ᴀᴇʀɪᴏɴ, ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴇꜱᴛᴇʀᴏꜱ

🌸 Starting Stats (New King) : 156 🌸 (Old Queen passed with 600 stats)


◕ 3/15/23 - Crowned/ 166 stats/6m
◕3/16/23 - 186 stats/6m
◕3/16/23 - 198 stats/6m

♡.﹀ ʙɪᴏ ﹀.♡

You enter a colossal, what looks to be an deserted palace, you meet the faces of two guards, who ask your business. When you tell them your intentions, they nod to each other and they ask you to follow them, 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲.. their voices are deep........

As you walk with them, you see a couple of smaller lioness peaking out behind a silky crimson curtain, when you made eye contact with them, you heard a gasp and watched them disappear behind the silk, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐝𝐝? Whilst walking along this wide, dreary hallway, the only décor you can make out are the paintings of monsterish-looking lions holding decaying heads under their giant paws...you scrunch your nose, what a horrible sight. Now, your gaze shifts to the guards, who are decked out in iron, and leather armor, both primal giants.

𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩!

You jumped a little, the guards chuckled, but held their proud stance. You were in front of a door, that looked as if it reached up to the heavens..it was decorated with teeth...the handles were giant skulls of mithra knows what, the large brute of a solider lifted his paw, as did the other and they both opened the ''doors''. Infront of you was a spacious throne room, a silky gold carpet, with gold and sand mounds at your left, and to your right. It was all sparkly..but in the corner of your eye, you saw a gloomy heap of cages..all housing what looks like starved lions, with bile and such piled up as their pillows...The guard closed the doors behind you, walking forward down the what seemed to be endless carpet. When you reached the end, there were about 4 large steps, it would take much energy to climb them, there was an iron throne, full of golden swords, silver swords, skulls, and a (lion based throne btw) soft looking blood red pillow. The curtains that were blurring the pure beauty slowly unveiled. You could see a large hallow doorway behind the throne. Footsteps..massive..loud footsteps. The guards suddenly perked up, from a slouchy form to an honorable salute. You jumped as both guards shouted in an foreign language, ''คll hคil คēri໐ຖ, kiຖງ ໐f ຟēŞtēr໐Ş, thē ๖คŞtคr໓ Ş໐ຖ ໐f Şēfēri໐ຖ, kiຖງ ໐f thē งēil, Şຟ໐rຖ pr໐tē¢t໐r ໐f thē Şēงēຖ kiຖງ໓໐๓Ş ໐f li໐໓໐๓, ๖l໐໐໓ ໐f hēi๓໓คl คຖ໓ f໐rງ໐ttēຖ f໐rคງēr ໐f rēคl๓Ş!'' A muscular, red beast emerged from behind the throne, a long, pale golden veil wrapped around his body, covering his eyes with golden rope typing around his legs. He sat down on the throne, making a hushed whistle between his protruding fangs, and within a blink of an eye a falcon came swooshing from one of the hollowed out sky-walls in the roof. It landed on the perch beside the throne, squawking and clicking its beak as it rotated its head to look at you and the guards.

''𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦?'' the voice boomed..it was a horrifying voice, deep and raspy, ambitious and evil. You tell him you're name, and occupation, what kingdom you are from, or what lands and kingdoms you rein over. He explains how he doesn't get many guests, usually the ones who come are there to seek his riches, and thanks you for not having to have another body in a cage. He invites you to dinner, and the guards escort you to the banquet hall..dark and dreary, cages, gold, and sand everywhere. Crimson tapestry's, of hawks and the deserts, blood and death. You and the king laugh together. As you take your leave, he wishes you well and safe passage.

''𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘴'𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘐 𝘣𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴. 𝘋𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.''