A bulging stomach squirmed and jiggled, not to the accord of its beholder, but instead to the accord of the life that was store deep with in. the struggling lioness laid panting on the harsh flat topped rock, the harsh and unforgiving sun heating up the expanding pool of blood around his hindquarters. Her trembling jaw lets out deep grunting groans of agony as the expecting mother feels her insides contracting painfully tight; stretching out as a cub began to crown. The agony didn’t end even after she felt one last tiny body, the last of her small litter, pass out of her. Turning around she saw three tiny balls of slime covered hair lying in the pool of fluids, alarmed that only two were squirming. She went to the lifeless body first, trying to will it to life by licking the slimy fluids off of it…but to no avail. The tiny body remained still, lifeless. Only able to grieve for her lost son for an instance, her attention turned to the quietly screaming cubs; one dark like her mate while the other was colored lightly like herself.

Just as she had done to their fallen brother, she licked the fluids off their fur, trying to separate them as she did. The crying cubs squirmed and kicked as they were bathed, rolling onto their backs consequently; leaving the mother stunned and confused at what she was seeing. Four small paws swiped at the air, connected to a wide broad body that had two twitching tails and two crying heads; colored differently on both sides and divided at the center. Her two sons were one. Maternal instinct overcame the shock, hesitantly continuing to bathe her two-in-one son before leaving them to suckle while she mourned the death of her third son, unsure of how long her unusual two sons would live.

The rock where they were born was where they stayed, the mother laid there recovering for days as other members of the pride brought her food. Her dead son close by, the two-in-one sons now named Ge and Melo were hidden underneath the rock in a small burrow. They were fed regularly but other than that were hidden from the outside world, a world that they could not even see yet. Casted into a shadow, the mother lioness looked up to the dark figure of her mate looming over her expectantly. Full of sorrow she pushed the tiny body of her third son to the edge of the rock with her muzzle, the stiff body sliding across the surface easily. The male lion lowered its head, pressing its much larger muzzle to the tiny corpse, inhaling the sent of decaying and cooking skin. Mournfully he gave one small lick to the top of his sons head, turning and walking away right after he did. The lioness ducked her head as he walked, staring at the tiny burrow that hid her two sons; almost as if they knew she was looking at them, they began to mewl for her. Putting a paw down over the burrows entrance she lifted her head, the males’ tail flicking in the air as he turned around, snarling viciously at her. Submissively she lifted her paw off the hole, retreating on the rock and licking her chops as she watched his muzzle sink into the burrow.

He felt matted but soft fur brush against his nose; confused he lightly bit down on it and pulled whatever was hiding within the hole out into the open. Letting the small body go he looked up at the lioness, then back down to Ge and Melo. Enraged that the lioness could birth a cub of some taboo origin into this world, he snagged it up into his jaws. Ge and Melo instantly began to cry and squirm, their tiny newborn bodies paled in comparison to that of their father. The lioness pounced from her rock, sinking her teeth through the adults’ mane and getting to his thick throat, seeing the defenseless cub drop from the lions' mouth out of the corner of her eye. She let go of his throat instantly, picking her two-in-one up by the conjoined nape of their necks, running even as her thighs were torn into by the powerful claws of the furious lion. Unable to bring her down, he let go; roaring viciously as she ran.

By the Time Ge and Melo were able to walk, they were able to hunt; or at least they had to start learning. Though untraditional they had no choice, they had no pride, no lionesses to do the hunting for them. Ge controlled the right side of the body, and Melo the left, though it never hindered them from moving swiftly it did slow them down. Their mother took the now rogue family over the vast landscape, looking for a pride they could call home, one that could accept her and her unusual sons. None did. To Ge and Melo it was strange that their mother sought out a pride so desperately, they couldn’t understand it nor did they want any part of it. They never approached potential pride members, not cubs or adults; they lacked the need to have others in their lives. Ge had Melo, and Melo had Ge, always.

The two grew slowly, short and stocky compared to other cubs they’d seen, but to them it mattered not. Their muscles developed better, stronger, having to support each other from birth and have to hunt for themselves and now their mother too as old age and infection took a heavy toll on her hind legs. To each other, they were superior, even when they stared at their reflection in the dirty water and could see the seam that bound them together. Ge’s half of the body was light like his mothers, dark tufts of hair jutted off his head and ears as his mane started to grow. Melo’s side was opposite his brothers, a dark body with light tufts jutting off him to promise a mane.

Even in seniority their mother sought a pride more than anything, something they still couldn’t understand. Ge and Melo never felt the loneliness their mother did. Always together the brothers played, hunted and even cuddled their heads together at night as slept no matter how old they got. Unlike their mother, they never seemed to change. The older she got the more desperate and miserable she became for a pride and the more her hind legs kept her imprisoned to a small secluded patch of land. Though the brothers felt no love for anyone but each other, they felt an obligation and responsibility for their ever dying mother. A day in advanced they committed a mass hunt, killing more than enough meat for their mother for over a week; taking off as soon as it was all delivered.

The old, dying lioness stayed put, her body unable to follow her sons. Lonely and confused, barely eating enough to survive as the sun cooked her alive. Vultures circled over her, waiting, but to their dismay their day didn’t come. Awakening one morning she found herself surrounded by unknown lionesses of all ages with her two sons reining as Kings. The deep loneliness received for her sons was lifted by them, and she lived the short remainder of her life proud and without that burden.

Ge and Melo watched their mother pass with ease; they still had each other, ruling over their pride as conjoined Kings. They ruled as equals, rarely differing from each others ideals. For years that’s how it was, how it’d always been, they had each other and everyone else was a simple accessory. That is until the lionesses of the pride drifted towards Melo, more than Ge. Jealous and certain his brother was trying to assume a single role as king, He would snap at any lioness who dared to approach Melo as an individual as apposed to the two as a whole. The two heads were at war, but they had each other, like it or not.

Ge’s head was resting on top of Melo’s, just as they always had it while they slept his brothers’ brightly colored mane well visible in the depth of night. Ge had grown hateful towards his brother, all the pride reported to him, they weren’t cubs anymore and as nature intended the males rivaled each other. Rivalry bounded their hate just as their body bound them. Ge put his nose close to his brothers, hesitating only momentarily before opening his powerful jaws and snapping closed on Melo’s muzzle; crushing the insides into pieces. His brother grunted coarsely as his half of the body struggled, breathing slow and ragged as his nose and throat filled with blood; slowly suffocating him. Ge tenderly lapped at his brothers head until it stilled, nuzzling his now late brother Ge rested his own head down and went back to sleep; taking the role of primary King for himself. Though upon awaking, Ge realized his success as King would be his downfall.

Ge, tried as he might, could not stand up. Despite his brothers passing, that half of the body still belonged to him; and Ge’s two limbs could not supposed the now illy balanced body; trapping the still living half to the confines of its den. He was brought his food, and truly as king, did very little even as members of the pride left. Ge didn’t care about them, he never had, he had only ever cared about Melo and now he was gone. For the first time in his life Ge suffered from the same loneliness as his mother. The heartache both mental and physical as the dead body’s decay ran through the joint systems, his own half being pushed to the brim to futile make either side work as one; just as it’d always been. Ge was unaware when day became night and night became day, slowly he was shutting down and he didn’t care. He wanted to take back his mistake and every moment of his waking life was spent cuddling with his other half, resting his head with his eyes closed; waiting to be reunited with Melo in another life.

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THIS IS SO OLD I'M DYING.
I remembered these guys earlier and I don't have anything of them on my profile, THIS IS GOING TO BE RE-DONE SO HARD.
Holy shit.