Salathiell

Eternal King of the Sunless Place
he/him ;; king ;; salathiell vi

watch your tongue or have it cut from your head
save your life by keeping whispers unsaid

Your paws are sore from slapping away suitors to protect your lionesses, and your face is sore from getting slapped for your endless flirtations. You wander, the sting on your cheek a constant reminder of another failed seduction, and jolt to a stop when you realize the ridge you've been climbing ends in an abrupt cliffside. You peer over, seeing a perfectly round crater. The scent of other lions is strong on the wind, including lionesses... With a hum, you climb over the ridge and carefully climb down the cliffside, head raised high and sniffing the air. You catch a scent, and begin to follow it, already rehearsing your best pick-up lines in your head as you trot along. However, when you reach the scraggly trees, you don't find a lioness; instead, you find a young lion, with piebald pink fur and a wavy mane. Oops, looks like you got caught.

"You're here to flirt? Whatever, I don't care if you spend time with my lionesses. They're more than capable of shooing you away themselves if they don't like you," The pink-furred lion huffs. You relax a bit, maybe you two don't need to fight? He is awfully pretty, too... "Hey, HEY! I'm not up for grabs!" He says that, but you're not sure if you believe him. Maybe this can be a mutually beneficial relationship? You wouldn't mind some pink-furred cubs in your pride...

Notes

Project king!
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