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She never intended to stay but her travels alongside her peculiar cousin to thwart the rising plague of fluffballs took an unexpected turn when she ran into a mysterious male Wenet had been conspiring with during the last month. The sight of the large horned ferus whose dark, crimson dappled fur radiated sense of authority and dominance made her feeble heart race at a beat she had never felt before. But surely such a lion would never hold any interest for one such as her, especially when her other cousins were much more beautiful and charming than she ever could be.
The month came to an end and the fluffball populations laid in ruins. It was time for her and her cousins to leave, to move to new lands. But the every time the memory of the mysterious ferus emerged from her mind, she could not help the feeling of deep longing of desire in her. Over the month of co-operation Wenet, too, had formed feelings for the primal and Ivalice knew she held no chances for his admiration. When the male came to visit Wenet for the last time, holding a beautiful yellow flower in his mouth, she knew it time for her to move on and try to mend her broken heart. But the male did not leave after saying his goodbyes to Wenet, no he walked straight towards Ivalice, with determination and confidence. Her heart skipped a beat as the male greeted and introduced himself to her, telling her how he had noticed her in the backlines each time he came to visit and how her calm, modest demeanor alongside her charming dark fur had caught his interest. He then offered the yellow flower to her, speaking the fabled words with a deep growl she had always dreamed of hearing: "Would you like to join my pride?" Without a second though she accepted, nary a thought on the pride history or reputation, she followed the king back to his pridemates to welcome her into the lavish halls of the court.
Ivalice is a calm and modest individual who does not attract much attention to himself yet she enjoys social events and gatherings. She doesn't fully understand all this "ritual" and "worshipping" her company often talks about but Ivalice truly enjoys the close knit family oriented feeling of the pride and gladly helps with the chores involved in daily life of the court. Her true passion lies with crafting ornaments and small decorations from the materials the prides foragers bring home and gifting them to her pride mates to wear. Despite the horrid reputation the Court is known when it comes to outsiders, the members have accepted Ivalice with surprising ease, perhaps due to the influence of their king and his well-known habit of notorious scheming. But one thing is certain: The scarlet eyes beyond the void watch her keenly...
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