Leo the Lion (open to all)

Leo was tired,groggy. He had been traveling from the woods to the districts. It wasn't a great life but it was better than going to the capitol. No one would hurt him out here in the woods, more importantly he wouldn't have to hurt them. His old jeans were all that he wore,baggy and light faded blue. It was only morning but he had been up all night chopping wood,and sweat rolled off of him like he was rained on. Every part of his body was sore. His feet were bare, as usual. He had one pair of tennis shoes but prefer to go bare. His toes could feel the soft succulent sweet grass of the wilds, the little bit of uncontaminated land. The dew,although cold with the morning chill felt nice. Two giant hybrids of sometimes of oak tree surrounded either side of him. He was in a small clearing. Standing 6' 2'' and holding and axe by its handle,hanging at his side. Now the only bit of sun coming up shone off the silver tip of the axe. The handle was old and carried splinters. His heart hurt,it had to pump twice as fast to function with the cold morning air. The body had to warm the oxygen up to use it,unlike already warm air. He was breathing heavy but making it as silently as possible. A pile of logs sat behind one full lush tree. His legs were tired as well. The tall boy walked beside a tree and slid down the bark to the ground. He had one knee raised and pulled towards him, the other leg outstretched. His left hand,still on the axe, laid beside him, while his right elbow rested on his raised right knee. He ran his hand through his messy mop of black hair. He would need to wash soon.... his deep brown eyes started to close behind thick lashes but then he heard a rustle and his eyes shot open. Calmly he scanned the trees, saw nothing and started to relax again