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Bought for 15 gb
Bought MoD for 30 gb
Decor abt 50 gb
You drop 150 silver beetles before the scrying stone.. And the markings are revealed to be... Saffron Dinictis (Slot 12).
- | A young clingy boy, searching for comfort in sunny forests of savanna.
He used to be living in cold mountains and snowy meadows, hoarfrost wetting his fur and frostbites eating his scalp. He run off, his half-panther mother gave him last look in his frosty eyes, just like his frozen heart, before he left, snow rustling underneath his paws.
- | Farewell, Snowie.
After months of struggling to find food, his paws aching terribly from drastic change in weather, he stops by the river to sip some fresh water. Before he could realize a fluffy apprentice leaps on his back, curling up on him and making him fall on his side, squishing all his ribs. Her floppy ears plops down and raises up as she moves. She asks him what hes doing here. After a moment drags him by the river on the other coast, pulling him by fluff on nape.
- | Mossy rocks
Small messy king greets him. They chat for a moment, Axeline doesn’t seem to mind him in his pride. They chill together in the sun, Axeline licks dirt out of his fur while rizzing him with his daddy jokes. “Hehe, so ur kinda used to cold, u snowy prince~” After all, it turns out Axeline invited him to his pride. Oh, very gladly, mew.
- | Blood upon the Snow
It passed a year. Snowie grew fast, quickly reaching to be huge and talented male. His roars could fear away animals that Axeline wasn’t able to chase off by fight. Every step of his lean paws was making prey freeze and just wait for merciful and quick death. Though he never killed for fun; hunting was indeed enjoyable, but not just idea of killing. One day hit him hard. When he started to grow up into adult instead of small adolescent he got attacked out on a patrol. Now he’s aware of how starved that loner was, but still was at least twice bigger than him. In the final loner was the one to end up surrounded by hawks.
- | Lost in the snow
As he trotted to Axeline’s den he thinks a little. Indeed, he was probably only cub Axeline treated like a kid, not just deal to get ladies pregnant. They shared bond, cuddled, trained. For the first time Snowie felt so affectionate.
As he reached Axeline’s den he smells something’s wrong. Lots of huntresses was surrounding entrance, cubs whinning quietly. He peeks above their shoulders to see Axeline’s dying posture, hugged by cubs and lionesses. He roars in fury, scaring them away, then gently trying to get Axeline up. He knew it was pointless. He couldn’t stop the death. He could be solider and fight against it, slow it down, restrain, but never stop. He couldn’t help but whines quietly curling down before letting out challenging roar to Rising’sun. Fighting his mentor.. that was hard. Both mentally and physically. Though he was the one to wear blood on claws and smirk on snout.
- | Don’t lose yourself in the snowstorm, kid.
He though of these words EVERYDAY. Why would Axeline choose such quote right before he convulses in final bloody coughs? He couldn’t get it.
- | He never willingly killed any lion before when in his last day Aster chased Shinuiki away from pride. On day she was supposed to become a queen. He didnt last a second, in fury, seeing red after his little daughter got brutally chased, he ripped Asters body in pieces.
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