Through the borders of territories, searching high across the mountains and low against ravines, you sought for a worthy male for one of your many lionesses. Where wet meets the grasslands to form marshes you find none. Passing jungles of trees to savannahs and plains none you find are the requirements you seek.
Travel makes your bones weary, so many lands you have crossed, many kings you have greeted- asked to bless one of your lionesses, many more you bade farewell still searching for the one. It's almost nearing the point you're tempted to turn back, return to your lands to seek instead for rest. But your heart is pumping, your mind is blanking- the clouds are open and your body knows.
This be not the time for quitting, you're so close. Your tongue is dryer than where you search now. Domains of sands, distance howling of storms where it scores your skin with needle wanting. Your restless eyes mark every part of the territory with unease. Something lurks in the area, watching your every movement.
"Show yourself!" You shout with a wary stance, muscles bunching beneath furred skin as an almost raspy giggle reaches your ears.
"Weary traveler, you call, you stomp, will you scream? You who passed into this territory, which place is yours to make such folly demands?" Whoever they are seem to whisper into your ear, your head whips to the side, a pain in your neck as you sought nothing of where the voice had been.
"I apologize to thee, King of these lands- your presence had startled me so I beseech a treaty of peace, I am only in search of a king who will give one of my ladies a cub of potential." Your stance loosens as you speak, and as your words leave your mouth, the lion of these lands laughs.
"I am no King," they whisper softly, rising from the sands in front of you like a foreboding figure of legends, dark their skin were with white clouds, broken by the ebony of nights, "I am but a messenger to cross your path should you show ill will. Humble I do greet thee, Worship of far lands. Who you seek, who you've sought, our Lord does greet thy."
Figure as sly as a tiger, you think them male for a moment but then you would be wrong- this is a lady of strength, "Pardon my mistake, I mean no wrong and I do bow my greetings to your King, Lady Messenger."
A large smile adorns the felis' face as she turns away, one step and she's gone, falling apart into sand as a new figure rises, taller than any lion you've met.
Smilus.
^Clicky to be taken to my king
Stats: 1k and rising
Base: Anjeer (Subject to change)
Eyes: Iris
Mane Type: Savage (Subject to change)
Mane Color: Soul
Markings: 20
Slot 1: Ivory Unders (61%)
Slot 2: Guardian Vitiligo (57%)
Slot 3: Feline 9 Noctis (72%)
Slot 4: Fiery Mottled Fissures (100%)
Slot 5: Hyena Spots Scarce Ebony (100%)
Slot 6: Hyena Stripes Scarce White (64%)
Slot 7: Leg Spotting Fading Black (10%)
Slot 8: Feline 3 Onyx (57%)
Slot 9: Hyena Stripes Heavy Noctis (100%)
Slot 10: Lilac Dorsal Line (74%)
Slot 11: Noctis Siamese (33%)
Slot 12: White Trim (47%)
Slot 13: Bushveld Okapi (14%)
Slot 14: Steele Undertone (26%)
Slot 15: Cream Marbled Unders (16%)
Slot 16: Royal Tail Carving (57%)
Slot 17: Fallow Undercoat (54%)
Slot 18: Blazing Mist (63%)
Slot 19: Brown Cowl (80%)
Slot 20: Dark Brown Back Hair (55%)
Studding Fee
1 or 500
Lionesses must be 10% or higher.
RULES
» VLF must be revealed.
» I will try 10 times before asking you to use an item to assist.
» GB options will grant your lady unlimited breedings.
» If your fert is higher than 20% when using the GB option I will grant you 6 free breedings. (Send a note when using one)
» If I have used energy on your lady, do not remove your stud request!
» If your lady is on her last day please tell me and I shall prioritize. (GB will also grant you priority.)
» I do Traditional breeding but you must provide nesting and a ibf.
» I DO NOT DO STUD RACING.
» Alternate payments are accepted.
or 500
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