Hwarang, the Pervert

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This night was darker than most nights, the stars shining brighter than ever, complementing their dark canvas. Your King, Lune, is watching the stars as usual. The pride was familiar with Lune’s unreadable face (and it had not much to do with his achromia induced pink eyes), and his mysterious nature made him even more alluring as his snow-white pelt did. Flicking your tail gently in a contemplative manner, you decide to approach your king. As you lower yourself beside him, you catch of glimpse of him glancing at you. Perhaps he was observing the sky so closely that he didn’t hear you coming. You remember the thoughts of the lionesses of your pride the night that Lune took over. Lune was quite feminine-looking, with his slender face and light pelt. But his tall frame and lean muscles didn’t lie. You nuzzle his flank, inviting him to groom each other. He watches you for a moment, his handsome head glimmering brighter than fresh snow in the moonlight. Lune then gives you a surprisingly warm look and accepts.


Lune as a cub, POV of Previous King, Aeschreas:

You were having trouble sleeping, so you left the den, and ran into Lune. He sits with you and tells you all about the shapes he can see in the stars.

Lune gazed off into the distance with his victory. You hear a couple of female cubs giggle to each other.

Lune smoothly and quietly catches his target. The question is, why is every girl cub in the area here to watch?

Lune claimed victory and wandered off without a word. Another cub whispered in delight at how cool he was.

Lune stared quietly at his targets for a moment, then suddenly completed all the pounces in rapid succession! Cool!