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Bite me, I'll make you eat your teeth
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Osupaat stood in the deserts of home, patrolling with his mother, learning the way of the lands and of the pride, and even learning how to hunt if he were to be alone and unable to find home again. He was unsure of the storm that was rolling in, ears twitching lightly, staring at the dark clouds; it all seemed fine, a light rain was needed.
It wasn't just light rain; the sky cracked, and the earth rumbled and split. Lava spewed from the depths of the earth, swallowing lions whole, feeding Vorath and his relentless hunger. It was chaos; family was swallowed whole, melted to bone matter in the lava; some even dragged others into the cracks of the earth in attempts to survive. Osupaat was one of only 4 to survive; he had fled, running from the desert for days until he collapsed under the scorching sun.
The sun burned, but it did not burn as bad as the lava that singed his whiskers and swallowed mothers and sisters whole. His chest burned with anger and grief, but he felt this might be the end of his road until something shifted; the sands below turned to sandstone, solid rock that was cooled by the shadows. Everything was different when he opened his eyes; dunes now stood as canyons, rising high above him and shading him from the splintering heat that rippled along the lit-up areas.
His eyes seemed to dim as he stared onwards, eyes fixating on one thing in the far distance: sand, sand that didn't seem to stop. His throat was dry with thirst, and his head dipped down once more. Here he was a few months younger, no longer a yearling and now only 8 months in age. Slowly, Osupaat rolled to his side in the shade and zoned out until the sun either withered away at his remains or something came around and ate him alive.