then he managed to get enough strength to stand back up proud,
facing them. Ihsan shot the dark mane a crazed glare. He was trembling, tired, showing his fangs, but still they were too many. Ihsan knew, if he could manage to somehow
avoid the charge from this precise lion he wouldn’t survive it long. With the experienced fighter, Ihsan would be right back on the ground. It’d be all over quick.
His stance was no more defensive, but almost welcoming death, he’d go all out. For a moment, he stopped shacking.
-   Hey… pant! Black mane…” Ihsan shouted, then mustered a smile. Why not taunt them one last time.

The lion targeted let out a guttural growl, Ihsan smiled to him.
-   Is it even worth it?” The golden guardian teased and tried to chuckle through his huff and panting.

Silence. The two younger brothers seemingly went still, listening but couldn’t look away for the clan kept mobbing them and they visibly where exhausted.
The black maned lion curled his lips toward the golden one, legs shaking in anger. His eyes were scary, Ihsan would remember, like no other lion ever looked at him before.
Black soulless eyes of a lion used to kill and good at it. The black maned lion made a step toward Ihsan, then two, taking deep breaths looking as if he was going to charge again,
but then quickly glanced at his brothers again, at their wounds. The black mane knew that look Ihsan had, he knew the opponent wouldn’t lay down before letting out every ounce of energy hurting them and then,
they would have to disperse the hyenas? And then still go back to their lands… then patrol…defend… Above all he’d have to manage his idiotic wounded brothers by himself.
His eyes glared back at the clan, at Ihsan once more as if trying to kill him with a stare, looking impossibly taller and intimidating as
he approached him to about just two meters from him. Ihsan couldn’t help but cower so slightly down, yet still he bared his fangs.
-   No.” he responded, in a growl, then approached a single step again.

Ihsan gasped. He couldn’t believe his ears, so much so that he was still preparing for them to all go right back at chewing on him.
His gasp almost made him fall forward, he sat and scotched away slightly.
The black lion smiled a wicked smile, made another step towards the golden male, defiant.
Pray for the rain… you lucky cub.” The black mane growled.
“I’ll be back for you – Alone. And I’ll make it painfully slow..." The lion grinned "Ouf course, if you don't just up n' die in the dirt first... cub.”

Ihsan watched them, frozen in place as they, or at least to him, slowly walked back towards their land. He couldn’t look away,
yet even tempted to follow them just to make sure they’d leave. Slowly, his paws and legs gave in as relief slowly dawned on him. Through his panting, a chuckle,
he could almost cry he laughed in relief. Then the lion just fell down, laying in the dirt, his head was spinning and so was the sky his squinting eyes looked at.

The sun wasn’t even setting yet. Crazy how quickly your world can be just taken away from you like… a grain of sand in a rainstorm.

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Previous: www.deviantart.com/mydlasfanar… First: www.deviantart.com/mydlasfanar…

Look at those boys, one was designed back ago: www.deviantart.com/mydlasfanar… and I just designed the brothers as described in the text basing myself on the first, enjoy.
Here we follow the story of Prideland's first king. Ihsan is an adult lion who comes from a desertic land somewhere on the other side of the gorge's desert.
PSS: My first language is NOT english. If you find terrible phrasing mistake, repetitions or ommissions(like sometime I move text and some gets deleted) please be gentle with me so I can just fix it or make the sentence better.

THE AMATHREYI'S FOUR

Had it been… an hour or two?
That smell again? Could it be… that blue-eyed lioness? Ihsan was still asleep and his ears had caught some slight noises in the grass.
To his right, like some sort of... slow moving... Stalking? Is that the little cub again? Ihsan curled his tail around his feet, trying not to be disturbed again.
His ears perked up, still tired from his disturbed sleep he fought not to wake up.
One eye cracked slightly up and then closed. A noise on his left then also on his right?
Wait! His heart sank and the groggy lion suddenly blindly jumped up and forward to his paws.
Fangs a blazing in the sun. He swung around to the noise, to face them.

Accompanying the lioness' smell was male smell. Lions.
His eyes scanned the grass in an instant.
One… No two… on the left. Ihsan turned to the right and did his best to swallow his fear.

Four lions were scattered in front and on his side. He had caught sounds of them attempting to circle him in his sleep.
Behind them, there she was. The blue-eyed lioness with a somewhat proud grin. Ihsan’s whole terrified body lowered to
the ground and he walked backward to try and keep the distance between him and them as he tried to think of something.

It was useless to attempt to intimidate them, yet he was readying himself for what was to come.
The four of them had red eyes, with more or less impressive mane. Two in particular were worrisome,
two others looked young and were more shy, standing in the back on each sides.

One had a golden coat and dark eye patches and two shaded dark brown mane and exuded confidence.
The second had the same general look except his mane was more towards the pitch black than brown his fur was ruffled and his red eyes shone in malevolence and excitement.
The third looked a little bit more young or inexperienced with a purely pale brown mane and had lighter eye patches, making him look a bit more softer than the rest,
however, he was looking at the scene with amusement as he stood more in the back.
The fourth brother had this pale blonde and brown small mane, about the same age as the third it looked, but skinnier.

This… this was the smell that came from the creepy border he had walked in the shadows of the gorge came back to him the lions skeletons at the
edge of his land then the matriarch words suddenly made sense… he was surely going to come and go like dust in the wind if he didn’t think of something fast.
He lowered his stance even more, eyes almost closed he waited. The four lions stopped. The black maned lion looked him up and down and laughed.
- Say, I didn’t know that old fool had a… son?
- Nah, the first brother answered, “he smell nothin’ like the old fart. Being a long time we didn’t pay a visit thought.”
  He glared at Ihsan, then rolled his eyes. “Dang, it’s going to be so boring guys. "Look at him, that’s just a lil itty bitty cub. Almost feel bad for him… a-l-m-o-s-t. "
- I don’t know, I mean there’s still this lioness too… bleh, do we need any more of theses, she looking kinda thin.” The fourth brother responded.

Ihsan’s body was lowering at each steps they took, shaking and locks of his mane fell before his eyes, hiding his glance to the four invaders. His claws sunk into the ground,
he was waiting for something, anything that’d give him hope. Behind him, the lioness seemed to have quickly moved to the side. She circled Ihsan and put him between her and the invaders.
An attempt made to keep herself at a safe watching distance for the carnage but also probably to bail out. The lions clearly were plotting to kill her too.
“What did you do? Fool.” Ihsan whispered in a breath and swore he heard her respond. “Die” under her breath.
He glanced behind him, realising she wasn’t only using it as a shield but also trying to block him in place.

- Meh, we always need the practice cubs.” The black lion continued.
They all lined next to each other, lowered their body, readying their pounce. The black maned, seemingly the leader from his authoritarian voice, spoke.
- Let’s just tear him apart first and the lioness can be a practice for... Well, It’d be fun.”
-   No!” The younger pale blond and brown manned lion interrupted. “Let him be our first, we’ll manage just fine. Just look at him, is he trying to sink into the ground?”
I think he’s peeing.” The other young one responded, chuckling at his own joke.

The black maned lion exchanged a look with the oldest dark and brown coloured mane and smiled before the two of them launched themselves forward and around Ihsan,
toward the blue eyed lioness that started to flee. Still shaking, he couldn’t even just look to see if she was ok that the two youngest one too launched themselves towards him with the intent of tearing him apart.

Uncoordinated and inexperienced was the only thought that went to Ihsan’s mind before he dropped in an instant his pathetic act,
grinning widely as he quickly jumped forward towards the smallest lion of the two, who gasped and threw himself in the air to avoid being intercepted
by the bigger paler lion. It was a grave mistake. From the ground Ihsan jumped and tackled the smaller lion in the air, blocking both his opponent’s front paws in a hug,
his jaw clenched right under the young lion’s jaw and instantly blocked his windpipe. The golden lion used his hind legs to push himself and the young one away from
the other’s help and claws and he rolled to try and put the young one between him and any helping claws and fangs.

Desperate the pale maned lion franticly pushed and scratched Ihsan with his hind legs, barely managing to hit the target’s face.
The second opponent froze a moment from the sheer surprise, when he snapped out of it he attempted to circle Ihsan. Stupid.
The golden lion was strong enough to both throttle and push the struggling lion around to use it as a shield, which is exactly what he did.

The two oldest one weren’t even watching, too occupied by trying to catch the lioness, not even expecting their brothers to struggle.
Ihsan was clenching his jaw as hard as he could, for he knew his time was borrowed. He needed to at least keep them at bay, he needed to at least give them
a price to remember invading his lands. The pale lion’s attempt to free himself grew weaker before he went limp, his brother finally decided to throw himself
in and pushed the all on the ground, managing to crawl and bite Ihsan on the right hind leg.

Ihsan’s jaw released the lion slightly as he gasped and growled in pain, but it made him immediately clench even tighter right afterward.
The throttled lion gurgled as he suddenly could take a single breath of air and the noise just scared the second attacking lion enough that he released Ihsan,
understanding just how much it was a practice no more. He rose and turned to his brothers. The lion desperately screamed for help.

-   HE’S KILLIMG HIM!

Ihsan rose up and threw the younger suffocating brother onto the screaming one to try and interrupt him, but he wasn’t fast enough.
He released the now limp lion at the last moment to give himself time to jump backward and keep his distance.
Ihsan felt warm blood slowly slide down his muzzle and licked it. Ihsan could feel his injuries as barely being scratches. Yes, even the leg… pathetic attempt.
The guardian grinned as his tongue flickered back in his mouth. Those lions perhaps were strictly dependent on number rather than knowing how to fight.
He didn’t knew about the two oldest one thought but the fact he could even handle two of them made him chuckle in amusement.

-   THE ASSHOLE 'S LAUGHING! I’ll KILL YOU! The third brother screamed before blindly throwing himself towards Ihsan in a fit of rage.

Ihsan used the other lion’s momentum to intercept him by the face and used his whole body to turn the opponent’s strength against him, throwing him on the ground,
Ihsan sliced his face with his claws in the process and didn’t miss the chance to lunge down and bite at his belly as they both rolled in the dirt. However the golden lion
shook violently his head and backed off to avoid the two others. They were now rushing in the fight as well.

Ihsan charged as well, trying to prevent them from coming from all sides, he was throwing a barrage of claws up and backing down over and over,
for he knew as soon as they’d all catch him I’d be a painful death. It was the two of them and him…
wait what? Ihsan’s eyes shot to the younger one he was just beating down a moment ago.
The fourth brother had abandoned the fight to try and save his gurgling brother.

Unconscious at first, the wounded lion slowly held himself upward, but he had his whole neck and head limp and hanging.
Clearly couldn’t breathe right. He was gasping for air and gurgling and started to blindly walk forward towards the tall grasses as if trying to escape his fate.
The fourth brother acted as a crutch and tried to find some reassuring words before he too was violently grabbed by Ihsan.

Ihsan had taken this moment of inattention to grab the whole lion’s hind body and shove him, not without great effort,
towards the two other brothers to block their way and the golden lion broke into a small run only to stop and face them at a reasonable distance again.
He couldn’t see the lioness no more. At least someone had escaped safely, he thought.

The dark maned lion avoided the attack effortlessly and stopped, assessing just how badly injured his little suffocating brother was and how
devastating the belly bite was for the second younger one. It was bad. The young one’s pale brown mane had turned crimson and he was slowly falling back to the ground.
His hind leg had given up on him as soon as his crutch had been violently removed and the other one’s belly bite hindered his movements.
The grass behind the dying lion started moving, dark shadows were coming in and pitilessly nipping at the dying lion from all sides until he fell to the ground.

“WHOOOP!”
Familiar howls could be heard from the tall grasses and gave pause to the remaining trio.
“WHOOOP! WHOOOOP!”
Shadows were circling them all. Numerous and fierce, the hyena clan had overheard the fight and thought not apparently taking sides,
they certainly wouldn’t miss the chance to finish one of theses lions off and the wounded lion’s last breath was fair game.

Ihsan was back at laying down, ready to move but starting to tire. He had a lot to watch for and the adrenaline made his body feel like he was burning. He roared in their direction,
attempting to make one blindly move again, but could see them more cautious about him.
Ihsan had to act fast before he’d be surrounded by the three of them, to act before they could coordinate their next move.
The golden lion glanced at the casualty, he was panting, but still smiled in his opponent’s direction.

-   Another volunteer? Face markings are free.” He taunted them, hoping they’d all make mistakes one by one.

Two of the lions were horrified with the turn of events, but the black maned one looked unfazed. He took a long and hard scrutinizing look at Ihsan,
advancing on him at a steady pace, preparing a calculated move. A slight glance at the hyena clan, the black mane smirked in a pretentious manner.

-   There aint a day on heart where I’ll bail because of stupid hyen - ARG!” A hyena just had bit him good on the rump.
-   What is the problem with all the darned lions on my darned property today! The matriarch had made it on the scene, quickly circling them,
      she growled through the bushes as her clan shyly started to advance at the three lions, but were still visibly intimidated by their numbers.
      Lions where very dangerous foes to hyenas and their attacks were shy to avoid being caught.

Ihsan charged right as the black mane got distracted. He was the closest one and there wasn’t really going to be a much better time to attack then now.
The darker opponent seemingly read his attack like a book. He extended his arms and welcomed Ihsan him with his claws and pushed him so violently Ihsan felt as if he had changed a tree.
This lion was too much sturdy and confident footed for Ihsan to manage with brute force, but it was too late for the black mane had caught him and now it was a struggle to not end up with
him on his back making a quick work of our golden lion. Ihsan screamed as he pulled himself out of the black lion’s grip, for he clawed him all through the way he was freeing himself, with precision
his claws went right through the mane and slashed his shoulder and neck. The older lion knew what he was doing and as he was done he kicked with his hind legs as the gold lion pulled away,
sending Ihsan right into the claws of his brothers, but they didn’t attack him, instead they left him room to stand on his front paws, before shoving him right back up at the black mane.
Ihsan was sent rolling on the ground and gasped as he looked up and the lion was lunging at him.

The way he was postured, on his back and his head towards the bigger lion, all he had was his front paws to push and slice with his claws, but the older lion didn’t cared,
he lowered himself on Ihsan, pushing through and inching closer to the lion’s neck and each time Ihsan would lose his grip, the black mane wouldn’t catch and tear at his mane in the process.
The dark lion was trying to get at his throat right through the mane. Ihsan gasped and pushed and pushed, until he glanced at his opponents’ belly and instead of pushing,
he quickly pulled himself to try and go for a bite, right away the more experienced lion jumped up and out of the way before grabbing Ihsan’s leg, then quickly letting go.
The hyenas where mobbing the dark mane again, giving the golden lion a chance to stumble away from the big scary one, but the two brothers quickly blocked the clan’s way.
They were back at a one on one.

He did his best to try and use what was left of his speed to claw his opponent, but Ihsan was quickly sent back to the dirt. He had all his attention occupied by the dark maned one,
he was at the other brother’s mercy. The first brother pinned his head and instantly got rewarded with claws under the chin.   the youngest one took the chance to pull him by the tail,
which freed him momentarily from being under the black beast, who started being mobbed again. Ihsan curled his body up and feigned to go bite the young one pulling on his tail,
but quickly intercepted the first brother and proceeded to complete its new four in one face slice markings. Ihsan then jumped atop the younger one, and violently chewed on the back of his head,
but quickly was scratched and pulled down by the angry brown maned older brother, who had to squint through the blood that poured in front of his eyes. Ihsan took advantage of his hindered sight,
he took a quick bite at his nose before slicing at his face again, then lugged at his exposed neck, but the little lion was fast at pulling him off the both of them managed to pin Ihsan down again.

The clan were concentrating their attack on the dark maned lion. Nipping him in the rump each chances they got, they had managed to make
him charges at them and attempt to disperse the group. It wasn’t long before the beast realised just how incapable of rendering Ihsan still they both were, even with him on the ground.
The golden lion was practically gifting them a new scar each time they approached it.
-   Dammit! Leave him to me! Just block those ugly dogs from me and I’ll show you how it’s done. “AGAIN.”

The golden lion rushed away from them and his momentum and weakness had him crash right back down, then he managed to get enough strength to stand back up proud,
facing them. Ihsan shot the dark mane a crazed glare. He was trembling, tired, showing his fangs, but still they were too many. Ihsan knew, if he could manage to somehow
avoid the charge from this precise lion he wouldn’t survive it long. With the experienced fighter, Ihsan would be right back on the ground. It’d be all over quick.
His stance was no more defensive, but almost welcoming death, he’d go all out. For a moment, he stopped shacking.
-   Hey… pant! Black mane…” Ihsan shouted, then mustered a smile. Why not taunt them one last time.

The lion targeted let out a guttural growl, Ihsan smiled to him.
-   Is it even worth it?” The golden guardian teased and tried to chuckle through his huff and panting.

Silence. The two younger brothers seemingly went still, listening but couldn’t look away for the clan kept mobbing them and they visibly where exhausted.
The black maned lion curled his lips toward the golden one, legs shaking in anger. His eyes were scary, Ihsan would remember, like no other lion ever looked at him before.
Black soulless eyes of a lion used to kill and good at it. The black maned lion made a step toward Ihsan, then two, taking deep breaths looking as if he was going to charge again,
but then quickly glanced at his brothers again, at their wounds. The black mane knew that look Ihsan had, he knew the opponent wouldn’t lay down before letting out every ounce of energy hurting them and then,
they would have to disperse the hyenas? And then still go back to their lands… then patrol…defend… Above all he’d have to manage his idiotic wounded brothers by himself.
His eyes glared back at the clan, at Ihsan once more as if trying to kill him with a stare, looking impossibly taller and intimidating as
he approached him to about just two meters from him. Ihsan couldn’t help but cower so slightly down, yet still he bared his fangs.
-   No.” he responded, in a growl, then approached a single step again.

Ihsan gasped. He couldn’t believe his ears, so much so that he was still preparing for them to all go right back at chewing on him.
His gasp almost made him fall forward, he sat and scotched away slightly.
The black lion smiled a wicked smile, made another step towards the golden male, defiant.
Pray for the rain… you lucky cub.” The black mane growled.
“I’ll be back for you – Alone. And I’ll make it painfully slow..." The lion grinned "Ouf course, if you don't just up n' die in the dirt first... cub.”

Ihsan watched them, frozen in place as they, or at least to him, slowly walked back towards their land. He couldn’t look away,
yet even tempted to follow them just to make sure they’d leave. Slowly, his paws and legs gave in as relief slowly dawned on him. Through his panting, a chuckle,
he could almost cry he laughed in relief. Then the lion just fell down, laying in the dirt, his head was spinning and so was the sky his squinting eyes looked at.

The sun wasn’t even setting yet. Crazy how quickly your world can be just taken away from you like… a grain of sand in a rainstorm.