Description
This is Logol—once a powerful ruler of the Marsh Pride alongside his brother Halftail. I found him alone in the early light one morning, his mane thick with age, his face carved with the history of countless battles. Though his reign has since passed, the weight of his presence still remains. There was no roar, no display—just a steady, unflinching gaze that reminded me that kings don’t need crowns to be recognized.
This portrait isn't just of a lion—it's of legacy, of survival, and the quiet strength that lingers long after power fades.