asmolpinklioness (#196265)
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asmolpinklioness (#196265)
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THE LONE SURVIVOR OF GELLIMAR
PERTAINING RULES
- May only claim one lioness per day.
- May not begin hunting until her cooldown is complete.
- After a lioness' cooldown is complete, she has a 40% chance ( roll a 9 or higher on a d20) of leaving, due to the oddness of not having a male King to lead her pride.
STATS
DAY: 1
LEVEL: 3
CURRENCY: 45 SB
TERRITORY: 2
LIONESSES: 0
CUBS: 0
PRIDE DEATHS: 0
Inspiration taken from: Lynx (will find player ID soon) & Frostlocke #278076
THE DAWN OF QUIET'S REIGN
It wasn’t long after sunrise when Quiet and her father slipped from the shadows of Gellimar’s embrace. Marfara was hesitant to leave his home and the territory he had reigned peacefully in for many seasons, and Quiet wasn’t much better. She had spent her entire life here, after all. Tucked away from modern lions, despite them both being of modern bloodline.
She stopped for a second as her paw reached the edge of the territory. “Do we have to go, father?” Fear held a grip in her belly. She didn’t want to leave.
The aging lion nodded. “There is nothing left for us to stay. You are but one lioness, after all. Hunting will be difficult. As King, it is your responsibility to find more.”
“But, you’re the male of us! Wouldn’t it be… your job?” part of a King’s job was to claim lionesses to hunt for the pride. She knew that, she just wished… it wouldn’t be awkward for her to claim one. She was a lioness, after all.
“I am the old king of this pride. The lionesses are yours. But,” he chuckled. “I can give you pointers on how to woo a lady.”
“Father!” her pelt felt hot with embarrassment.
He gave her a playful paw on her ear. “I’m just messing with you. Come on, let’s go.”
With that, the two were off. The old King, the Grandpaw, and the new King.
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Marfara had said that the open savannah would be safe enough for them for the time being, as they weren’t in the mood for a fight and needed food in their bellies before they could continue. He spent many a day patrolling there, and many lone lionesses - perfect for their cause - would be there. Perhaps one of them could be persuaded.
Sometime into her patrol and she had discovered, and hunted, both an otter and a hare. It wasn’t much, but their bellies would surely thank her. She had eaten the remains of a leopard’s meal, so she nudged them both over to her father. “Take it.”
“You know, you’re not supposed to be hunting for me anymore-”
“Father, I am still a lioness of Gellimar. Until your last breath, I will always hunt for you. You’ve always fed us before you fed yourself. Besides, I’ve already eaten. You need to keep up your strength.”
It was then that a lioness the color of wheat appeared on the horizon. As the wind lifted to Quiet’s nose, she could smell no King upon the lioness’ pelt. “Is… that a prideless?”
“Yes!” the old king grew excited. “She’ll help us, surely!”
The two trotted over swiftly, but stopped a few tail lengths away. “It’s your moment,” he gave her forehead a quick lick of encouragement. “Do your best, but if she isn’t interested, don’t follow her. They hate that.”
Quiet took a deep breath. She needed help to hunt. For her father and for herself.
“Oh - use your King name. It gives validity.”
. . .
Sage was her name, and she decided to follow them for a while, before deciding that it was not in her best interests to follow a female King and her aging father.
Marfara placed his neck around his daughter. “I wasn’t a dreamboat when I started out, either. But - it is a bit unconventional, what we’ve done. So… don’t be hard on yourself. Let’s go.”
Saddened, Quiet followed.
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