The Black Lion

By: The Black Lion

I am the Black Lion, strong, cunning, elegant. A natural hunter. The concrete jungle is my territory. I roam it day and night. I watch others in the jungle as they look upon me in fright. Knowing that at any minute I may attack. But today they need not worry for my belly is full, my thirst quenched. Instead, I'm in search of another prey. A mate!! Someone to roam the jungle with, to love and cherish, to protect and raise my litter with. But everyone is afraid of me because in the past I was strictly a hunter, dealing out pain and destruction, hurt and death. I was a product of my environment living off pure instinct. But I'm no longer that feared hunter, instead I'm a gentle beast longing for companionship. A mate!! Someone to share all that I am with. Someone to walk by my side as I travel through the jungle with me head held high. For I am a Black Lion, proud, strong, yet gentle and loving. King of the jungle.

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