Mufasa
Young Cub
He Lives In You
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Post by Mufasa on Oct 13, 2009 19:17:20 GMT -5
From his favourite golden cloud at the edge of the sky descended the Great King Mufasa. Massive as ever, with muscles rippling and buldging when he moved, he padded softly down the fragile shining staircase of clouds and star particles, in the broad daylight of morning. A mist surrounded him. His spirit touched down on the Pridelands and a gust of wind sent the tall savanna grass flying nearly sideways. The Baobab groaned and the sunlight wreathed Mufasa's head like a halo.
"Rafiki," he called softly, although 'soft' for Mufasa was still nearly booming. Especially with the resonance of the voice of his spirit. Cool, calm, he padded up to the hollow in the Baobab, peering in at his friend. "Good morning." His enormous maw twisted into a wide grin, and he invited himself in, interrupting Rafiki in his own state of calm, as he fingerpainted figures on the inside of his tree.
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