red ribbon lion king

Chapter 18 Reviving the pride of the lions (2)
When it began to rub its buttocks, the red streamer raised its back, its mane spread freely, its eyes were wide open, its mouth was breathing heavily, and it looked like it was blowing its beard and staring after its privileges were violated.It was overjoyed, ok, get angry and roar, what I want is the awakening of your lion consciousness!However, it was too early to rejoice.The angry state of the red streamer blowing his beard and staring only lasted a few seconds, as if he had been hit by a sap all of a sudden, his wild mane closed like a mimosa, his tense limbs softened like melting snow, and finally he fell limply. Glancing at it, he lay down.

It walks along the borderline, dripping urine along the way.Oh, the smell agrees, this territory belongs to me, you are a big lion, are you not angry?Shame or shame?

The red streamer simply closed her eyes and dozed off.

This guy must have remembered the tragic past of the looting of the territory and heirs at a critical moment, his enthusiasm was hindered, and his inferiority complex struck, so he canceled his plan to compete with it to arrange the scent boundary.The wasp-waisted lioness suddenly became angry and cried all day long. Can the demon who invaded the territory and killed the cub cry to death?Trapped in the quagmire of sorrow, dejected and lifeless, isn't this slow suicide?The more it thought about it, the angrier it became, and it swooped back to the red streamer, baring its teeth and roaring loudly:

——Fortunately, you are still a lion, and you can't even get up the energy to arrange the scent boundary line, what a wimp!
The red streamer jumped up in panic, posing for a fight.

——I don't want to live with a walking dead, or I must cheer up and arrange the boundary line of smell, or I will leave you forever!
The wasp-waisted lioness roared like an ultimatum.

The red streamer hesitated and walked towards the border.The wasp-waisted lioness followed behind as if escorting a captive.This is called hard and soft, forcing the red streamer to submit, forcing the red streamer to build up the confidence to live again.

When it reached the boundary line, the red streamer casually rubbed its body against the rock a few times, then stood still.It can be seen that it is not very interested in laying out the boundary line of smell.

——Well, you can't even frighten a rabbit if you arrange the scent boundary line like this!The wasp-waisted lioness hit the red streamer with her body in dissatisfaction, and let out a warning growl.

The red streamer glanced at the wasp-waisted lioness with a look of incomprehension, as if to say: Is this useful?Can you stop those brutal invaders?

——You must arrange the scent boundary line, this is your inescapable responsibility and obligation!
The red streamer seems to be forced to do a hard labor, with a sour expression, slowly hanging the fallen mane on the branches and rock corners, and pouring hot urine on the grass and gravel.It plays the role of a dishonest hired hand. If the wasp-waisted lioness is not paying attention, it will run a few steps, cut corners, and leave a long scent vacancy.After urinating, I don't bother to drink water to replenish; after defecating, I don't eat to make up, to deal with errands, perfunctory.It took three days to set up a circle of scent boundaries before it was barely finished.The quality is messed up, the smell is uneven, some conspicuous places have not been smelled, and some blind corners that cannot be reached are sloppy. It is a poor quality project.

Still, the wasp-waisted lioness felt a sense of relief.Although the quality is poor, it is very important to encircle the boundary line with the smell of the red streamer after all. For male lions, if the scent boundary line is arranged, they will naturally have a feeling of being the master of the house, and then have the desire to defend the territory. A sense of responsibility slowly sprouts the courage and courage to accept challenges and overcome crises.

I hope so, the wasp-waisted lioness prayed secretly.

The bright moon hangs high, and the earth seems to be coated with a layer of silver light.Fireflies flashed orange spots and flew back and forth in the air.In the distance, a wild cat called Chun, its voice hoarse and unpleasant.

Suddenly, from the direction of the Kaza lion group, there was the sound of a tree branch being broken, as if something was moving.The wasp-waisted lioness woke up from her sleep and pricked up her ears vigilantly to listen.

Cha la cha la, the sound is getting louder and louder.After a while, a male lion suddenly appeared on the boundary line of the scent.Through the moonlight, the wasp-waisted lioness saw that this was a half-grown male lion whose mane had not yet fully grown. Its body was only [-]/[-] of the size of a normal male lion. At a glance, it is known that it is a wandering lion wandering around the world.

This guy stood in front of the scent boundary, sniffing the excrement smeared on the tree trunk by the red ribbon for a while, and poking his head into the gourd wasteland for a while, wanting to come in but not daring, with a look of hesitation.Yesterday evening, it and the red streamer hunted a baby rhinoceros. It didn't finish eating, and half of it was left. It was hidden in the bushes and prepared for tomorrow's breakfast. This guy must have smelled the sweet smell of rhinoceros meat and was hungry. If you want to cross the boundary line of smell to steal, but you are afraid of being killed by lions in the territory, you dare not act rashly.

The wasp-waisted lioness pushed the red streamer sleeping beside her with her paws: Wake up, there is a stray male lion who wants to steal our rhino meat, go and drive him away!

The wasp-waisted lioness knows that this kind of fledgling half-grown male lions are not strong enough, their minions are not sharp enough, and their experience is not rich enough. Generally, they dare not provoke the big male lions with territories. Rods, mouse guts, frightened birds, as long as the red streamer utters a mighty and majestic roar, they will immediately run away in fright.

Probably because the stomach was so hungry that the feeling of hunger suppressed the sense of fear. The half-grown lion, whose mane had not yet fully grown, hesitated for a while, stepped into the boundary of the scent, lowered its body, shrank its head, and quietly hid itself. Rhinoceros bushes touched.

It's all about the posture of a thief, the guts of a thief, the behavior of a thief.

The red streamer was still lying there, without any movement.The wasp-waisted lioness thought it was too deep in sleep and didn't wake up, so she raised her front paws to push again. As soon as her sensitive paws landed on the red streamer, she immediately felt the red streamer's body twitch and tremble. Turning his head and looking, under the moonlight, the red streamer opened his eyes wide and woke up a long time ago. His eyes dodged, appearing frightened and uneasy. His tongue stuck out of his mouth and hung limply on his lips, showing his inner cowardice.

A half-sized male lion who is still young will scare you into such a state. If a big and strong male lion really comes, I am afraid that your soul will be scared away!The wasp-waisted lioness groaned inwardly.It slapped the red ribbon on the back angrily.Slap, the crisp slapping sound is particularly loud in the silence of the night.The red streamer was terrified, and jumped up and put on a running posture. If at this time, the half-big male lion roared and jumped a few steps in this direction, the red streamer would definitely turn around and run away.Fortunately, the half-big male lion was also startled by the crisp slapping sound, stood still, twisted its waist and bent its tail to make a fleeing gesture, a pair of eyes full of doubt and fear flashed in the darkness Faint green light.

The wasp-waisted lioness immediately jumped up and roared with all her might.Ugh——the sound was especially loud in the dark night, like a landslide.The half-big male lion wailed, and escaped from the gourd wasteland by rolling and crawling.

Finally, the kid didn't take advantage of anything, the wasp-waisted lioness breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, the sky gradually brightened, and the red streamer ran to the Dishui Spring to drink water. The wasp-legged lioness clawed through the bushes and dug out the leftover half of the rhinoceros from last night, preparing to have breakfast with the red streamer.

The sky was cloudy, and the wind was blowing from the southwest, and the strong wind made the branches and grass rustle.At this moment, in the direction of Patilu's lion group in the upwind, vomit—a lion's roar was heard.Objectively speaking, this lion's roar is full of confidence, melancholy and powerful, with the demeanor and bearing of a king.From the two characteristics of the change of tone from low to high and the upturn of the tail, it is easy to tell that this is the roar of the big male lion, the yellow giant mane, the leader of the Patilu lion group.However, the roar was still far away, and it was because of the downwind that it came so clearly. If the wind was headwind or calm, the roar would never be heard.Also, from the relatively stable and long voice, it can be heard that this roar has no specific direction, it is nothing more than a comfortable mood, roaring against the wind, and showing off its prestige, it does not constitute a substantial threat to them, so there is no need to pay attention to it , can be completely ignored.

The wasp-waisted lioness took it calmly and still gnawed on the cub, enjoying her breakfast with relish.However, this lion's roar hit the red ribbon like a strong current.I saw the red streamer trembling all over, and I didn't care to drink the water, and ran wildly, as if a ghost was catching it from behind.

——Ouch, don't run away, the devil is still far away!The wasp-waisted lioness shouted at the back of the red streamer, wanting the red streamer to stop.But the red streamer was like a rabbit cast a fetus, so frightened that he didn't dare to turn his head back, he fled into the Bhatia Desert in one breath, and soon disappeared.

In the evening, the red streamer did not come back. The wasp-backed lioness had no choice but to run into the Batia Desert, and found the red streamer in a hidden sand ditch when it was dark. Gourd Wasteland.

Since these two things happened, the red streamer has become more nervous. Birds flapping their wings and flying out of the bushes, and muntjacs running around in the grass with all four hooves will startle it.When preying, I finally bit a zebra over. As long as there are other lions in the distance, or the roar of other lions, I will immediately abandon the food, no matter how hungry I am.While sleeping, those who slept well will suddenly be awakened by nightmares, jump up and run wildly, like being possessed by an evil spirit.

That morning, after eating, the wasp-waisted lioness saw a few broken bones and some blood stains on the mane on the side of the red streamer's neck. , to clean it up.The tongue of the wasp-waisted lioness licked the mane on the side of the neck of the red streamer like a comb.A terrible thing happened, the mane hair fell off in strands and stuck to the tip of its tongue like withered grass.It couldn't help shivering.When a lion loses its mane, it is like an eagle losing its feathers. It can't help but lose its prestige, and it is also a harbinger and symbol of being eliminated.

The wasp-waisted lioness understands that for a male lion, once the inner world becomes cowardly and inferior, even if the scent boundary line is set, it is equal to zero.

After that, the mane of the red streamer fell more and more quickly, and the color changed from bright red to purple and dry, just like leaves in the bleak autumn wind, gradually withering and turning yellow.Soon, the long mane that fluttered around the neck was gone, revealing a desolation.At this speed, in less than three months, all the mane hairs on the head and spine of the red streamer will fall off, and it will become a pitiful male lion without hyenas.

A male lion without a mane is a despised and cast aside character, equated with a beggar in human society, it will be difficult to stand up again.

My God, is the Frustrated Lion Syndrome really incurable?Could it be that the red streamer really became a useless lion?
No, no, it can't give up its efforts, it must let the red ribbon stand up again and become an indomitable lion!thought the wasp-waisted lioness.

(End of this chapter)