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Slot 12: Hibiscus Feralis
Slot 18: Leg Banding Cimmerian
🪼Roots Within Shores🪼 was watching you intently as you told her your plans for watching the border tomorrow. She seems unconvinced you can pull it off, however. Sigh.
🪼Roots Within Shores🪼 has gained a scar in her hunting endeavours!
+1x Scar: Long Right Eye has been stored in your hoard.
The end of spring had came, and so did the jolly tussling of kings and heirs. The sun began to blaze, scorching the skies into hues similar to the flames the humans carry. However, by nightfall, as the stars crept into the smoldering skies, the sun had fallen. Cool winds had caressed the life on Earth once more, soothing the world from the rise of Sol. Upon the transition from blooming life to bleeding rays of flame, a trio of cubs were born under the abyssal skies.
Unremarkable as per usual, though Chasing Wind had no ability to tell if any of his cubs had the same clouded eyes as he did, blessed by the torrents to see through the veil. However, another sign had appeared. One of two sons he had heired seemed to be blessed in a different way- Miros particularly struggled to birth this cub, and only after close examination was the reason clear. This cub was rather large- nearly twice that of his brother and sister! Fur already seemed to smother his body, in spite of his newborn state, and his tail was stubby compared to his siblings.
A strong son had been born, blessed by Torrent to bear the hostile rains that pelted the jungle so often. His eyes opened, revealing the same pale color as Chasing Wind's. With enthusiasm, Miros chortled to him, giving the wonderful news of a double-blessed son. Chasing Wind flicked his tail high, reaching down to sniff his cubs before gently lolling his tongue over each of them lovingly. He would cherish these three, as his children of the rains.
The nameless daughter squealed, strong hearted and demanding attention as soon as she heard Unyeilding Stream and Logs Between Rivers earn their names. She demanded her title, a formidable marker of her power to come. Her father was hesitant for a moment, shocked by the cubs ferocity after birth. The silent son and his meek brother hadn't fussed nearly as much as the daughter of the trio did.
The silence broke, as Chasing Wind looked to Miros, then towards her once more. The small king bowed his head down to her, nudging her face with his scratched nose, softly naming her: Roots Within Shores. The strength of this cub is reminiscent of how trees guard and wrap around rivers and ponds alike, demanding subjugation, should the lifelines overstep their boundaries and threaten to flood. Her strength will reinforce her brothers, acting as a vital component of Unyeilding Stream's kingdom, and guiding Logs Between Rivers to the path of wandering. She will be the knight to protect Unyeilding Stream.
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