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Son of Viango, the first king.
He didn’t wish to be king after his father, so when Solstias, the second king, was chosen instead, Spiera pledged to be his second.
Now, Spiera has stayed and lived to see the rule of two kings after his father, including that of the current king, the third, F’jord.
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[03-14-2024]{10 years, 5 months old}:
“Papa, what’s it like to be king?” His younger voice called out, looking upwards to the slim male whom sat at his side. A golden mane glistened over a soft mesh of blue and black, white markings rippling with every shift of the King’s muscles.
“‘What’s it like to be king’..” the King, Viango, pondered.
With a flip of his tail, he finally turned his gaze down towards his son. “I suppose it’s… a responsibility. I have to ensure that the entirety of my pride is safe and happy — that you are safe and happy. Though, I guess it’s also a privilege, one that can be easily lost.”
The cub tilted his head. “How?”
Shifting on his paws, Viango sighed. “Well, if I don’t make sure everyone is safe, I could lose them.. and a King without a pride is no king. Sure you can enjoy the perks of being a ‘king’, however if you take the duties you need to carry out for granted, there’s no point in them-”
The cub blinked up at him, eyes wide.
“-and I suppose you cubs count as a perk all on your own,” the king chuckled, placing a playful paw against the cubs side to knock him over.
With a yelp, the young cub struggled to regain his balance as his fathered laughed at his dramatic actions. Once he’d centered himself, he putted to his sire, before his gaze moved over the land in which their rock perch granted them.
“It sounds like a lot of work..”
“It is.”
Silence fell once more.. before the cub asked another question.
“Will I have to be king?”
Viango’s gaze fell to the grasses below thoughtfully, before he responded with a tilt of his head. “You’re first in line for the throne… but it’s up to you whether or not you wish to take it.”
Now it was the cubs turn to stop and think, soft pink eyes blankly gazing at the horizon.
“Not really… It seems like a lot of work-“
His father had to snort.
“-and besides, then there’d be nothing for you to do! You can just be king forever, if I don’t take the throne!”
Viango fell silent, his eyes dropping somberly yet lovingly to his cub, before he pressed his heavy paw to the other’s pallet marked head. “Never change.. little Spiera.”
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He shifted, jolting from the floor of his cave in which the rays of dawn spilled across the rocks. Shaking out a pale, albino mane, Spiera yawned. He’d surely grown ever bigger than his sire, though baring his looks. As he rolled to his paws, his tail lapping over his nest, he couldn’t help but reflect upon the gift his dreams had given him. “It was good to see you again, papa..”
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