For some reason today my mind has been on lions. As most of you know, with my drawings i have never drawn a muzzle since now, so i'm more than wary to actually submit any of my pictures.
This particular lion i draw right now is one from my dreams last night. I sat in a desert as a fennec, surrounded by boab trees. The sun was hot, and as it hit the trees the smell of the boab was intoxiacting. ut still in my mind i stared at the sun and the trees in fear, and realized that my fear was needed as the trees burst into flame around me. All I knew next was that the fire had surrounded me. I closed my eyes and shook in a paralysing fear. But then, I heard a noise. In the middle of the flames with me was a one eared lion in a t-shirt with a cross on it. He looked at me, with deep penetrating eyes, and mumured "you have something to do, do it".

I woke up. He'd saved me from the flames. I guess i'll find out why soon enough.