🌘THOSE WHO HAVE LEFT
🌘AND THEIR STORIES TRAVELLERS THAT HAVE YET🌒 TO LEAVE HOME🌒 "Care to read through the starfly scrolls?"
Oh great, the weird bug-chimera-human-thing from the beetle selling void and the writing dimension or whatever is back. "Hey pal! Come to check out another little writing nook of mine? Lucky you, I've gotten even better at this! Each Traveller I send into your world will have a picture here, as well as a scroll all neatly rolled up that'll fill itself out with tales of the lion's journeys throughout the physical plane- just tap it to make it unfurl, and my handy little light bugs will do the rest!" Deep indigo, moth-ish wings splayed slightly as the creature winked one of its multichrome eyes, a patch of flesh beneath scrunching up as if it was winking too. Well that wasn't creepy, or anything...
As your attention drifted downward to the meagre collection of scrolls settled beneath shrine-like reliefs of the lions they likely contained stories about, the chimeric thing threw out another little comment. "Anndd, if you'd like any of my darlings to visit your pride for a while, maybe grace you with a few cubs during their time, or maybe even settle down in their later years to raise up a little family or step in as a King - or Queen, or Ruler or Warlord or...whatever - then let me know! and remember, they're always welcome to come back home at the end of their journeys!"
Returned/Settled Down/'Disposed Of' Travellers
"Ah, hate to break it to you love- nothing's here...yet~! Check back later! I'll try to ping interested folks when major updates happen!
Active Travellers
"Sorry again hun, I've just started this whole thing -ya can't blame an eldritch bug for taking their time to offer you a good product, aye?" You could, but you probably shouldn't. Raptorial knuckles like the barbed sickles of a mantis arranged in a mockery of a human hand knocked on a wooden shelf that was clearly not made of any tree you were familiar with. Normal trees don't glow, after all. "Buutt, let me throw you this bone - if you see a traveller up here later and the person currently hosting 'em has commented in here before - which I'll try to keep track of for you - then drop a comment asking for a turn with 'em." A dry chuckle filled the air. "You folks are lucky I love writing so much that I'm willing to keep track of all this junk for you."
Travellers-in-Training
"Oh, now I've got something for ya~! And if any of our lovely readers would like to have one of our Trainee Travellers come to their pride, feel free to drop a comment telling me who you'd like a visit from once they're dolled up and ready! Notice, unless stated otherwise, these darlings will not come posed, though males will likely come with more decor than they're shown with due to the Spirited Post hating my redundant guts~!" Spirited- what? This madbug...
Cracking like thunder, pelts torn as if teeth had been slung at them from ever so far away, faces and bodies defleshed but left untouched otherwise as if consumed by some monster...frankly, Sprinkles wasn't having none of it. No sir, nope, nuh-uh!! A coalition of lions offered relative safety while food was easy to scavenge up and tensions were low, but as poaching season drew to a close he began getting a bit antsy with the fangs that were flashed when he'd scrounge up his own daily ration. Though a merlot muzzle hauling the still-warm carcass of a hippo calf, only to drop it at his feet was a welcome reprieve, even if a heavy, wine-hued paw settled atop it afterward. "Att. I need a male to watch my territory while I'm searching for another pride. I think you know the deal." Worry burned in the younger male's chest as he cautiously danced around the matter, "Well, I've never been much of a fighter- I- when I was a yearling, I preferred to help the lionesses watch their cubs." Shrugging shoulders paired nicely with a hummed "Fine by me. You'd just be a warm body and a fresh scent to keep those cocky leopards from partying it up while I'm gone."
In mere moments Sprinkles had his mouth full of hippo, a muffled "Ih cahn do 'hat!" making his agreement crystal clear. With an amused sigh, the wine-hued king pawned off a loosely wrapped bundle of dried, silvery beetles to the coalition's bookkeeper, who was already skimming his mind trying to recall who had sold the spry, fatherly submale. Lured back by an aurora-like back contrasted in dark 'clouds' and paler, flamingo-hued striping, he took to his job nicely; Playing nice with the lionesses who were cautious at first but soon welcomed him like a son, becoming the number-one babysitter for tired mothers and aunties, and even sidling up with his new leader shoulder-to-shoulder to make...not very quick work, but work nonetheless of their intruding vehicles. But soon the poachers thinned, lionesses cleanly sweeping those who didn't have the graces of a roaring, metal shell to protect them, and once the familiar Fluffballs began sweeping the grazer-depleted terrain, Altairon proposed a deal. While he could return Sprinkles to the Trading Center, the king had contacts, and could arrange a safe journey for the young male to travel about, see how other prides lived, and simply live the life he sought; Freedom, happiness, and relaxation without the responsibility of a metaphorical crown.
By the time he announced his decision, the lionesses of Lumineth Hollow had already prepared a bundle of supplies for his journey. [Bundle will be included upon his first travel! Bundle contains - 1x Ancient Lion Mask, 5x Broken Drone, 1x Toy Bundle! | 7 Item Total]
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