As you struggle to blend in with the small crowd, you soon come to realize you were already being stared at by the tenants with vexation, disdain, and curiosity. You gulp, staring down at the verdure below, pondering simply leaving when you tread along stiffly into a large frame by accident. Glancing up, your eyes meet a gorgeous sub male who's glaring daggers at you with his misty eyes. You begin to apologize, but you're quickly cut off and met with a hostile tone.
"Who is this ignoramus?" He bellowed, glaring at the others, who returned his stare with either hostility or silence.
You've never heard of such a word, but you just knew there was no way it meant well. All was silent in the room, clearing upsetting the sub.
"None of you useless buffoons know?" He spoke once more, turning to glare down at you with bared teeth threateningly. "Explain yourself immediately." He snapped, appearing as though he was soon going to act upon his threat.
"U-uh, f-funny story, actually, haha.." You stutter. "W-well uh, Reverence told me to visit this cave for information.." You reply. You tried to remain more or less tough, but acting tough in a cavern full of lions of a foreign pride was not likely to end well if you were to react with reciprocated aggression.
"Reverence told you to?" He'd grimace in annoyance. He'd scoff and quickly turn away, walking off, his tail flicking in annoyance as he stomped out of the cavern, likely to find the king and demand answers.
You let out an irritable sigh. What a rude bastard! If you could, you'd chomp his head off and feed it to the hyenas for breakfast! He's lucky that the scariest one here happened to be the kind king you encountered! You'd shake your head dismissively, glancing around. You still needed information. You'd approach the next lion, cautiously picking, lest you end up in the same situation again.
A daring lion you are, approaching upon pride lands without an ounce of care. You're here to challenge the king for his land, having heard tales of a weak and passive king. Confidently, you stepped upon the fertile soil, glancing around curiously. A
"Once you conform to societal norms simply because you are fearful of rejection, you've already lost the battle you were chosen to fight."
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