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~Introduction dialogue~
"Hey! Who's that?! There's some kind of freak ogling us!" One of the pale, red-eyed lionesses suddenly screamed as soon as she saw you walking past the basking spot she and her sisters had claimed. They all rose up, smelling almost sick because of how much fermented marula fruit they'd been eating.
"Go away, you bunny chaser!" shouted another one. "We're not up for sale! We're not giving you no cubs! Take your offers and stick it up yours!"
"Yeah! Fuck you!" The one with a mane visible yelled louder than any of them. All of a sudden, this group of lionesses are pelting you with fruit, dried shit and cracked skulls! You quickly haul ass out of there, stunned at the utter rudeness of those icy bitches. But maybe there was something else...they had the same mannerisms of scared little girls that don't have anyone to protect them. Maybe they've been told to act that way, or maybe they just know that even if their king would help, it wouldn't hurt to defend themselves.
Even if you come back, all of them are like this. They don't want anything to do with you; you're a guest, not a member of this pride, but even so, their manners are horrid. The king must be either incredibly lazy to let this pass...or maybe he's actually laughing at all of this like it's some kind of sick joke.
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The fourth Achromia lioness bought by Ghadhabu, "Lulu" is the Swahili word for pearl. Chosen as the next Chief Huntress, it was the king's wish to have the Royal Den made up exclusively of Achromia lionesses and other unique females for breeding, the start of a new era of mutants for the entire family. This also shed light on his inner ideas for what was considered "more royal" than common lions and lionesses; apparently Ghadhabu thought primals were above all, then "pure" coats like Achromia and Melanism were below them, then piebalds, then overgrown manes or teeth or claws, including primal fangs. In general, the appearance of the mutation carried over to the "power" of that cat, so the black primal considered Achromia females the closest thing he could get to perfection without having more primals.
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