Audrey's Den

Somewhere amidst the plains, the plateaus stand tall. Though it seems nothing more than just steppe, their presence is undeniable. In legend, the plateaus watch over everything they see. Their morning songs, portrayed in gusts of wind or the lights of the dawn never fail to accompany the presence of life within them. A land of endless grasslands can exist only because of them. It’s a sign of great power and importance to be on this plateau. This is what the lions hold close to their hearts.
Not many know when it truly began, the presence of the pride in these highlands. Others will turn to the ever famous tale of an unnamed prince.
His life was just short of ordinary. Born to a jungle pride and subjected to the grueling task of becoming heir and uplifting the duties his father bore on his back. There was not a lion in the pride whose paws weren’t worn out. Even when he was a little cub, so much was expected from him. Why did the pride live like this? He wasn’t sure. Their extreme lifestyle may have been adapted through their extreme environment. A savannah would have been preferred, though one can only grumble.
When his father tasted the sweet relief of death, he took the crown. He yearned to alleviate his family from the burdening jungle lifestyle, and he did just that with the first ever migration the pride had seen.
Along the journey, many were lost to the grip of death, either through the exhaustion that primarily affected the elderly, or starvation. Maybe it was better that way. He couldn’t promise a better life, but he could surely try to look for one.
The pride thinned by the day. The remaining lions grumbled and groaned, blaming him for their losses. “Why leave our old home?” “At least we were surviving,” they would pester him.
Regardless of his ears ringing from complaints and his tired paws, he pursued on. By the time he reached the ever-known breathing plateaus, only a handful of faithful lions remained. With them by his side, they clawed away at soft deposits of soil in the sides of the plateaus, forming lengthy yet sturdy overlapping tunnels.
From then on, the lions haven’t given a thought about leaving their new paradisiac home. The tunnels provided solace from the great thunders and heatwaves. The cubs born into the pride after this time regarded their home as nothing short of perfect. With that, they expanded rapidly, their numbers larger than ever before.
The prince had many sons and daughters born to him. The tunnels were filled with his offspring, and his heart was filled with love for them. Some say he loved his cubs just as much as the sun and the moon love the stars.
When death beckoned him as his bones grew weak and his body bore the gripes of life, he succumbed to the afterlife. A great honor was given to him thereafter. His body may now only be a part of the grass, but his spirit was said to be a part of the plateaus, living with his pride forever.

Written by @Chinook (#212440)

All writing in my caves is also by @Chinook (#212440)



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1. Bred the third prismatic dwarf in game on March 13th, 2023
2. First successful Tigon breeding on March 28th, 2023



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