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The tiny primal stumbles over his paws, trying to keep up at the trading tree. He looks around, watching the other lions as they sell and trade various things. He settles next to his pride leader once they stop, looking up to him with a tilt to his head. “Why did you bring me with you today?”
His pride leader looks to him, Regarding the cub and looking towards the other lions around.
“You are special. And I am in need of some special beetles. You will fetch a good pair of them here.”
He nods, solemn at the fact he’s being sold for bugs. He watches as many lions come by, looking over him and either bidding their farewells as they leave, or hinting they’ll be back. Until a rather plain lion in comparison to a good chunk of the others comes by. He takes note of the other’s scars and his rather strange set of wings as the other talks to his pride leader. After a minute a bundled up leaf is given to his leader, and he is nudged up to his feet towards the strange pride leader.
“This is the leader of your new pride. Make a good impression.” The young primal looks over the other once more, stumbling over his paws as the other’s tail swats him into motion. “Come along now, young one. Your new home awaits you. I am Spaghettiandratsauce. A rather strange name, I know. Do you have a name from your old pride you would like to take along with us?”
“I.. don’t know. I was always called cub by my mother. Does that count?” This gains a laugh from the king, and a paw being nudged into him playfully.
“I am afraid it does not. We will have to ponder over this as we walk. What do you think of the name-”
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Alistar grins at Axel as he spars with him, going after the other primal’s mane as best he can. He tumbles head over tail as he’s knocked back, shaking the dirt off his pelt.
“Have to try harder than that if you want to beat me before I leave, little star. I’ve got my own pride to lead some day, and you’ve got a long way to go if you want to live up to that heir title you have.”
Alistar laughs, taking on a playful fighting stance as he bares his fangs at Axel. “Bring it!”
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He shouldn’t have tried to follow behind his king. It was stupid and reckless. Axel had left to his own adventures, and he had since learned how to sneak out of the den away from the watchful eyes of his older pridemates. But he had been following his king as he talked with a strange lion, pelt almost made of stars and sky. So he had jumped after him without thought, feeling the life being choked from him when his paws suddenly hit something seemingly solid with nothing below his feet. He looks around as he’s able to breathe again, particles surrounding him. He squints into the depth of space, seeing what appears to be a fading dragon surrounding him, keeping him safe from the depth of space as the same strange lion approaches him that had talked with his king. “You are brave and stupid, young one. You have put yourself in a lot of danger trying to follow your king. And it has changed you now, you will have to live with this change if you wish to return to your earth.”
Alistar stares at the dwarf lion, trying to take in his meaning as his paw is nudged up towards his face where he makes contact with his.. horns??!
“What is this?? What did you do to me?”
“I did nothing. This is the mercy of one of the cosmic drakes. Introductions are in order now. I am the Demiurge. And you, I take it, are Spaghettiandratsauce’s heir, Alistar. You now have so vague cosmic powers from a dying drake. Enough to keep you alive here, and surround you with stars back home. You’ll have to live with this, and I must find your king..”
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Today’s the day! His king had told him a week prior that he would be stepping down today, giving Alistar the pride to lead. He had long since learned everything he could from his king and the Demiurge, fully in control of himself, and more than ready to lead. He readies himself, decorating himself with glittering gold, and making sure his horns and fur are clean. Alistar makes his way out of his den, weaving between the pride as they gather to watch their king. He bows before him, head pressed to the ground at his king’s feet in respect. He’s nudged up with a laugh, the same laugh from when he was a cub looking for a name sounding much older now. His king meets his eyes, stepping to the side as he joins the pride, bowing his respect as his time as leader starts.
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