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...This lion greets you in a rather curious way. He's reared himself backwards, paws flailing, and headbutted you /right/ in the shoulder! After composing himself, he sits on his haunches, sniffs to clear his nose, and pompously goes on with stating that his esteemed cousin, an avid observer of... goats, was it? Or was it ibex?... has told him that this is how they show great enthusiasm for a new ally!
...An elderly-looking lioness behind him is slowly shaking her head. She doesn't seem convinced that his 'esteemed cousin' knows what he's talking about.
Whatever the case may be, there's certainly a great deal of genuine delight on Dreamwick's half of the exchange... one would think that a lion this willing and pleased to accept strangers into his territory wouldn't be faring well at all in terms of proper, traditional defenses... but he doesn't give you much time to /think/ about anything. He's already introducing you to various members of his pride, like a decorated captain giving a showy, grand tour of his beloved battleship... but less of a battleship, per se, and more of... well, a mess. Perhaps it would be better to focus on the the inhabitats rather than the haphazardly decorated hub of activity.
He's showing you his cubs, his lioness, and, of course, the various... non-lion creatures that he's managed to convince to stay within his territory, including a crocotta that he seems QUITE smitten with.
Each of his statements is boomed out like thunder, each toothy smile is flashed to the very widest. There's no time to let your paws stand idle, good fellow! Don't dawdle! HURRY UP! You still have to meet the beetles...!
You're not really getting a moment's rest here, are you? Of course not. This isn't some lazy jungle river. This is a beehive of a pride, full of buzzing vigor! (Or so he tells you, despite the fact he seems to be the only lion prancing about like a gazelle with its fetlocks on fire. Every other pride-member, save for the tussling cubs, of course, seems to be moving at a pretty average speed, themselves. Perhaps Dreamwick is the only one full of bees.)
You're not interested In meeting the meerkats next door, you say...? WELL! No matter. They're boring, anyways.
Perhaps you'd like to talk about the stars. This lion seems... borderline obsessed with enthusing about the stars. Amongst a great deal of other things wheeling overhead. Clouds, tree branches, locusts, birds, the sky, the moon... anything that sits above his nose is most likely /quite/ the topic of adoration.
He speaks of everything without even an ounce of hesitation... even if it's to declare that he simply doesn't KNOW what he's talking about. My word, what an exhausting fellow. It's as if you took a cub's loudmouthedness, wrapped it up in the lyrics of 'I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General', gave him enough generosity for at least two prides, and then told him that all the secrets to life were to be found anywhere BUT the ground, and THEN poured all these messy traits into a young, rather inexperienced king.
What an adventure his reign will be.
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It seems that Dreamwick has suddenly decided to change his name to Rooiboswick.
He won't explain *why* to anyone that asks, but will explain what this 'rooibos' stuff is... hm.
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