Deep within the heart of the Don DACA Forest a realm Untouched by human hands. Lived pingala. He was a lion of unmatched Majesty, the Undisputed King of the beasts. His court was vast filled with leopards wolves and foxes. When pingala Ka roared, the very leaves of the great Banyan trees trembled, and the forest Bound in absolute obedience But true power is a fragile thing easily shaken, by the unknown. One evening, a sound echoed Through the Jungle. It was not a roar. It was not a howl. It was a deep resonant Earth shattering Bellow. Benggala drinking at the riverbank froze. The water dripped from his golden name. He had never heard such a sound in all his years. Fear cold and unfamiliar gripped. The king's heart believing a monster had invaded his territory. The mighty lion retreated hiding deep within his confidence entirely shattered. Watching from the Shadows was Dominica. Dominica was a jackal, a former minister of the king's court who had been cast aside and forgotten. He was small physically weak, but his mind, his mind was a Labyrinth of sharp edges and toxic ambition. He saw the king shivering in his cave. He smiled a king in fear is a king, who needs a savior. Dominica approached. The cavern bowing low. My king heard, his voice dripping with false concern. Why do you hide from the wind? Pink. I confessed his Terror of the Monstrous sound Dominica bowed. Again, do not fear my Lord. I shall find the Beast and discover its true nature. The Jackal ventured into the forest and soon. Found the source of the noise. It was no monster. It was sanjeeva. A massive, magnificent bull. Sanjeeva had been abandoned by a travelling Marchant when he fell in the mud having miraculously recovered. He was now wandering, the forest fat, on the lush green grass, bellowing out of sheer Joy. Dominick his mind raced he approached the bull puffing out his chest, the king of the forest, demands your presence, He barked he then led the gentle giant back to the lion presenting him as a prize hoping to be rewarded with the highest seat in the court. But fate played a cruel trick on the jackal. When pingala The Lion and sanjeeva the bull met, there was no violence. The lion was mesmerized by the Bulls calm wisdom, his stories of human cities and agriculture, the bull admired, the Lions strength, and Noble heart. Within days, the predator and the prey became Inseparable. They spent their days grazing and resting under the Banyan Tree. Lost in deep philosophical conversation. The king forgot his court, he forgot his duties and worst of all, he completely forgot Dominica. Months passed, the court was starving because the lion no longer hunted. Dominican seething with jealousy and rage realized that to regain his power. He had to destroy this beautiful friendship He began his work. Like a slow acting Venom. First, he slithered into the lion's cave when the bull was away my king. He whispered his eyes wide with fake panic, I risk my life to tell you this but my loyalty demands, it Sanji vodka, the bull, he plans to kill you. Lies benggala. Gerard, he is my brother. Is he Dominica? Countered smoothly. He is a grass, eater. He measures your strength daily. He has realized you have grown soft. Watch him. My King when he approaches you next. See if he lowers his horns and preparation for a charge. Seed of Doubt was planted. Dominica, then Scurry to the meadow to find the bull. Oh, Noble my heart breaks for you. The lion has to see you. He is only waiting for you to grow fatter. He plans to Feast on your flesh tomorrow. When you see him watch his tail, if it Twitches, he is preparing to strike. The next morning, the forest was deathly, quiet. A thick fog rolled across the grass. Sanchi vodka, the bull walked slowly toward the Banyan Tree. His mind was Poisoned With Fear remembering the jackals words. He lowered his heavy sharp horns defensively. Bengali got the Lion's door waiting. He saw the lowered horns, his heart shattered. The Jackal was right. He thought he comes to kill me in a surge of defensive Panic. The Lion's Tail twitched fiercely. The bull saw the twitch, he prepares to strike. With a deafening Roar and a thunderous Bellow, the Dew best friends. Collided The Earth shook dust blocked out the sun. It was a battle of Titans horns. Tore, through flesh. Claws. Ripped through muscle the forest echoed with their Roars of betrayal and pain. They fought for hours fueled, not by hatred, but by the tragic illusion of self-defense. Finally silence fell over the Don DACA Forest. Benggala covered in blood, stood Victorious At His Feet. Lay the lifeless body of sunshine The lion looked down at his Fallen Friend. The adrenaline faded replaced by a crushing suffocating grief, he realized too late the absurdity of it all he had murdered his only True Companion. From the Shadows Dominica stepped forward. He walked over the bloody grass and bowed low before the Weeping King. you have eliminated, the trader, my king, The Jackal sets, smoothly, the court is yours once more, Benggala did not Roar. He did not speak, he simply stared into the void. The Jackal regained, his seat of power ruling from the shadows of a broken gang. Kingdom saved, but a soul entirely destroyed by the Venom of a whispered lie.

Deep within the heart of the Don DACA Forest a realm Untouched by human hands. Lived pingala. He was a lion of unmatched Majesty, the Undisputed King of the beasts. His court was vast filled with leopards wolves and foxes. When pingala Ka roared, the very leaves of the great Banyan trees trembled, and the forest Bound in absolute obedience But true power is a fragile thing easily shaken, by the unknown. One evening, a sound echoed Through the Jungle. It was not a roar. It was not a howl. It was a deep resonant Earth shattering Bellow. Benggala drinking at the riverbank froze. The water dripped from his golden name. He had never heard such a sound in all his years. Fear cold and unfamiliar gripped. The king's heart believing a monster had invaded his territory. The mighty lion retreated hiding deep within his confidence entirely shattered. Watching from the Shadows was Dominica. Dominica was a jackal, a former minister of the king's court who had been cast aside and forgotten. He was small physically weak, but his mind, his mind was a Labyrinth of sharp edges and toxic ambition. He saw the king shivering in his cave. He smiled a king in fear is a king, who needs a savior. Dominica approached. The cavern bowing low. My king heard, his voice dripping with false concern. Why do you hide from the wind? Pink. I confessed his Terror of the Monstrous sound Dominica bowed. Again, do not fear my Lord. I shall find the Beast and discover its true nature. The Jackal ventured into the forest and soon. Found the source of the noise. It was no monster. It was sanjeeva. A massive, magnificent bull. Sanjeeva had been abandoned by a travelling Marchant when he fell in the mud having miraculously recovered. He was now wandering, the forest fat, on the lush green grass, bellowing out of sheer Joy. Dominick his mind raced he approached the bull puffing out his chest, the king of the forest, demands your presence, He barked he then led the gentle giant back to the lion presenting him as a prize hoping to be rewarded with the highest seat in the court. But fate played a cruel trick on the jackal. When pingala The Lion and sanjeeva the bull met, there was no violence. The lion was mesmerized by the Bulls calm wisdom, his stories of human cities and agriculture, the bull admired, the Lions strength, and Noble heart. Within days, the predator and the prey became Inseparable. They spent their days grazing and resting under the Banyan Tree. Lost in deep philosophical conversation. The king forgot his court, he forgot his duties and worst of all, he completely forgot Dominica. Months passed, the court was starving because the lion no longer hunted. Dominican seething with jealousy and rage realized that to regain his power. He had to destroy this beautiful friendship He began his work. Like a slow acting Venom. First, he slithered into the lion's cave when the bull was away my king. He whispered his eyes wide with fake panic, I risk my life to tell you this but my loyalty demands, it Sanji vodka, the bull, he plans to kill you. Lies benggala. Gerard, he is my brother. Is he Dominica? Countered smoothly. He is a grass, eater. He measures your strength daily. He has realized you have grown soft. Watch him. My King when he approaches you next. See if he lowers his horns and preparation for a charge. Seed of Doubt was planted. Dominica, then Scurry to the meadow to find the bull. Oh, Noble my heart breaks for you. The lion has to see you. He is only waiting for you to grow fatter. He plans to Feast on your flesh tomorrow. When you see him watch his tail, if it Twitches, he is preparing to strike. The next morning, the forest was deathly, quiet. A thick fog rolled across the grass. Sanchi vodka, the bull walked slowly toward the Banyan Tree. His mind was Poisoned With Fear remembering the jackals words. He lowered his heavy sharp horns defensively. Bengali got the Lion's door waiting. He saw the lowered horns, his heart shattered. The Jackal was right. He thought he comes to kill me in a surge of defensive Panic. The Lion's Tail twitched fiercely. The bull saw the twitch, he prepares to strike. With a deafening Roar and a thunderous Bellow, the Dew best friends. Collided The Earth shook dust blocked out the sun. It was a battle of Titans horns. Tore, through flesh. Claws. Ripped through muscle the forest echoed with their Roars of betrayal and pain. They fought for hours fueled, not by hatred, but by the tragic illusion of self-defense. Finally silence fell over the Don DACA Forest. Benggala covered in blood, stood Victorious At His Feet. Lay the lifeless body of sunshine The lion looked down at his Fallen Friend. The adrenaline faded replaced by a crushing suffocating grief, he realized too late the absurdity of it all he had murdered his only True Companion. From the Shadows Dominica stepped forward. He walked over the bloody grass and bowed low before the Weeping King. you have eliminated, the trader, my king, The Jackal sets, smoothly, the court is yours once more, Benggala did not Roar. He did not speak, he simply stared into the void. The Jackal regained, his seat of power ruling from the shadows of a broken gang. Kingdom saved, but a soul entirely destroyed by the Venom of a whispered lie.