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When the pathetic King Van der Linde grew old, his lionesses demanded a fitting heir. He had struggled to find a good male to replace him, though he wasn't much to replace. The young males he presented to his dwindling pride were scoffed at and ignored. Useless and ugly to them. On his final day as King Van Der Linde's desperation for a fitting heir was relieved. Dutch strode cockily up to the ailing king. Hs brilliantly dark fur and incoming luscious mane caused the golden king to stop in his tracks. "I heard you need an heir." Dutch stood tall before Van Der Linde. The old king said nothing, only turned and started padding back to where his pride camped. Dutch followed close behind, the thought of the old king retaliating not even crossing his mind.
The lionesses didn't stir at the sight of the two approaching lions. "Another poor excuse for a male I presume." A golden lioness grumbled to her pride-sisters. They languidly awaited the arrival of their king and his companion. When the dark lion came into sight, the lionesses began to murmur.
"At least he is decent looking." A young gray lioness snickered, her pink eyes glittering as she took in the sight of the new male.
A fiery colored lioness with dark markings scoffed. "Yes, but looks aren't everything dear Hazel."
"He looks more promising than them." A prune lionesses muttered distastefully, shooting a leering glance at the three submales lounging nearby.
"And more promising than that ugly Brood he hustled in last minute." A gray brood added.
"None of the broods are particularly good looking." Hazel chuckled. "None of us are particularly appealing in the slightest. Van Der Linde has let this pride fall to shambles."
The lionesses nodded solemnly, a few ears twitching self-consciously.
Once the two lions had entered the shady camp, the lionesses assembled themselves in a poor manner around them. "This is my last offering." Van Der Linde grumbled weakly. "It's this fella or Dentists and the Dark."
"At least Dentist's mane has grown in." A quiet voice mumbled in the crowd. The lionesses snickered before the golden king and his companion.
"My sire had a great Barbary mane and I too shall have one." Dutch announced, his voice carrying a level of authority the lionesses had not heard in years.
The transistion of leadership was easy. Van Der Linde quietly stepped down, exhausted from ruling his rowdy pride of vain lionesses. Now it was his time to relax and watch the cubs until the day he died. Dutch struggled with lionesses and only bred to them if they were to be CRBed. The lionesses jealously looked on as he took in many new Lionesses, impregnanted them, and then drove them off the moment their cubs were weaned, pawning off the young for a meager amount of beetle. He also sold all of their belongings, leaving the Lionesses without decorations to entertain them and make them feel better about their outward appearances.
Dutch, however, did bring some good to their land. He had been good about hoarding beetles, and was King when Mary, Queen of Pons birthed a Pon of her own. The pride was elated to have their own hybrid mutation, and Dutch was secretly glad that he had sired the Pon and not some leopard. That same day, he had purchased a young Tigon and her cubs, making the Pride the most successful it had ever been.
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