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As the sun crept into the cave, a small pile of snow began moving... and then sneezed! Tiny flashes of crystalline eyes and glints of black fur bled through the glittering powder as the little prince yawned, unphased by the cold. He looked back at the den of lionesses sleeping behind him, and then at his mother, sleeping with his sister tucked neatly under her chin. He smiled to himself as his heart longed to know his own cubs. He wasn't yet grown but already restless to make his mark. He went out into the sun, watching over the icy valley below, pondering his future, when he saw them. A hunting party! The wind was in his favor, and he could smell them from his lofty perch. They ran through the valley chasing a hare and his ears perked. He watched the smallest of them crash through a snowbank, laughing as she tumbled out the far side on her tail. He could no longer resist as he made his way down to meet them. The largest lioness saw him coming and intercepted with a snarl before realizing he was but a cub. They tried to leave him behind, but he followed, tracking them through the snow, effortlessly, while they struggled against it, marveling at the tenacity of this strange icy cub. Upon reaching the den, he was still there, determined not to be left behind and much farther from home than he had ever been before. The great king Ramses, descended from his perch, knowing all too well the look in the eyes of the new arrival. He gave the boy a hard slap, for his audacity, his growl silencing the murmuring lionesses gathering to see the interloper. Eric took it, closing his eyes a moment as the sting washed through him knowing he deserved it. He held his breath now, expecting death. After a few moments of deafening silence, he opened his eyes to see Ramses smirking at him. "Come, boy. You have a lot to learn."
Ramses looked at him with pride, seeing how well he had grown. Eric had followed every direction without question, logicing his way through every moment instead of leading with his head. 'He was better than Ragon...' Ramses thought to himself. 'Even better than me.' "You will be my heir." Ramses said quite bluntly, as he looked out over the valley from his rock perch. He took a step closer to the edge, looking down into the waters of the river below. A few stones tumbled from the ledge as he did so, and Eric noted how long they fell before they made a sound. He had never been afraid of heights, and loved this place as much as Ramses did. Ramses sighed, his ears dropping slightly. The pain in his spine was growing along with his fever. He had been wounded in a fight with a pack of wolves, and an infection had set in. Eric had tried to tend to it with the help of the shaman's herbs, but Ramses knew it was the end. Perhaps this is what he deserved for letting Ragon die... he thought to himself. The great Ramses snarled into the night, defying even his own death as he flung himself from the rock ledge into the river below... never coming up for air. Eric didn't even have a chance to react before it was over. He stopped, out of breath as he saw the flaming red mane vanish into the waters below. He mourned deeply.
The pride knew Ramses was gone, when Eric returned alone. Nothing more was said of it, as they consoled each other with head buts and rubs with their new king. They loved Eric, and trusted him. They knew he would take care of them.
Born - 4784ST
Purchased 12/22 - 25GB
- Changed base to Ice *To match Sire*
- MOD: Corrupted
Became King 1/21/2020 - 4921 points
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