.Rook.

Kinged 03.Sep.2024
STUDS SHOULD ALWAYS BE OPEN - PLS PM IF NOT

Try to roll something good in S3, 5, 8 and 10 before kinging.
Otherwise you're *chef's kiss*
RMA count: 3
RMR count: 60
8 - Doubloon Dinictis S3
19 - Gold Dinictis S5
22 - Heather Mirage S10 Rare September NCL Exclusive ✅
26 - White Mottled Vents S3 (for now ✅)
LORE BEGINS BELOW:

Rook was found by the previous king, the small half drowned grey cub barley a few days old had send eerie sounds over the foggy wetlands that night. The whispers seemingly upset with the disruption of peace the pride had decided to investigate and appease their gods by finding the source of the unsettling noises. Nimbus wouldn't have been the first king to meet a grueling end by the vicious games the swamps can play on once mind - though if all of them could clearly pick up on the noises it surely had to be something tangible. After following the weakening cries he finally had stumbled upon Rook, half sunken into a mud pit Nimbus had hurried to carry the wet bundle back to their caves. Placed in the warm hidden cave with Parry and the healers caring for him, Rook actually managed to pull through. Soon he would be following Parry like he was her own cub, always paying great interest to her doings as the spirit guide. When not with his adoptive mother Rook would accompany Nimbus, the two so alike the whispers would be consulted several times to rule out that Rook per chance was a lost cub of his. Alas he wasn't, though that didn't keep Nimbus from naming him his heir once the cub had outgrown it's meager appearance. Now an adult submale, Rook actually would tower above the aging king giving him an impressive silhouette whenever he'd emerge from the deep fogs his grey fur melting into the blur.
Making use of what he learned under Parry's care he's often seen wandering the foggy banks as to where you may only here the occasional click of the pearls on his tail band and his eyes reflecting the eerie light of the glowing whips as he converses with them. While Rook is by far no king to fear he seemingly enjoys the rumors and creepy tales that formed around him. Many neighboring prides claim the swamp lands are ruled by a ghost roaming the silent bogs at night and if he's close you can here the clicking of his chains. Not that Rook would ever take advantage of that by deliberately scaring boisterous submales testing each others bravery by trespassing into his territory at night. Be it that he enjoys the reputation or just likes wandering the fog even his own pride will admit he does look like an apparition that comes to haunt them some nights. Though once the sun rises it's quite obvious Rook is still just a silly adolescent at heart, often more confident playing with the wide assortment of cubs than doing the more serious kingly duties. Luckily his nightly walks keep away most trouble, so life in the marshes is quit peaceful.