Sun sick [Joining!]

[Nuru]

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GOLDEN TRAGEDY

Nuru is one of those people you see in passing, and think about for the rest of the day. His body is thinly cut and seems to have very little muscle, this coupled with his abnormally long legs leaves for a striking memory all by itself. His pelt is a sleek jet black, which draws a striking contrast to his golden eyes and to his scar. He bears a strong resemble to his mother, some even mistake him for a lioness due to the soft cuve of his facail features. He has a few scrapes and brusies, but in terms of physical scars he only has the long scar running the lenght of his spine.

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[Unsure if I should put this so imma put i anyways~ TW for abandonment & (implied) verbal abuse also, he's not dead, just suffering from major dehydration issues]
Shivering in the sun, the black lion cub glanced around, his whimpers carrying a little too far for his pride. His mouth opened and closed, the thick prickly spines of flowering anxiety seemed to clog his throat, chocking any words from him.
No stop, you have to be strong. You're in the middle of nowhere - focus. What can you do to help yourself, you siviling, honorless, weakling The cub flinched at his own thoughts, though they were softer than the lashing he was used too. The words were dripping in his father's voice. His father, the one that raised him. His father, the one that left him here. His father. Nuru tried to think of him as something different. A monster, perhaps, with large teeth and reptilian skin though he couldn't imagine anything more disgusting than his old man's maw.
Nuru winced, drawing a paw over his own mouth. They weren't...that similar, were they? The cub hoped not. He had once heard his father call him feminine "just like his mother" and he dearly hoped his father was telling the truth. Their mother - he had heard she was a wonderful person. Too bad we had to come along and kill her...
"Gah!" He spat, shaking his head. "No, no, no - sad depressing thoughts - go away-" He shooed the air off to his right. With a huff, he got to his paws and took a deep breath. A new, strange sent smacked him in the face. A small, involuntary whimper staggered it's way out of him. This was the scent that his father - the great and powerful Illusionarycrown - had gotten wind of before he dropped the cub and left. No words. No goodbyes. Just gone.
And a part of Nuru was sad to see him go.
But now that we was here - in the outside world for the first time... Nuru supposed he'd have to fend for himself? His golden eyes flashed with panic.
A quick sniff told him that he was on the border - the divider between the clean air, and the weird smell. A border. He vaguely remembered a group. Snowbound, maybe? Was this where we was dropped off? Snowbound? It wasn't named well, was it? He glanced at the flowers nearby. So hot. I should find some water...
Or don't. No one wants to have you - look at you! So weak you're looking for permission to drink water! Pathetic.
The cub growled, getting to his feet. He didn't ask permission - he wouldn't ask permission from anyone anymore! A paw-step over the border later, and his confidence was evaporating quicker than any water he'd hope to find.
What if he dropped me off here to be killed? A small part of him whispered. What if there are assassins here and they're going to take me out? The thought was sewed into his mind, and the farther and farther into the area he traveled, the more and more the fear began to bloom. What if, what if, what if.
His head spun, the heat of the day pressing down on the cub, baking his skin and burning his scar. With shaking paws, the cub dropped to the ground. Mouth dry as a desert, he tried to call out.
What was going on? Was he poisoned? He knew it - he really was too weak to make it out alive. His father was right to abandon him.
Giving up, the cub just closed his eyes, and let the sun lull him into sleep.