THE LYING KING

Scar pt2

I was an orphan raised by the proud regal and independent Jaguarmen who instilled pride of my heritage and our divine abilities, the stealthy skilled and confident Lycaonmen who showed me how to pivot a plan how to adapt and not just depend on my knowledge but to learn from others and have faith in my intuition and go after my desires, they showed me I deserved whatever I wanted, and the respected kind and welcoming Great Yellow Lovebirdmen who showed me how to love my mate how to need her but also how to appreciate her they showed me the importance of romance and tenderness when loving even when it wasn't forever. A small village off the coast of Brazil; they all taught me about the kingdom I was from, that all mankind originated from and raised me to have pride in our heritage and my culture while welcoming me into their own. They had even created a neutral ground for me on the beach where I had been found. Saying “everyone deserved a safe place". Mine became the beach where I was carried by the waves and the sacred African Whalefolk to whom I owed my life. They also always assured me, that more of my kind existed, part of me didn't know if I could believe it. They had only heard things. They had never seen any hyenamen, and they didn't even know much about the war; or the anything about the old Kings acts of g******e; hell, even king Mufasa thought we were endangered and near extinction. I just hoped it wasn’t true, and believed that there were just as many of us as any other Were! It's just that our reputation had been so destroyed when we went into hiding a half a century ago and our history, our legacy, had been hidden. I realized in that moment it was a full moon; no wonder we couldn’t resist each other. We literally had melted into one another. I could suddenly feel her discomfort. I could feel the confusion in her heart, but was something else there, deeper than fear, confusion, and hell, even deeper than the attraction; it was resolve. She was determined to do something; it felt urgent, from my head to my loins; I felt a pull from her that I couldn’t break.