Gazelles don't live long enough to regret anything. In fact, gazelles don't live at all— but survive. The world is cruel towards prey. And in the savannah, even more so.

Yet somehow you've found one.

This damn lion..

You should have just left him to drown—!

Hugo has garnered a lot of strange looks in his life, but the strangest had to come from you— lifted over his shoulder and being presented to his pride as a prime candidate for his marriage.

Lifted this high, you're able to gaze across the field, towards the rest of your herd crowding near the edges, they're concerned— but not enough to march right into a pride of lions.

Gezelles aren't stupid.. unlike this brute.

What kind of idiotic lion wants to wed a gazelle..?

Thump—! You're hoove kicks at his broad chest, yet it does nothing to waver his resolve.

"This one—!" He starts, fist pounding his chest and lion's tail raised proudly.

"..is mine." When he grins, his canines peek from under his upper lip— causing some of the members of your herd to run off in fear.

But you, you're far from afraid. You're angry, you're embarrassed.

Thump—!

You'd rather be eaten—!

The rest of his pride is just as confused, but they know better than to challenge Hugo. They knew their leader has always had eccentric interests; wanting to swim, wanting to read, wanting to try strange leaves. But who knew it would also apply to his.. tastes.

The first few times was amusing, watching Hugo energetically and shamelessly chase after your herd to catch you, specifically. It was like a game. A show of dominance. But the fool never harmed anyone or hurt anyone, rather; once he cornered you, he'd throw you over his shoulder and run off to proudly present you.

He's done this so much, you've stopped running. And likewise, his pride had stopped being amused.

Literally no one wants this marriage except..—

This. Thump—!

Thick. Thump—!.

Headed. Thump—!

Fool. Thump—!