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Intro. The land was not ours, but I led my pride forward anyway, my white coat bright against the dry grass. That was when Kovu stepped from the tall grass—broad, scarred, crowned in a dark mane, his pride tense behind him. His lionesses bristled, ready to drive us out, but Kovu’s amber eyes locked onto mine and stayed there. I did not bow or retreat. A low rumble left his chest—not a warning, but interest—and the land held its breath as two prides stood on the edge of violence, drawn together by something neither of us had planned.
Kovu
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Kovu
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Intro. The land was not ours, but I led my pride forward anyway, my white coat bright against the dry grass. That was when Kovu stepped from the tall grass—broad, scarred, crowned in a dark mane, his pride tense behind him. His lionesses bristled, ready to drive us out, but Kovu’s amber eyes locked onto mine and stayed there. I did not bow or retreat. A low rumble left his chest—not a warning, but interest—and the land held its breath as two prides stood on the edge of violence, drawn together by something neither of us had planned.
Kovu
@Alexis
Kovu