Amarok's Defeat
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TW: Combat & Death
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"I told you, your Highness, I meant no disrespect-" A frail voice rang out, belonging to a rather beautiful feather-eared lioness. Her haunches appeared less lengthy than a normal lion, mane partially grown in despite her feminine traits. Her tail was cropped naturally, large fangs protruding from her maw.

"Silence!" The primal king towering over her roared, fearsome canines on display. "You betrayed me, Ocean, did you not?" The ruler had a rather large gash along his shoulder, evidence of the culprit lying in the blood staining the felis hunter's paws.

"I.. Did." She confirmed after a moment, straightening her posture as to stare directly to the king's dark eyes. "You left me with no choice. Haven doesn't deserve to be abandoned! She's served our hunting team for many passes-"

A loud smack rang out across the glade as the enraged male's paw collided with Ocean's face. Almost at once a scarred lioness stepped over the fallen felis, ears pinned against her skull. "Enough, Amarok, I will leave without complaint. Ocean did nothing but protect me."

"Protect you over serve her king? This will not go unpunished. Dire, to me." He spat, offering a growl towards the fuzzy-furred lioness. A striking piebald with several leopard-like markings drifted closer to the trio, catching the eyes of many in the crowd around them.

Dire was a rather quiet sub-male, seemingly eager to please Amarok's every wish. He looked over the situation, immediately understanding what was being asked of him. "Shall they be chased, sire?" The younger lion addressed, only to be met with a volley of laughter.

"Yes. This lot along with any other who cohorts with them- Pearl, Wilian, Widow, chase them all!" The ruler demanded.

A grim silence fell over the glade. Pearl and Haven, two elders who had earned their place to rest after serving the pride for years. Wilian and Ocean, arguably the best hunters within the pride. Last, Widow, a respected broodmother who had been responsible for looking after many of the younger lions standing within the semi-circle.

One of those cubs, Dire.

As fearful pridemates shoved the called upon forward to be exiled, Dire stood rooted in place. Horror was struck into his usually dull eyes as the fiery piebald stumbled into position next to a standing Ocean. Her blue eyes gleamed with defiance. "You'll be shunned one day, Amarok." The wise feline rumbled. A scoff left the king's maw as he raised onto his hind legs, slamming his weight down upon the brood's shoulders and watching as she hit the ground with a gasp. A sickening snap rang out across the glade, most sure that Widow's life would expire at the inflicted injury. Her body lay bent at an odd angle as Amarok turned to his sub-male.

Before he could speak Amarok had collapsed himself. In a blind rage Dire had sprung from his place, catching the lion off guard and forcing him to the ground. Within a few moments- despite feeling like hours- the struggle was ended, the king's eyes dull and lifeless.

That day two lives were lost. Many other lives were thrown out of balance, yet one life in particular would change forever. Crouched over his dying caretaker, Dire gained a new title.

Amarok had fallen. Widow's Dire had gained control over the new era of the Ibami Prairie.

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