The tide of people crushed against each other. Not fleeing, what would be the point, after all. They could run, but their legs, or even their vehicles, could carry them only so far, and that trip would end just the same. One in every crowd fled, regardless, but for the majority, there was simply no point, as they looked into the sky, and felt the power above them.
Far into the heavens, his head lost in the mists of clouds that seemed to have formed into a crown around his visage, the great lion stood. His loincloth billowed a little, in the winds, but he seemed not to notice, his gaze sweeping from one horizon, and then back again to the other, before finally coming down, staring at them, the weight of his eyes pressing them into the ground beneath.
Kion smiled, to himself, to them, it was hard for him to remember, as his sharp eyes saw the looks on their faces, each one looking panicked, looking fearful. This was what it meant to be in power, and he relished it, loving the warmth of his pride as it filled him, and so he lifted his foot up, wriggling the toes to drop a few loose bits of debris onto the ground below, before bringing it down.
His eyes went cross for a moment, and he pictured Fuli in his mind, wishing she were here, as a thrill shot up his spine, causing him to shake with delight. His stance was unsteady, for just a moment, his knees almost giving out, but he caught himself, letting the wave of his enjoyment ebb a little, as he pulled his foot away, to gaze at his handiwork, a print left in the world , one that would stand against weather and all others, for eons to come, a permanent mark of his passing...of his domination.
