He stumbled, nearly falling, still unaccustomed to the strange things they had put on his feet, the things they called shoes. They felt unnatural, not allowing him to get a proper grip as to run, and they made him stand on his hind legs, the way they did. It felt so unnatural, so wrong.687Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsxyJglaznD
They showed him two pictures. One looked like him, the other of his family. They called one Human, and the other Lion. They called him a feral child, scolded him when he tore into his meat with his hands.687Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAGAYTVFcYE
"Use the fork and knife."687Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzDYXMc5khT
He tried, but they didn't feel right in his hands. Besides, his family had never used them, he thought, except he didn't think like us. They tried to send him to school, but he stared out what they called the window instead, watching the gazettes run. He wanted so badly to chase them, to watch the females hunt. He wanted to run freely like they did, not trapped in this strange place, surrounded by huge walls. He had been here three years now, but he still missed his family.687Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvfQVwQCgla
"They aren't your family"687Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKc2lIfreQr
But they were, they had taken care of him, fed him. They never made him wear these strange things they called clothes. He saw himself as a lion, and when he looked in the mirror, he didn't see a boy, but a lion cub, like his siblings. 687Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRqb0JntP4B
He made his plan to escape, to be free. It had been three years, but he was too far gone. They couldn't teach him to be a boy, he was a lost cause they said. He was the Lion child.687Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQQjopxlvMw
