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Success! This female lion is now pregnant after 70 unsuccessful attempts. Yay!
kinged 908
3.6 867
3.5 851
3.4 820
3.3 800
3.2 789 - couldn't make time to patrol ;(
3.1 771
3.0 753 (+32)
2.11 721 (+29)
2.10 692 (+28)
2.9 664 (+40)
2.8 624 (+34)
2.7 590 (+28)
2.6 572 (+24)
2.5 548 (+30)
2.4 518 (+32)
2.3 486 (+44) ohh so now you decide to get some stats
2.2 442 (+27)
2.1 415 (+28)
2.0 387
linky amazing as a felis/smilus
mane: ??? Moonstone
markings: cloudburst in slot 1(June); onyx vit in slot 10 (January)
Lore:
Gaspard was found when he was an adolescent, about 1 summer and 9 moons old. The good old king, Edmond, buys him after much deliberation from another pride. In the other pride, he was neglected, and as a result, became extremely timid. When he was brought over, however, he was often taken with a senior lion on patrols and cared for by the lionesses. Though the neglect from his childhood can never be erased, he is gradually recovering a sense of pride and confidence.
He is a handsome boy, his mane red like fire, and his coat a fine brown. His eyes were like the galaxies, and his pelt was mottled with a rosette, a new gene Edmond hoped to bring into the pride. The boy was quiet at first, mysterious and refusing to interact much with the pride. Often, he sits alone, perched above a boulder during sunny weather or huddled in the shade of a cave in rain. During the night, he wanders off alone to gaze out at the stars. The king, as was his nature, would often join the young lion and the two would often spend some time in silence in each others' companies.
Three moons later, when the young boy reached adulthood, he is given a name. The naming ceremony was held during twilight, before the ancient holy ring of rocks of the relatively large territory. After much celebration, as the sun began to disappear below the horizon and the sky became streaked with dark purple, the unnamed boy steps into the ring of rock. Lit only by the multitude of fireflies and the glow of ethereal gems scattered around the ground or embedded into rocks, the pride watches as the young lion ruffles his fiery mane and bows his head before the old king. Edmond, mustering up strength in his old voice, spoke: "Hereby, I dub thee, the red prince Gaspard." And the pride echoes: "Prince Gaspard." The king motions to the young lion: "Arise, Prince Gaspard of the Ragged Outcrop." As he lifts himself to his full height, the pride murmurs his new name and title: "Prince," "Prince Gaspard," "Red Prince," breaking the silence of the oncoming night with noise and a collective shuffling as the pride bows their heads or sinks into a submissive position.
As he ages into a full grown lion, a mutation is found: his claws were too long. This somewhat troubles the old king, as he had yet to encounter such a mutation in his pride. The young lion, somewhat embarrassed, often goes out on patrols by himself to quell his growing sense of not belonging.
Two moons later, Gaspard gets some new markings from the November shamans: a red splash of vitiligo and white cobwebbed paws. He is prouder now, finally gaining a prince-like demeanor as the nameless lionesses of the pride offer up their kills to him and allow him the finest of food. The king, growing more and more senile by the day, still puts him in his place every moon with a fierce smack to the face or a tackle to ground. Gaspard knows this to be but a last show of bravado before his final demise, but he feels his blood boil with fervent rage every time he feels the old king's dulling claws dig into his skin or when his back hits a sharp stone on the rocky terrain. Once I'm king, he thought, he would move the pride away from such a place.
Gaspard becomes restless as the days became shorter, and the weather colder. Still rather aloof in his activities, he chooses to patrol the grounds in his spare time rather than spend it with the pride. King Edmond is often away exploring, but encourages his behavior, saying it is necessary for the new king to gain such experience.
At two years and six months old, Gaspard gets a new coat from the November shamans. Sprinkled with Nuummite Dust, Gaspard sheds his Dikela coat for a Nuummite one.
Upon being crowned, the November shamans crushed fire opal gem shards and blew them into his eyes. Roaring in pain as the dust burned into his retinas, Gaspard shut his eyes. In a moment, the discomfort disappeared, to be replaced with a light tingling. He is led to a nearby lake, and he sees his eyes, once starshine, was now the red of fire opals
