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"If you wish to be with your son, Come to the Moon Woods with Tygra, and Your generals, Panthro and Grune."
The massive forest stretched out before the four, With Claudus looking at the map provided.
"The Moon Woods..." Panthro said shaking his head. "I...Don't recall a forest being here."
"What do you mean?" Tygra asked.
"Me and Grune have been on this road countless times, But we never came across this forest...It's spooky." Panthro explained. "It's like it grew out of nowhere."
"...This is too fishy. I'm calling the Guard." Grune said reaching for the horn mounted to his hip, But his king stopped him.
"Have you forgotten? Lion-O was captured, in the middle of Thundera, in broad daylight no less." Claudus began. "Until we know what we're dealing with, I'm refusing to risk any of my soldiers' lives... And besides..." He drew the Sword of Omens. "This...Is personal." Claudus growled swinging the blade, summoning a slice of light, the crescent beam cut through the thorns that barred the way inside.
The four made their way into the forest, With Panthro jumping at every small noise. "Seriously, Dark Magic Forest. appearing out of nowhere? Doesn't that bother anyone at all?" Panthro asked again.
"Quit being so paranoid, Or is the big general afraid of the dark?" Tygra teased. Grune chuckled at that. Their footsteps slowed as they arrived at their destination. Before the four was a silver castle, embedded in the trunk of a massive willow tree with glowing leaves, the curtain of foliage swaying like a ghost.
The four pushed the heavy doors open, letting them into the main hall, the walls looked like they had veins running through them. Carrying a blue liquid.
"...I was wondering when you were going to arrive."
The four looked up the center staircase, seeing someone walking down it from the top, it was a wolf, wearing a blue bathrobe as he trod down the steps slowly, his long hair flowing behind him. "I'm assuming you're here to pick up, Lion-o?" The Wolf asked, before holding his hands up. "Forgive me. Manners, I am Lord Wolfrun, Master of Magic, Rewriter of Fate, I brought all of you here to reveal something...Or better yet, Actions speak louder than words." He then opened a small portal and reached in, pulling out a large orb and throwing it toward the four.
As the orb rolled closer. The group looked closer and realized it contained a severed head, but not just any severe head...
"Mumm-Ra, the Everliving..."
His face was that depicted in stories, of course, it was twisted in a look of fury and disbelief, the wolf chuckled.
"The old ragged has bin was quite ungrateful after I set him free, Wanting me to sink as low as becoming his student, How disgraceful," Wolfrun said chuckling. "After I destroyed his soul and body, his benefactors wanted me to take his place." He held up a piece of thin chain with four small figures bound to it. "...Of course, My soul is worth more than dark power, So I made a better deal, They leave this planet alone, And I...Don't eradicate them from existence." He then crushed all four figures in his hand.
"Where...Is...My...Son...?" Claudus growled, sword drawn.
"Downstairs in a cell, Don't worry, I treated him well," Wolfrun smirked. "You can find him if you go down the stairway to your left." Wolfrun then vanished before adding. "...You may even like what I have in store for you once you see him!" He laughed.
Suddenly, the doors behind them slammed shut, locking tightly. Panthro and Grune began to ram into it in a vain attempt to break it open. "Damn it!" Panthro growled.
"I'm going to get my son." Claudus told the three. "Stay here and watch for that Wolf." He sheath the sword before walking over to the door on the left.
"Understood, Father." Tygra said nodding watching Claudus leave.
"I don't understand, Is this wolf toying with us?!" Grune yelled after another attempt to break down the doors.
"He claims he killed Mumm-ra...Just who is this wolf?" Panthro said rubbing his shoulder. Suddenly, something pricked his neck. "Gah!"
"What's wrong?" Tygra said before a small needle hit his neck as well, before Grune. "Wha..." Tygra reached up and pulled the needle out of his neck. "...Sleep...Darts?!" Tygra began to lose strength as he suddenly fell to the floor, followed by Panthro and Grune.
After a moment, three figures walked towards them from their hiding spots. "Strip them of their clothes and have them collared. The Master wishes them to be restrained as soon as possible." The middle figure said. "...And make sure they each drink a bottle's worth of Sin Ichor, we can't take any chances..." Soon, the three cats were dragged away deeper into Wolfrun's castle...
Claudus entered the mist-filled prison, Approaching the row of cells as he searched for his son. As he looked into the bars of the first room. He spotted a figure chained against the wall of the cell, He quickly used the sword of Omens to slash through the steel door.
His son had been stripped of his clothes, wearing only a brown loincloth, around his neck was a gold collar, his hair had grown longer, covering his eyes a bit. "F...Father...?" The lion said weakly.
"Son!" Claudus then quickly ripped off the shackles with his bare hands. "I'm glad your safe." He embrace him, his son returning the hug.
"I...Missed you, father...So much." Lion-o said holding him tighter.
"I'll let you rest, but we don't have time." Claudus push him away slightly. He looked at the collar around Lion-o's neck. "What has that Wolf done to you!? Your collared like some slave..."
Lion-o was silent. "...I...I need a weapon..."
Claudus looked around, took a steel bar from the destroyed cell door, and handed it to Lion-O. "Stay behind me." Claudus ordered. "We're not safe till we get home..."
Lion-O looked at the bar in his hands, gripping it tightly.
"We already are home, father."
Suddenly, before the king could react, he was beaten on the back of his head by the steel bar. Hitting the floor hard. As he lost consciousness, he caught a glimpse of Lion-O holding both the Gauntlet and Sword of Omens. His eyes glowed a deep violet. "Well done, My pet." A familiar voice said chuckling as Claudus finally lost sight of the waking world.
*One hour later...*
Lion-o was laying naked in the wolf's bed, his arms bound to the posts behind him as his cock twitched, his body propped up by soft pillows. The wolf, slowly stripping out of his robes, approached the bound Lion with stride. He crawled onto the bed and straddled on top of him. "You did well, pet..." Wolfrun said before passionately making out with the prince, the lion moaned as he returned the kiss with eagerness. "Your father will be sleeping for some time...And I already dealt with his guard. They are now being detained in a peaceful rest while I prepare them for their new lives." The Wolf said breaking away. Before licking Lion-O's cheek. "... Let's have some fun...Just you and me..." He began to kiss Lion-O's chest, trailing lower and lower with each taste.
"Take me, My lord..." Lion-o gasped out as the wolf reached his member, licking it as the lion shuddered.
"It'll be my pleasure."