𝔖𝔬𝔤𝔪𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔥's Den

WATCH THE TEMPLE

Your footsteps are hesitant within the unfamiliar territory you find yourself exploring -- the ground is covered in moist sod, the mist from the nearby evergreens blurring your vision just enough to make you feel uneasy. It's incredibly quiet here, unusually so for any evergreen forest; even the small droplets of rain that fall on your pelt are silent as they come to rest within the dead leaves that coat the dirt under your paws. You sniff the air, which is thick and heavy with moisture -- your mane sticks to your face as you think about it, and you huff the nuisance strands away from your eyes. You must be ready for anything.

A low growl shakes through the mist to your ears, causing them to prick and point toward the sound. Another wave of the same sound, an unsettling replica of a male lion's roar. It was more hollow, almost a groan; identifiable yet completely foreign. Finally, a shape forms in front of you - a lumbering silhouette with a faint light blue glow. Two piercing blue eyes gaze back at your wide-eyed stare, more mist snaking out of the beast's nostrils and wisping upwards into the air as he exhaled each breath. He is neither welcoming nor outwardly disagreeable, angry nor happy. An eerie silence comes over you both, the birds even sensing his presence and taking to the air.

"Speak." The spectre grunts, blue mist leaking from his mouth as he forms the words. His voice is even more offputting than his appearance. Dozens of voices layered together, echoing over their own tones, forced together by the mortal vocal chords pushing them out. It was the remnants of souls before, long forgotton within these hills; all trying to gain purchase within the male that stands before you. As you desperately search for the strength to respond, you find that all language has abandoned you in the moment. The absolute unnaturalness of it all might be too much; it's becoming clear that this place is somewhere that should stay hidden. Stumbling upon these beings can be the last mistake you ever make.

"Since you cannot find your voice," the male sneers, "I shall start the introductions." He lifts his lips in disgust at you and your lack of response. You feel something stir within you. Indignation? You are a King after all. Someone to be feared! Surely you can find your strength now, as you've done so many times before.

The other king stirrs before you, taking a stride scross to your right to circle you slowly, analyzing you. Your fur stands on end, and you begin to suspect he's gazing at more than just your mortal body. A certain type of hopeless fear grips your lungs as you realize this lion may be beyond the every day quarrels of the mortal realm. He may just be beyond the ideals of royalty as you know it.

"My name is Sogmollach, and if you must stay you may do so. My kindness does eventually wear thin."

TOPPLE OVER

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