[The feed clicks on with a skitter, a rattle, a dark and velvety shadow completely obscuring the camera, a soft whiff of air in something that might be a snort of impatience, and then--]
[Pass by a certain alleyway and you might see a coyote leaned up against the wall, nonchalant, watching the passersby, maybe thinking about asking for a handout...]
[Oh, look. It's a coyote. Lion eyes don't miss much, especially not when it comes to other animals. And the really nice thing about being a lion is that there's really very little to be afraid of. Fear is for prey animals. Lions are nothing but sleek confidence.
So she stops at the mouth of the alleyway, flicking her tail as she turns to look at this fellow creature, evidently afflicted by the same curse as she is today.]
[Team Lion probably always wins. Team Scavenger just hangs out in the wildcard slot in all the tournaments. He inclines his head, flicks an ear, licks his nose... ... ... After a bit, he decides to try this talking thing (weird teeth and all) and he succeeds in a raspy sort of scratch of a sound.]
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So she stops at the mouth of the alleyway, flicking her tail as she turns to look at this fellow creature, evidently afflicted by the same curse as she is today.]
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...Hello.
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Hello.
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[Another nice perk of being a lion--the supreme confidence. A lion is never not in charge.]
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Could be worse.
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You?
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