Dirtpool's Den

Moniko Pride

The mother star in its radiance warmed the land with its beaming rays, highlighting a blooming and extensive field, like a mosaic amidst the plains, spotted in the most attractive shades of pink and purple alike. The breeze was light, cozy, like an eternal embrace of nature, pacified by the gracious scents it brought. Light yellow spots created a unique highlight for the daisies present there, and a verdant pasture, maintained by the constant rains and soothing weather, flourished, keeping herbivores grazing in their thousands. Seas of stripes galloped through the sanctuary, as antelope leaped in ecstasy. Everything was held in a tenuous, omniscient balance.

Amazed, your eyes sparkle with the wonders of the marvelous grounds of the shrine, which stretches out into shrubs of flavorful hues, notorious for their crimson and indigo-stained berries, with a slightly spicy taste. You quickly notice that you are not alone, other lionesses are also present, each with graceful, well-mannered features, with coats ranging from pink to blue, of the most unexpected and stupendous shades, vibrant and outlandishly appealing. True muses, they approach you giggling, giving you welcome while offering you the local food, the damn fruits. Fortunately, they give up easily, scattering to the tall grass after a greeting, indicating the arrival of their goddess, eternal sacred, all-knowing. Clouded'Peach, spotted in her whitish tones, as well as slightly reddish tints in her coat, like young blackberries, surveyed you with her deep cyan eyes, which resembled the song of the mermaids themselves. Her voice was calm, serene, conveying benevolence.

- Greetings Pilgrim, have a pleasant stay. Travelers are not very common in this region, but whatever I can offer you and is within my reach you can contact me. Sorry about the other damsels, as I said, wanderers are new here.

The lioness passed you by, continuing on her way elegantly, her tail sliding slowly across your face. Stunned, your eyes still stare at the scene, scanning it, trying to reason if that sanctuary was real. The maidens, lionesses muses of many virtues, just gazed with smiles of serene laughter, their features well defined, as always imposed by a veil of surpassing ravishment that accompanied them. They had seen that scene over and over again, and its recurrence was always entertaining, if not a little sweet."