Being pushed aside all the time and constantly facing lions that would see in him nothing more than a damned breed by the devil itself, it was no doubt the lion felt far away from home. The silver lions were no more since a long time ago and there he stood, like as a remnant of what happen when a wealthy family takes the wrong turn.
Fujo was terribly adapted for a land where lush and green would flourish, the smaller male loved the desert and other places he wouldn’t feel like standing out of the scenery. Even in the gorges, red and grey against his light coat he felt terrible; like a decoy whose sole purpose is to protect ones that gave little care about his life and would be very little thankful of his sacrifice in return.


Prideland's guard leader



I always found Fujo to be a regal to draw: his design is both unique and so simple, yet kind of round and chubby but still making him very stern and cruel looking when he's freaking out.
I Fujo and I totally have to draw him more.