When I found my way to the Shameless Lions project, I spent a long time trying to decide which lion to 'adopt.' There were other lions whose look appealed to me--one stark black and white one who I really loved. But I kept coming back to this lion. The one with all the open eyes.
He followed me around, intruded into odd and random thoughts, even into my dreams. It was not always comfortable--being stared at by this beast.
He misses nothing. Even when he sleeps, the eyes are watching. They see into the heart of all possible stories, the past, the present, the future. Truth to tell, he makes me nervous.
So I asked to adopt him, though I think it fair to say he adopted me. I think he will keep me honest, force me to look clearly at my writing, to dig deeper and always find the truth. He won't let me take the easy path.
It took a few days, but he finally revealed his name to me. Lucidus Keen. Named for the clarity of his vision and the sharpness of his claws. He is no cuddly pet or comforting talisman, but a force of nature, unpredictable as the weather and as changeable.
I hope I am worthy of him.