When Bruto was just a Babe, his father used to tell him tales that were essentially fabricated extensions of his daily rituals and experiences in the circus where he portrayed the staple sideshow of ‘The Circus Strongman’. It was with wonder filled eyes Bruto listened to such tales, his chubby cheeks stretched back into the widest, most eager smile you could possibly imagine in the hopes of hearing just one sentence more. It was times like these when Bruto found the somewhat lonesome times in the circus bearable, when his father harbored no responsibilities to the milling crowd of onlookers, and the little cub could have this lion that he idolized all to himself.
Roganthus, for all his hardships in having to raise Bruto alone, and with barely any time really provided him to spend with his child, was one of the best fathers you could hope to have. When allowed, and not on his usual performance shifts, he would take Bruto to see the other wonders of the circus. Acrobats, trapeze artists, beautiful maidens who could charm even the most steadfast of men, were all happy to do their art for the child, adoring seeing his face brighten in response to their crafts. The circus actors, for all their kind-heartedness, had one shortcoming however…an evil, cruel, steel-hearted ringmaster to whom out of nothing but fear they did anything for loyalty. So when this foul, loathsome creature wearied of Roganthus and his offspring, he had the two separated, whisked away under mysterious circumstance sin the middle of the night.
Bruto grew up with the thought and explanation of his ‘new’ caregivers that his father was dead. And for several years, Bruto knew nothing of circus life, until he returned when he became an adult, to try his hardest to be the kind of warm-hearted, caring lion his father had been.
If Bruto knew, His father, still quite alive and healthy, was performing still for the very same circus and ringmaster that had wronged him; he wouldn’t perhaps hear that he’d indeed made his father proud.
Fate and reunions have a funny way of dealing with one another, and it is in the trust of fate that they will indeed be together again.
(To see Bruto, incase you haven’t before, see here; --->http://www.furaffinity.net/view/245874/)
Roganthus, for all his hardships in having to raise Bruto alone, and with barely any time really provided him to spend with his child, was one of the best fathers you could hope to have. When allowed, and not on his usual performance shifts, he would take Bruto to see the other wonders of the circus. Acrobats, trapeze artists, beautiful maidens who could charm even the most steadfast of men, were all happy to do their art for the child, adoring seeing his face brighten in response to their crafts. The circus actors, for all their kind-heartedness, had one shortcoming however…an evil, cruel, steel-hearted ringmaster to whom out of nothing but fear they did anything for loyalty. So when this foul, loathsome creature wearied of Roganthus and his offspring, he had the two separated, whisked away under mysterious circumstance sin the middle of the night.
Bruto grew up with the thought and explanation of his ‘new’ caregivers that his father was dead. And for several years, Bruto knew nothing of circus life, until he returned when he became an adult, to try his hardest to be the kind of warm-hearted, caring lion his father had been.
If Bruto knew, His father, still quite alive and healthy, was performing still for the very same circus and ringmaster that had wronged him; he wouldn’t perhaps hear that he’d indeed made his father proud.
Fate and reunions have a funny way of dealing with one another, and it is in the trust of fate that they will indeed be together again.
(To see Bruto, incase you haven’t before, see here; --->http://www.furaffinity.net/view/245874/)
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Muscle
Species Lion
Size 565 x 950px
File Size 428.3 kB
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