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"𝑶𝒉... 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉..."
"𝑶𝒉... 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉..."

" 𝑾𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓..."

A raspy voice brought you out of your thoughts. Your gaze turned to the shadowed figure speaking. Their eyes were the only glowing thing about them, but beyond that, they seemed off. “ɎØɄⱤ ⱧɆⱤɆ ₣ØⱤ Ⱨł₥..? ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ₩₳Ɏ, ₦Ø₩ ₥ł₦Đ ɎØɄⱤ ₴₮Ɇ₱…” The red in his eyes bore deeply, unwavering, yet unreadable in his expression. “𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒊𝒍”

The landscape unfolded before you as your paws sank heavily into the loose dirt below. This place appeared lifeless, but the planet’s glow emanated through, casting streaks of blue, white, and gold across the path. The pine scent was the only living thing here, apart from the lions. Dark storms perpetually clouded the day sky, while nights offered open skies. This place was designed for the strong, where the weak succumbed. Cleverness was a must.

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆... 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅..."

"𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍..?"

As you approach dark spirits come to follow behind you, their patterns glow as the starry sky opens above. This doesn’t seem like hell, but it feels like it. A growl sends your heart racing as a shadowed king steps a paw in your path. "𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴..." His eyes glow unnaturally like the rest of the lions who have come to surround you. He looks more protective than he is aggressive. A fine king. Your maw opens as you exchange words with the lion in front of you. His guard seems to lower little by little.

"𝑶𝒉... 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉..."
"𝑶𝒉... 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉..."

"𝑵𝒐 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉, 𝑵𝒐 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏, 𝑵𝒐 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑵𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅..."

"𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍..."

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦." The higher ones have only brought chaos, and while this king is merciless, he is also strong. “𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴..." The glowing king paused his eyes brought momentary embarrassment. "𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭." He offered a paw, pausing as you shook it before continuing. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦." His head trailed to the dirt, an empty paw drug loose pebbles in its wake. He looked sad, but you didn’t know his truest motives.

"𝑶𝒉, 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉..."

"𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒍..."

"𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍..."

Your paws had brought you throughout the dens, peeking in at mothers and their cubs, before the king led you back to the barren clearing. The stars shown brightly here astounding your eyes once more. Even if the scenery felt like hell, it looked like peace.

"𝑶𝒉... 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉..."
"𝑶𝒉... 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉..."

"𝑴𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝑵𝒆𝒂𝒓..."
Whether you’re here to chat, trade, or admire the pride, you’re always welcome. Step lightly, though—the dust holds memories, and the wind still whispers secrets.