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~ 10.22.15 - 622 stats @ level 1 ll ~ 10.28.15 - 690 stats @ level 8 ll ~ 11.04.15 - 727 stats @ level 9 ll ~ 03.09.16 - 800 stats @ level 10 ll ~ 03.22.16 - 832 stats @ Level 11
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10.08.15
Today was the day that this subordinate male was adopted into the pride of the mighty King, named Jurisdiction II. At first, he was hesitant to follow the Queen, who lured him in with sweet words and subtle fragrance of hormones. Upon arriving in the savannah, he was surprised to find that the pride fancied living in tall grass, clearly the site of a previous wild-fire. The ground was still charred, but it didn't stink anymore. Instead, it smelled like a lot of ladies had been here. Cautiously, he stood before the Court, consisting of the King, Queen, and Consorts. For several long, agonizing moments, he was examined, circled, sized up by the pride. After much deliberating, and even some back and forth banter, he was faced with an ultimatum. He could join the pride and use his obvious strong blood-line to further solidify the Pride's power and reputation, or he could turn tail and run, only to die as a coward and never be heard of again. His name could echo through the lands, forever engraved into the rocks of this land, or he could wipe his pathetic being out, here and now. Begrudgingly, not ready to die, and with nothing to lose, he agreed to the terms laid before him. Before he was led off again, he was introduced to the Princess, Heiress to the throne. Immediately, he felt imprinted upon, obligated to quake in her presence. What a mighty woman. If he was to bring this Pride to glory, it would be with her; he would have it no other way. However, he was ushered off again, having hinted discretely to see the Princess later, only to be brushed off by the Royalty. Off he went, into a nearby cave. It was only after several hours of ritualistic initiation and binding by Oath that he finally recieved his name: Heimdall, the Overseer of the Rainbow Bridge, Seer of All. The Royals must have believed this would grant them great luck and protection.
10.09.15
For several hours, while the Pride slept, he met with the Princess at a Watering Hole, and divulged his plans, having recognized the embers of rage in her. Surely, she must have had some vendetta against the Tyrants? And, to his amazement, she agreed to aid him... Only if he would be her King, as there were no other suitable, or attractive males left within the Pride. Gracefully, he rose and bowed, swearing his fealty to her, and her alone; that only his Queen may command him from then on. These Tyrants must have been so blind to the rebellion growing among their ranks. And, if they found out, they would cast him away, for certain. Oh, but did he have other plans in mind... From day one, he was plotting his revenge for being dragged into this desolate hell-hole, and promised death if he left. Today was only the beginning; arrogant fools had the audacity to trust an outsider, stronger than themselves, to build them to glory. Heimdall would build them a glorious Empire, of course; he swore an Oath. But, it would be his way; what he considered to be the purest path, or he would purge these lands of the evil that tainted them, even if that meant murdering the tyrants who stood on the throne today, and so obnoxiously groomed the Princess. Oh, the Princess... Now, his Queen. For the rest of the night, they both rested, but were up early by the break of dawn, as the other Lionesses went to hunt. For now, he and the Princess did watch the patterns of the Pride, noting their routine was frighteningly like clock-work. This would make an attack all too easy to plan... But, patience was a virtue.
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