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Successful traveler
Rules if you want her in your pride copy paste the rules and send them to me
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1. DO NOT CHASE KILL OR NEGLECT THIS LION
2. DO NOT CHANGE OR EDIT THESE RULES IN ANY WAY
3. Do not remove any decor, you may only add on
4. Only keep her in your pride for a maximum of 2 irl weeks
5. You may use her to breed, hunt, brood etc.
Return home at the age of 12years 0months
https://www.lioden.com/territory.php
ChaosCrow #305554
check out the flavor text down here
You trot towards Ranboo to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you?
You actually read this far good, tell me why you want her and say fierce in the subject line.
You charged Ranboo as soon as you saw her this morning. She snarled in ferocity and tackled you to the floor. You didn't miss the grin behind her snarl, though.
--Arrived at: #339516 in Soccer/Tophat dude (This is what happens when I name things)on 10/25/22, left on N/A~~
I have been out in the cold for a while, but that isn't really what is bothering me. Some weird thing is going on, there are these demonic creatures all over the place. I hope that some place will take me in soon for a few days, or even months. I have had a hard time hunting, too. (A few days later...) I have seen a lot of lionesses around this area, hunting or just chilling outside. Whenever I try to approach, they ignore me, or if they have cubs, get away from me. I have decided to follow one to their den, and it ends up being a whole pride. There is not much form of organization, I assume they are in the middle of remodeling something. I look around, and find a lion on the older side approach me. ``Who are you, and why are you here?`` He asked. I get a closer look of him, and he is mostly this ginger-brown color with white on the bottom and white...Body-freckles? I don't know. I respond, ``Ranboo, I am seeking shelter from whatever the heck is going on`` He sighed ``Fine, although you have to speak to our leader, first. I am lead to the leader, an all-white lion with no markings. Almost like a piebald that wasn't just splotches. Although, he had some light brown on him so that kind of ruled that out. ``I am Top hat dude, what are you doing here?`` (*amazing name*) what in the world was a name like Top Hat Dude? I have heard weird names, but I almost felt bad for this one. What was their mother thinking? ``Again, I just am seeking some shelter.`` ``Ok, ok, fine. But only for two years (If my logic is right, that is 2 weeks in irl time) Max.`` At least this chaos had some time to cool down before I would be sent out, yet again. -- Sorry it's so short, it was long at one point and closed the tab, I had some really good lore on here for Amari.
Casoric (#335385)
Ranboo said goodbye to the odd pride that was Top Hat Dude's pride and began her quest yet again. They had directed her to a friendly neighboring pride-- one led by a primal lion that was rumored to be mute. After some time of wandering the open plains, a smudge of green appeared on the horizon.
She remembered the instructions and picked up her pace-- finally! Breaking into a gallop, she zipped across the dry grass as the line of thick trees came into view. The shade was mere yards away. Just as she was about to crash into the undergrowth, a blur slammed into her side.
Ranboo unsheathed her claws and batted wildly. This /wasn't/ in their instructions-- Top Hat Dude had explicitly stated that there'd be no hostility in his neighboring pride. Just as the blur leaped off, she pulled herself to her paws and sank into a more efficient stance to combat this threat.
"Ha! You should've seen your face!" The blur giggled, whisking their tail.
The blur was a lioness-- clearly a very young one, but not quite an adolescent. Her body was decorated with black and yellow strands, she had dark wraps masking her legs, a silver crown on her head, and a furry black cloak. Shrouded within was a wiry fellow with reddish fur, bright stripes, and jet black dots. Once she'd finished snickering, she fixed her confident gaze onto her. "I'm Tether, lead huntress of Dustcrown's pride. What brings you here?"
The traveler was less than ecstatic, bearing her fangs. She was too old for this. "I'm a travelling lioness, what does it look like?"
The lioness perked up. "Oh? The last one that came through here was ages ago! Come on!"
Tether turned heel and bounded into the undergrowth, and Ranboo found herself sprinting to keep up. Perhaps it was her age getting to her-- or the fact that this "lead huntress" was younger and clearly knew her way around far better. After dodging trees and bushes for some time, a river came into view.
On the other side was an island with sharp edges, embraced on either side by water rushing past. The only way besides swimming seemed to be a handful of slick rocks that barely poked up through the flow. "It's wet season. Probably one of the worst times to cross; we have a lot of accidents this time of year. Just do what I do."
She leaped onto the first rock, cloak billowing out as it was lifted by the river's spray. She hopped from rock to rock with a grace that the traveler could only assume came from months of practice. When she turned around, the lioness yowled something-- but Ranboo couldn't hear her over the sound of rushing water.
Mustering what little courage she had, she leaped onto the first rock. It was as slick and unsteady as she expected.
She was almost twelve now. She had enough practice. Huffing, she sprinted over the rocks-- running right past Tether, who was fumbling over her words.
"That's pretty impressive!-- Most-- Most travelers stumble a lot. I thought I'd have to fish you out." She noted, composing herself and leading Ranboo in.
Hopefully this would be a fine last pride.
~+~
Ranboo ate with the pride for a final time, feeling somewhat melancholy. She was at the end of her journey-- today, she'd finally turned twelve. Dusty-- Dustcrown's nickname-- had come out himself to load her with supplies, and had ended up gifting her with some leg adornments.
One part of her was almost frustrated that she was finally at the end of her quest. The other felt disturbingly warm and fuzzy at the thought of seeing her home again. As she gazed upon the pride a final time, she crossed the rocks and vanished into the undergrowth.
It was finally time.
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