Flaring Heart's Den

FUTURE GOALS

- Have 5,000 SB [✓]
- Have 10,000 SB [✓]
- Have 50 GB [X]
- Breed a mutie [✓]
- Breed a DU [X]
- Breed a hybrid [X]
- Have mut caves filled [X]
- King a sub male [X]
- King a mutie [X
- Own 20 beetles [X]
- Own 50 lionesses at once [X]
- Own 100 Lionesses at once [X]
- Have 200+ territory [X]
- Finish Achievements [X]
- Own Dream Mutie (Leopon) [X]
- Own Dream Mutie (Melanism) [X]

PROJECT
I’m going to do a project where I am not allowed to buy lionesses or have people transfer lionesses with lineage to my account, or anything other than that. I am only allowed heritageless Lionesses if not born to my own pride and I’m going to see how hard that is to do and if I can actually build up a pride.

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I will be allowed to choose any heritageless (Exception being G2 ferus males) outside males to stud to, just to make sure inbreeding is kept at bay, and so I can allow passable mutations (i.e. piebald, patches, primal) into the gene pool.

PRIDE LORE

First Arrival
Chp 1

Flaring Heart believes that lionesses should be the ones in control, and after her old pride got taken over and her cubs slaughtered, she was expected to accept the evil lion as a mate. She decided to make her own pride, and now she lives at a calm oasis, with loyal sub males who share her beliefs and help support the pride. She is sweet and generous towards her pride members, and kind to the wildlife, but outside lions have her buzzing with fury when they trespass on her land.

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You feel as though you have been travelling for weeks. When did you leave your pride again? You can’t remember. Why? Well, that’s a whole other thing in its self. All you know is that you would trade your tail for a drink right now. As you pad along the baking sand, well, ‘pad’ isn’t the correct word... ‘drag your near dead body’? Much better. As you drag your near dead body along the baking sand, you spot an oasis that seems to be housing a pride, and you realise you must have wandered onto another king’s stretch. Well, oasis = water and water = not having to die of dehydration, so what choice do you have? You pad closer to get a better look. A group of lionesses are laying together on rocks that jut out of the ground, warmed by the sun. They are chatting and laughing together, and you decide to ask them were their king is, maybe he will let you rest? Maybe even eat and rehydrate? You pause, squinting, and see a few males laying at the lionesses’ paws. Maybe one of them is the king... but they don’t seem too kingly to you, with their heads down almost in respect of the lions above them. Suddenly a lioness with a pretty grey coat snaps her head up, and her gaze is so intense it stops you in you tracks. She roars and leaps from the rock, the other lions right on her heels as she charges towards you. You turn on your heel. Is this lioness out of her mind?! You hear another furiously unwelcoming roar from behind you as they catch up, and you can’t help but fear what will happen next- and also, is this lioness part cheetah or something? Because you swear you were far away. Cringing, you glance over your shoulder, and see the lioness stalking up to you, teeth bared and snarling, adorned with big cat pelts and lion skulls. You would think she was a normal pride member, if it wasn’t for the air of authority around her and the sub males trailing behind her, ears pricked for commands . Despite yourself, you look down respectfully. “Did you actually have the... arrogance to enter my territory and think you could stroll around like you work hard to keep it in check?” She snarls at you, and after a lot of rapid reasons for her not to slit your throat, she aims a vicious swipe at your face, causing you to stumble back. Yowch, that’ll leave a good story to tell... she mutters something to the lions around her and soon you are surrounded. The lioness speaks again. “I am Flaring Heart, the Queen of these lands,” Queen? There are no ‘queens’... only kings, right? “I will not permit snarky lions into my lands, not without punishment.” She raises her paw, and you wonder if this is how you die. Killed by a lioness? Really, world? You hear a sharp, sudden voice from behind the crazed lioness. “Oh come off it, Flaring Heart.” She turns and you get a glimpse of white fur. “He was probably just passing through... looking for a drink, didn’t smell the border-“
“I am sick of lions disrespecting my borders!” Flaring Heart thunders, interrupting her. The queen steps out of the way and you see a tall, white lioness with streaks of colour and speckles all through her fur. It’s really quite exotic. You realise your staring. She gazes at you evenly with pale eyes, calm and collected. Her voice is soothing, though still commanding. “Ignore my leader’s aggression, if you will, she very much dislikes lions that lack enough brain cells to wander through her territory without getting the faintest whiff of a scent marker.” It feels like bullying at this point. You notice a smirk on Flaring Heart’s face. “I will permit you one day to rest, drink and take food you need, that is all” The leader gives one last disapproving glare, and storms away to what you can only assume is her den. The other lions surrounding you break away, but one stays, looking at you with excitement. “Hey there! Sorry about my pride, they are a little on the aggressive side... the white lioness, she is called Morning’s Break. She’s probably the nicest. Come to think of it, I’m pretty nice too. Maybe you’ll make a new friend, aye?” She grins “It’s great to see a new face here, y’know Flaring Heart really hates strangers... guess you gather that, huh?” She chuckles and pads away. This day just gets better and better... you crouch to lap at the cool, refreshing water of the oasis... but while your here, you may as well look around, right? Though the lionesses here... there is something strange about the way they look at you... like they are the ones in control around here... it gives you the chills.


Unsuccessful Hunting
Chp 2

You pad around the oasis, thinking about the lioness who just spoke to you. Actually, she never told you her name. To be fair, no one here in these strange lands knows your name, either. You notice out of the corner of your eye Flaring Heart emerging from her den and pausing on the small stone rise just outside to sweep her fiery gaze over the stretch. When her eyes rest on you, she narrows them and flicks her tail in frustration. Now that you get a better look at her, you notice her legs are wrapped in dusty white bandages, and there is a large round scar on her shoulder, most likely from a hunter’s arrow. A vicious skull mask, her most predominant feature adorns her face, along with matching bone earrings that rattle against it whenever she moves, and a rabbit skull necklace. A tight leather tracking collar finishes off the imposing look. You wince. That’s a lot of bones... at least you’ll able to hear her coming. You inspect some of the other lions scattered around, but none of them catch your interest, so you stand up and decide to explore the dens around here. No one will mind right? I mean, Flaring Heart is giving you a really dirty look right now, but whatever. You pad up to the first cave mouth and peer inside. You back out of the den again after looking around some, you decide to familiarise yourself with the other caves. Vulture’s Lookout, Serval Hallow, Cobra Slopes, a couple others... you decide to remember the names in case they are ever mentioned again, for whatever reason. Not much happened... but as you lounged by the water’s edge, you saw a lioness come sprinting over the horizon, looking terrified out of her mind, so much so that when she skids to a halt at Flaring Heart’s feet she doesn’t even notice you. She speaks shakily, her voice and body trembling too much to speak normally. “Snake at the hunting grounds. It grabbed hold of her leg... I tried to stop it... I’m sorry.” The lioness collapses, her trembling legs giving way beneath her. Flaring Heart snarls, and stamps her foot into the dirt.
“We are out of herbs to treat snake bites... what am I supposed to do now?-“ She turns back to the lioness and calms her down, they exchange a few muttered words, before having another lioness direct her into a den to lay down for a while, and check her for bites. She springs suddenly forward, a few other lions bounding after her. You spin around startled, are they all leaving? Now? And nobody invited you, great and mighty king? Guess you’ll have to permit yourself. You being racing after the small group, your feet pounding against the sand and reminding you of how tired your limbs are from the journey. Rest will halve to wait, this seems important. You finally catch up the Flaring Heart, and ask her what snake it was. “Black Mamba” she replies, looking grim. Yikes. Would the lioness survive long enough to be treated? It was unlikely, you had never dealt with black mamba bites in your pride yourself, but you had heard they were more often than not fatal to lions that weren’t treated. Even if they were, survival rates were not guaranteed. Your pride, they must be so confused, wondering where you went. Why did you leave anyway... finding something, you know that much. You cont remember anything else though... after a short run, you see a lioness laying on the floor, completely still. The queen slows, then stops a few meters away. “... Dusk Falling, get up.” Her voice cracks. “Please, get up. Dusk. Dusk.” You gaze at the lioness. There is no saving her now, that is obvious.

Chp 3 coming soon...