It's chapter 3 people! Thank you all readers. This chapter is about their journey through the city and what do would (forced to) do in the public.
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“What a shame, I don’t even have a mother, a lion can’t be born form a she-wolf, can he?” Sakda asked Manya, his voice still trembling.
Manya answered him “All lions are born from another lion, there’s no way you’re born form a wolf. She might have had adopted you as her own cub, then she was your foster mother”
Sakda was silent for a moment, he was half shame and half guilty to share this information with the lionesses. It was a great humiliation for a lion to be abandoned and didn’t have his own ascestry tree. A lion with no bloodline was like a strayed insignificant lion.
“As long as I remembered, the wolf was my mother, she told me I suckled from her teats along with other brother and sisters” He continued “She loved me so much, that she always told me I’m no different from other wolves, even I was clearly different from them” a tear dropped from from his eye onto the floor.
Majjari and Swari was waiting outside, listening what they’re saying “What? he had a wolf as a mother” Majjari whispered to Swari
“That’s so derogatory, what wold Mistress Ishaa do if she find out?” said Swari.
“I think he can’t even be a breeder” answered Majjari.
“Hey you two, are you there the whole time?” the sound was form the room, someone had known they’re peeking, it’s Kalyani.
Manya looked through the door and invited them “Come in, Majjari and Swari, I’m tried of telling you lionesses to give the males some privacy. This lion here has an interesting story”
Then she turned to the Sakda “Do you know, few lions was yellow orche”
“What do you mean?” Asked Sakda
“Let me tell you a long past story” Manya told to him “long time ago when I was still a young doctor, there was a profanity upon this city, cubs were born by a pristress. As you know, a pristress was not expected to carried any cub or she would be exiled” she continued “That day was cleared in my mind, Her name was Mali. One night she was in labour, three cubs were born, here there came greater profainity : one cub was male ”
Then she sighed “Sadly, according to the code, any cubs born by our people is considered female, if any male cub was born, it is believed to be a ad omen and it must be sacrificed to the White Lion. Since no male cubs was born in centuries, this hadn’t been an issue till that day”
“According to the code, she will be exiled and her cubs will be adopted by other lioness except the male one, it would be inevitably sacrificed” She paused a bit “They’re just born, their eyes were not opened, yet they’re so cute, the male one was yellow orche just like you Sakda”
Manya looked at Sakda as if she wanted to suggest something.
“When she knew her cub was male, she beg me not to tell anyone. I know if it stayed here, anyone would find out and it would be killed, so I planed to hide it and secretly handed it back to her when she was exiled”
“But it seemed like she had other plan. That night, she was gone with all the cubs. A mistress then ordered a band of huntresses to hunt her down and brought back the cubs. Several days passed, but they bought back only two female cubs, what they said was the other cubs were missing no one mentioned it’s sex, anybody assumed it was female”
“And what is this all about then?” Sakda asked
“I always had a feeling that the male cub was still alive. I remember him well, the marking on his forehead and color of his fur was just like you Sakda, I suspect you might be him” Manya said, her voice was loud and clear.
“How do you know, there’s nothing to prove, is it because my color was like him or my marking? that’s not specific, it could be a coincedence!” Sakda speak in disbelieve
Manya continued “And one of you sister is here, Majjari was your sister”
Majjari was shock hearing her words, she always knew she had some affinity of her toward this lion. Is it the scent that she smelt him, the closer she got the more warmth she felt when he was near. She hadn’t tell anyone about this she asked herself ‘why this lion?’it had amused her for a while.
“Enough with this nonsense Manya, you may be too old!” Majjari pull Sakda by his collar away from the doctor “He’s now late for the welcoming ceremony”
The sudden pull on the lions neck made him gagged, he was forced to move his body along with her pull.
Manya told them as they were leaving “A closely related lion can tell eachother by smell, even they’ve never met before, did you feel it Majjari?”
Majjari put the leash back on his collar and took him away from the room “Sorry lion, we’re late and need to get out of here” She told Sakda.
“I didn’t knows a lioness are this strong” Sakda muttered half to himself and half to her
Swari followed her saying “You are harse! that story was weird, but she have no reason to lie”
Three of them had no more talk and rushed through tha hallway until they met a group of lionesses and two lions waiting at the main hall. Ishaa was there.
“What took you so slow, bring him here” Ishaa told Majjari and took the leash “Today I’ll show their glory to our citizen, get your flower ready girls”
The group set off with each three lions leashed by a lioness, Ishaa choose to leash Sakda herself. They came through the front door and saw many lioness with a variety of flowers waiting them at the square
“ Look Sakda there’re so many people adore you” ishaa said to him almost inaudibly because the crowd was also cheering.
But he was not so comforting, he was still wary of the people, what would they do to him today, will he be abused again?
The group passed through the crowd, when any lion passed by some lioness decorate flowers on their body, some are just a flower, some are flowery necklace or crown, some lioness stroked their head and kissed them.
Ishaa also have a basket, she collect the flowers from his body so he didn’t became entirely covered by flowers “Every lioness gave flowers to the new coming lion, that’s our tradition” Ishaa saw Sakda was quite stiff and tense, she comforted him “Don’t worry, today they’re just giving you flowers and a bit kissing”
Flowers after flowers he got, they walk past the square to other corner of the city, it was the first time he could see the city in daylight, he noticed Majjarapura was in fact an abandoned city, buildings were mostly built by stone, some are no more that a rubble. There was few citizen comparing to her size, as they came pass the road only a handful of lioness gave them flowers.
“Why there’re so few lioness here” Sakda asked Ishaa, he was somewhat relaxed when he see no harm from the citizen.
Ishaa answered “ This is our pupulation crisis, as you see when all cubs born are female, only few imported males will do the breeding”
They arrived at the market and the crowd was dense again, they were also carrying flowers. Ishaa lead him in advanced and announced “Sorry to keep all of you wait, here’s our breeders, give them flowers and kiss them as you pleased”
“You sit here Sakda I’ll find some flowers for you”
At the market, the food was exchanged, so each family had a variety of food for it’s members. Some lioness who finished shopping gathered around the lions and talked to eachother. they discussed about his muscular body, breeds and how good would their cubs would be if they got pregnant with them. Some lioness already came over and gave the flowers.
Sakda sit there, he was a bit shy of being an subject of interest expecially in some sexual issue, also with lioness after lioness came over and over, gave him flowers, kissed, flirted, and molested him by words.
There was too much flowers until he need to take them with by his mouth.
After a brief moment, Ishaa came back holding small white flowers in her hand “Oh you’re so popular, look how you’re covered in flowers, let me help you” she removed some flower into the basket, Then she showed him the white flowers.
“Do you know these, they’re Jasmine, smell their characteristis scent” she handed the flower near his nose.
Sakda sniffed, the scent was strangly pleasing not like other flowers “This was good I like it” he said.
She put the flowers into his ear and said “Of course you do, do you know jasmine was also called ‘Mali’ in an old language.”
He felt a chill down his spine ‘Why does she have to mention the name, did she know something?” he thought.
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Chapter 3 - Meet the People
Plate 1 Welcoming Flowers“What a shame, I don’t even have a mother, a lion can’t be born form a she-wolf, can he?” Sakda asked Manya, his voice still trembling.
Manya answered him “All lions are born from another lion, there’s no way you’re born form a wolf. She might have had adopted you as her own cub, then she was your foster mother”
Sakda was silent for a moment, he was half shame and half guilty to share this information with the lionesses. It was a great humiliation for a lion to be abandoned and didn’t have his own ascestry tree. A lion with no bloodline was like a strayed insignificant lion.
“As long as I remembered, the wolf was my mother, she told me I suckled from her teats along with other brother and sisters” He continued “She loved me so much, that she always told me I’m no different from other wolves, even I was clearly different from them” a tear dropped from from his eye onto the floor.
Majjari and Swari was waiting outside, listening what they’re saying “What? he had a wolf as a mother” Majjari whispered to Swari
“That’s so derogatory, what wold Mistress Ishaa do if she find out?” said Swari.
“I think he can’t even be a breeder” answered Majjari.
“Hey you two, are you there the whole time?” the sound was form the room, someone had known they’re peeking, it’s Kalyani.
Manya looked through the door and invited them “Come in, Majjari and Swari, I’m tried of telling you lionesses to give the males some privacy. This lion here has an interesting story”
Then she turned to the Sakda “Do you know, few lions was yellow orche”
“What do you mean?” Asked Sakda
“Let me tell you a long past story” Manya told to him “long time ago when I was still a young doctor, there was a profanity upon this city, cubs were born by a pristress. As you know, a pristress was not expected to carried any cub or she would be exiled” she continued “That day was cleared in my mind, Her name was Mali. One night she was in labour, three cubs were born, here there came greater profainity : one cub was male ”
Then she sighed “Sadly, according to the code, any cubs born by our people is considered female, if any male cub was born, it is believed to be a ad omen and it must be sacrificed to the White Lion. Since no male cubs was born in centuries, this hadn’t been an issue till that day”
“According to the code, she will be exiled and her cubs will be adopted by other lioness except the male one, it would be inevitably sacrificed” She paused a bit “They’re just born, their eyes were not opened, yet they’re so cute, the male one was yellow orche just like you Sakda”
Manya looked at Sakda as if she wanted to suggest something.
“When she knew her cub was male, she beg me not to tell anyone. I know if it stayed here, anyone would find out and it would be killed, so I planed to hide it and secretly handed it back to her when she was exiled”
“But it seemed like she had other plan. That night, she was gone with all the cubs. A mistress then ordered a band of huntresses to hunt her down and brought back the cubs. Several days passed, but they bought back only two female cubs, what they said was the other cubs were missing no one mentioned it’s sex, anybody assumed it was female”
“And what is this all about then?” Sakda asked
“I always had a feeling that the male cub was still alive. I remember him well, the marking on his forehead and color of his fur was just like you Sakda, I suspect you might be him” Manya said, her voice was loud and clear.
“How do you know, there’s nothing to prove, is it because my color was like him or my marking? that’s not specific, it could be a coincedence!” Sakda speak in disbelieve
Manya continued “And one of you sister is here, Majjari was your sister”
Majjari was shock hearing her words, she always knew she had some affinity of her toward this lion. Is it the scent that she smelt him, the closer she got the more warmth she felt when he was near. She hadn’t tell anyone about this she asked herself ‘why this lion?’it had amused her for a while.
“Enough with this nonsense Manya, you may be too old!” Majjari pull Sakda by his collar away from the doctor “He’s now late for the welcoming ceremony”
The sudden pull on the lions neck made him gagged, he was forced to move his body along with her pull.
Manya told them as they were leaving “A closely related lion can tell eachother by smell, even they’ve never met before, did you feel it Majjari?”
Majjari put the leash back on his collar and took him away from the room “Sorry lion, we’re late and need to get out of here” She told Sakda.
“I didn’t knows a lioness are this strong” Sakda muttered half to himself and half to her
Swari followed her saying “You are harse! that story was weird, but she have no reason to lie”
Three of them had no more talk and rushed through tha hallway until they met a group of lionesses and two lions waiting at the main hall. Ishaa was there.
“What took you so slow, bring him here” Ishaa told Majjari and took the leash “Today I’ll show their glory to our citizen, get your flower ready girls”
The group set off with each three lions leashed by a lioness, Ishaa choose to leash Sakda herself. They came through the front door and saw many lioness with a variety of flowers waiting them at the square
“ Look Sakda there’re so many people adore you” ishaa said to him almost inaudibly because the crowd was also cheering.
But he was not so comforting, he was still wary of the people, what would they do to him today, will he be abused again?
The group passed through the crowd, when any lion passed by some lioness decorate flowers on their body, some are just a flower, some are flowery necklace or crown, some lioness stroked their head and kissed them.
Ishaa also have a basket, she collect the flowers from his body so he didn’t became entirely covered by flowers “Every lioness gave flowers to the new coming lion, that’s our tradition” Ishaa saw Sakda was quite stiff and tense, she comforted him “Don’t worry, today they’re just giving you flowers and a bit kissing”
Flowers after flowers he got, they walk past the square to other corner of the city, it was the first time he could see the city in daylight, he noticed Majjarapura was in fact an abandoned city, buildings were mostly built by stone, some are no more that a rubble. There was few citizen comparing to her size, as they came pass the road only a handful of lioness gave them flowers.
“Why there’re so few lioness here” Sakda asked Ishaa, he was somewhat relaxed when he see no harm from the citizen.
Ishaa answered “ This is our pupulation crisis, as you see when all cubs born are female, only few imported males will do the breeding”
They arrived at the market and the crowd was dense again, they were also carrying flowers. Ishaa lead him in advanced and announced “Sorry to keep all of you wait, here’s our breeders, give them flowers and kiss them as you pleased”
“You sit here Sakda I’ll find some flowers for you”
At the market, the food was exchanged, so each family had a variety of food for it’s members. Some lioness who finished shopping gathered around the lions and talked to eachother. they discussed about his muscular body, breeds and how good would their cubs would be if they got pregnant with them. Some lioness already came over and gave the flowers.
Sakda sit there, he was a bit shy of being an subject of interest expecially in some sexual issue, also with lioness after lioness came over and over, gave him flowers, kissed, flirted, and molested him by words.
There was too much flowers until he need to take them with by his mouth.
After a brief moment, Ishaa came back holding small white flowers in her hand “Oh you’re so popular, look how you’re covered in flowers, let me help you” she removed some flower into the basket, Then she showed him the white flowers.
“Do you know these, they’re Jasmine, smell their characteristis scent” she handed the flower near his nose.
Sakda sniffed, the scent was strangly pleasing not like other flowers “This was good I like it” he said.
She put the flowers into his ear and said “Of course you do, do you know jasmine was also called ‘Mali’ in an old language.”
He felt a chill down his spine ‘Why does she have to mention the name, did she know something?” he thought.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fetish Other
Species Lion
Gender Multiple characters
Size 913 x 1280px
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