A trade I'm doing with  UnLion0trolliel

No, I'm not immediately opened to trades or requests yet. This was more of a field test. I haven't really written anything outside of Traveler's log in awhile and i wanted to see if i was ready or not.

ln0x1 belongs to  UnLion0trolliel
Lion king characters and references belong to Disney

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The sun rose on the Prideland, animals of all sorts welcoming the new day. Ln0x1 was no different. He awoke to the day was yawn that was more similar to a roar. The young lion shook his head, his long black whiskers almost wrapped themselves around his snout. Every time. The grass land he passed out at was pretty pleasant. And it had a watering hole too. When he walked over to it, he looked at himself. The lion was still young, though he had a gray mane, it was a common mistake. The fur of his body was almost like that of the setting sun, where as his underbelly had a lighter tone of yellow. Speaking of, it growled as it was pretty low on food. The lion looked back at the water with grass green eyes. The eyes went to the golden object he had around his neck. Though He didn't know the name of the thing, it was like a golden spider strand held something big below the lion’s mane. He found it abandoned one day when he was out exploring. He found the bones of creatures He really never seen in the Prideland that often. The bones had the strange white object near them. And of course, Ln0x1 just had to play with it. Now the thing was wrapped around his left front leg tightly and wouldn't come off. Honestly, he kinda liked the look it gave him. Plus, not like the thing was hurting him, it was soft and stretchy. He scratched his ear, and looked around. His usual source of food was nowhere in sight. But what was seen instead was Pride Rock. The large mountain like area almost appeared like it was poking straight through the clouds. The young feline had been there a few times to speak with the lions there. He heard stories of the king from them. Mufasa. How his red mane, the color of blood, flowed in the wind. How his kindness is equal to the reach of his roar. Just thinking about it, Ln0x1 felt his stomach growl as loud as his yawn. That was when his body practically made the decision for him. He started running towards Pride Rock.

As the young lion approached the towering rock formation, he couldn't help but admire it. Nobody knew how it came to be, and none were actually curious about the gray piles of rock. All anybody cared about was the amount of lion and lioness roaming the area. And the fact that this was where the king dwelled. And speaking of the king, Ln0x1 entered an opening in the rocks, and there he found it. Just coming from another hole in the wall, walking alongside a young cub, was the current king, Mufasa. The beast was everything the youngling heard about and more. As he walked over to the group of barely awakening lions, his footsteps were like earthquakes, not so much the power, but the sound. He noticed the visitor, and approached. The young lion gestured with his head towards the opening. They both walked out towards the cavern opening, and Ln0x1 bowed his head towards Mufasa.
“My king, it is an honor to meet you,” said the bowing lion.
“I do not believe I've seen you here before,” said the king as he looked down at the newcomer.
“My apologies. I am Ln0x1. Since I was a cub, I was raised by a nearby watering hole. Now, I'm alone,” he lifted his head to lock eye contact. The king had yellow eyes, with brown pupils in them. “But I have come seeking your aid with another matter, my liege. Hyenas were attacking a large group of gazelle near my home,” saying those words, the larger beast growled in anger.
“Lead the way, Ln0x1,” and with that request, the two lions dashed off.

In shadows of pride rock, away from all the other lion and lioness, a lion watched as the two lions dashed away from the rock formation. One of which was arrogant brother, Mufasa. But the lion accompanying him was unfamiliar to him. Stepping out from the shadows, the lion was more easily distinguishable. He looked like an adult lion who hasn't eaten in many moons. His fur was brown as mud, and his underbelly was a lighter shade of brown, almost like dirt. His green eyes watched as lions ran further away from the rock. The lion shook his black mane, and ran in pursuit. The scar on his right eye almost burning with anticipation.

Upon arriving to his watering hole area, Ln0x1 decided to slow down to a stop. Mufasa followed suit. Both appeared tired from all there running.
“My liege, this may be a good spot to rest and drink,” said the lion, gesturing with his head towards to watering hole.
“Excellent idea,” Mufasa said, walking slowly towards the water. The young lion hid a smile as he watched his meal drinking from the watering hole. Just go to show he didn't know the Pridelands as much as everyone thinks he does. For after two sips from the lake, something exploded out of the water and landed on the King’s snout. It was a snake! And not fast enough, the red mane lion roared as he felt the snake bite into his neck. The loud roar faded till it was nothing but a whisper, and the king crumbled into the dirt. Mufasa weakly looked up, the snake slithered back into the water. And towering over his frozen body was the lion that led him here to this situation.
“Forgive me. I should've warned you that the snakes here only bite those top whom they're unfamiliar with. Since I live in the cave there, I'm safe.”
“W-why?” Mufasa suddenly found it much harder to talk.
“I mean, normally, I'm satisfied with the nearby wildlife. But they migrated away due to the excess amount of hyena attacks. And that made me hungrier. So, to answer your question my king,” the lion walked over to the quivering lion lying before before, and licked his face. He smacked his lips with satisfaction. “Cause I'm a hungry lion. And you're delicious,” the lion walked around the prey he set up for himself, and stopped at his tail. He lifted the hind legs and pressed them tightly to each other while squeezing the tail between them. And with his mouth wide open as well as drooling, he shoved in the weakened lion entire back legs into his hungry gullet. Mufasa was breathing hard, even though he couldn't move or feel anything, he noticed how his body was suddenly angled oddly.
“L-ln0x1!” yelled the frightened cat, as his body moved higher upwards. The hungry feline had just pulled in everything below the meal’s sides. His throat was thick with the lower half in his body, and a small bulge started to form in the upper part of the predator’s stomach. Mufasa now realized what it meant to be part of the circle of life. Normally, he wouldn't be fazed, but he is. For he will become part of the soil that the herbivores eat. Just not the way he imagined he would. Another pull of the body, and the soon to be retired king finally saw what was happening to his body. Though he was upside down, he could easily make out the paw shape on the underbelly of his guide b as they barely moved when inside their prison. He also saw that his companion has now pulled in everything behind his mane. Leaving only his front legs and his head. Which were harder to see now, as his face now had two paws on it. If not for the snake, Mufasa would have torn apart this betrayer with his claws and teeth. But the clever sneak knew this. His face was squished, as more of his body was consumed. Now all the old king could see from where he was were teeth outlining the image of Pride Rock in the far distance as saliva soon got into his eyes. Before the meal even had a chance to plead for their freedom, Ln0x1 shut his mouth, and sending the king off to his new home with one last gulp. He had to put effort into it since his meal had one huge head. But he could feel the face of the king crying for freedom in his throat as it slithered downwards. It took a bit, but he finally got Mufasa settled down into his stomach, which was almost as big as a boulder. He groaned as he landed on his back in the dirt near the pond. His food was putting up a sad excuse for a fight. Then again, the poison would wear off by the time he was fully digested. The proud lion looked up at the mountain of fur that was his gut, and rubbed gently, hastening the process. The lion moaned in pleasure as he felt faint movements from inside, and the muffled cries of the king.

Scar watched everything unfold. He was hiding near a tree a few yards away from the action. He had watched as his brother, brave and strong as he was, turned so easily into another's meal. Now, scar sat there as he saw the newcomer rubbing the gut that had his brother trapped. The lion laughed softly to himself.
“Finally,” said the lion, still looking towards the watering hole. “No more challenges.” He decided to look away from the area, and his eyes gleamed towards his next target: Pride Rock. “I don't even really need those blasted hyenas. The hardest part been taken care,” he laughed more. Then, he started walking slowly towards the rock formation. “Now to handle that pesky nephew of mine,” scar slowly swung his tail back and forth, and came to a stop. He looked back at the scene one last time. “I might even take a page out of your book, friend,” said the lion, as he smirked at the idea of gobbling up his tiny nephew like it was nothing. The sinister creature more, returning to Pride Rock to tell the news of his brother’s demise. And Simba’s fate.

Ln0x1 woke with a startle. He was lying on his back, now looking at the starry night. He looked down at his belly, and smiled. Not only has his belly shrunken to now he may be mistaken for bearing child. But His stomach had also stop moving. He slapped his paw on the three foot belly, which jiggled beautifully. A loud burp escaped His mouth, which echoed in the night. He sighed with relief and satisfaction. Ln0x1 slowly rolled off his back and onto his feet. It took a a few seconds for him to adjust to the additional hundred pounds he wore now. His belly was a mere paw away from touching the ground. He walked towards the cave opening, the stomach juices sloshing inside him loudly. As the darkness of the cave enveloped Ln0x1, it was faint. But for a moment, he thought he heard the voice of the king calling his name in the wind. The clouds stirred as the young predator fell to the ground, and immediately returned to sleep. Though the lion couldn't see it, there it was. Within the purple clouds in the night sky, a familiar face looked down at the cavern. And with the wind, the cloud lion flew away.