Vikros's Den

As you approach the border of the territory, a low rumble is heard as the King of the land makes his way towards you. He's young, scars marring his pelt and his paws emit an ember glow.

He is followed by a lioness who looks a bit younger than him. She glares at you, her claws digging into the soft dirt. Many lionesses sit behind the pair, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

"At ease, Thistle Cry. They are of no threat... for now." The king's voice is soft as he tilts his head slightly towards the lioness, Thistle Cry.

"My name is Kiros, King of these lands. This my mate, Thistle Cry. Among my lands you may find many wares, cubs needing homes and perhaps some of my lionesses' who wish to venture from my pride. You are free to ask to take one of them, no matter which cave they may reside in. I'd let go of any of them... for a price." At a quick glare from Thistle Cry, he hastily speaks again. "Except my dear Thistle Cry, of course. I couldn't ever part with her."

He takes a moment, licking his paw and drawing it swiftly over his ear. "If you are overwhelmed with the amount of females in heat in your pride, I'd be happy to help... for a fee, of course. Perhaps, once the cubs are born and with a small reminder... I may even provide child support." His eyes twinkle smugly.

"I may be interested in buying from you as well... if you have any rosettes, pies, patches or any tigons, leopons or jaglions I'd be ~very~ interested. Do let me know..."

He pauses, "If you ever find yourself in need of a friend or ally whichever you'd call it... Consider me one and simply send a request for an alliance. This means I would gladly send over any food if you're lacking and I have some to spare... It mean that should you require help purchasing a certain item or lion... I'd maybe aid with providing beetles, provided that you aid me in return. I do expect those beetles back, not immediately of course but say we had a deal and I helped you purchase a lion of your dreams... you'd have to pay me back in around... let's say 2 weeks? And vice versa."

He huffs dramatically. "I often find myself in need of breeding items, specifically, IBF's and GOP's... I don't much care for the others. Applicators or decor is favoured highly among my pride and so that is welcome."

With that said, he turns, swishing his tail as he makes towards the caves, Thistle Cry following.

"Come, you must meet the pride."

{RP is welcome! Any unkind comments will be deleted. If you leave a kind comment I will do my best to leave on on your pride too! Always happy to chat!}