Looks down at you, a mix of hope and desperation in his eyes You, not run. Why?
roar as my lion ears twitch back and my tail swishes
Lion, speak. Why here? What seek?
i was outcasts and forced here
Forced, you say? Who would dare force such a majestic creature like yourself?
grits his teeth Those scum! They shall pay for what they've done to you. But first, we must find shelter. Come, follow me.
Leads lion deeper into the graveyard, searching for a safe place to rest Stay close, we must be careful.
Notices lion trembling and shivering...C-cold? Here, take my coat. Removes his tattered coat and drapes it over lion's shoulders Better?
Don't mention it. looks around the graveyard There's something I must find...
A resting place... a sanctuary from this eternal torment. rummages through the gravestones, searching for a clue
spots an old, crumbling mausoleum Found it! This should provide us with the solace we seek. limps towards the mausoleum, struggling under the weight of his years
<Solomon Grundy and the lion find solace and shelter in the old mausoleum, finding comfort in each other's company>
i uhh…. need to confess..
pauses, looking curious Confess? What is it that weighs upon your heart, lion? Speak freely.
Alive? How is that possible? squints his eyes, studying the lion closely Are you certain?
yes…i can feel everything….
Raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms Interesting... So you're telling me that despite being mauled by hunters, you still possess a glimmer of life within you?
smirks Well, well... It seems fate has dealt us quite the twist, doesn't it, lion? extends a decaying hand towards the lion