JLA Watchtower (Archive)

Africa is nice, peaceful. The Beast was happy living in a pride of lions in Africa, thinking himself one. After months of a happy, simple, animal living, he was hunting, stalking a gazelle to bring back food for the cubs, when suddenly he feels a prick in his side. He turns his maned head to notice a small dart sticking near his ribs. His vision beginst to blur, and he yawns sleepily. His limbs begin to feel heavier and heavier, and he turns, trying to run back to the pride, but he stumbles and falls. He roars in defiance, challenging whatever is doing this to him, and then falls unconcious.

He woke up in a similar place, there were savannah grasses, and several other lions, some sleeping, others walking about. But something was wrong, the place smelled strange. Of smog, of strange things cooking, and of humans. He turned his head, and stumbled back in surprise to see a large group of humans looking at him and the other lions. He roars in confusion, walking towards them, and roaring in warning. This place was strange, but it was still his territory. Some of the humans seemed amused, others, mostly the small ones, seemed to react in the intended way, running back. He quickly turned his head roaring for the other lions to help him, but they seemed amused at his reaction, much like the humans.

Beast became slowly used to all of this over the next few weeks. Apparently he was in something called a 'zoo'. Whatever that was, humans came and looked at him, which was slightly wierd. Why he was brought here was still a mystery, but he had long since stopped caring. He was getting free food!