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When you think of lions the most common thought that comes to mind would be the rolling golden plains of Africa that the buffalo, zebra, giraffe, cheetahs, and elephants call home. Perhaps even the marshlands, where it seems the wet season never ends and prey is plentiful among the thick mud and murky shallows. For the most part, you'd be right- but not for this pride. This pride calls the snowy alps home, their dens tucked away into the farthest reaches of the mountains where they're safe from the scourge of mankind. Their hunting grounds you may ask? Vast forests and plains blanketed with snow and ice, it takes a special kind of lion to traverse the lands with the grace and nobility of the pride that calls these icy hostile lands home.

Now you ask, what King in their right mind would call this foreign terrain home? None. A Queen would though. This snowy domain is reigned by a Queen that only legends foretold, Fast N Flurrious, the second of her name. Though such formalities aren't upheld in these lands and the common tongue only knows this Queen as Flurry. Her tale is like that of many others, though it seems a divine magic has allowed for this lioness to lead a pride of her very own.

Lionesses can be Queens in their own right within the pride but how many go on to lead the pride? Flurry had many siblings to contest with but very few carried her father's sacred markings. Her brothers who were fit to be king didn't carry the markings of a true king. For some time the fate of the pride remained unknown until the King's last litter was born in the midst of a blizzard. A small female cub born from a lioness known simply as Erindale who carried every marking of the King and then more. It was decided that night that the little female cub, born of the storm and ice, would inherit the pride with the passing of her father. Many in the pride questioned this decision, the reigning King was a powerful primal male, a testament to the strength and health within the pride. Those who dared to defy him were far and few between, how could this female cub grow to protect and lead the pride as their current king could?

Well, the divine magic that seemed to protect these icy lands had a different plan in mind. As Flurry grew she became the protege of her father, everything he did she must learn to do. Throughout her young life she clawed her way to the top, though with the inevitable passing of her father the pride became shrouded in doubt. A deadly storm fell upon the pride that night, wind howled around the mountain and snow fell in an opaque white sheet. Flurry surrendered the safety of her den for the cubs choosing instead to brave the harsh eternal winter of her home. As dawn broke the pride was awakened to a new Flurry. While she still looked like a Lioness she wielded the strength of ten male lions and patches of snow clung to her fur, and that of many lionesses and cubs in the pride.

No longer a pride of formidable primals but a pride of piebalds, their colorful and rosette pelts touched by the hand of winter resulting in white patches. Word of the new pride, and their Queen, spread across the prides and Fast N Flurrious, the second of her name, had fulfilled her father's namesake.

Though the tale of this pride doesn't end here, her father lead the pride with an iron paw- his rule as cold as the ice that they called home, but the softness of a lioness had brought a new era to the pride. With the soft heart Flurry had the lands her pride called home no longer became a hostile icy territory and the joy of the winter holidays brought visitors, though one left with a far bigger present from the pride than the others.

A Primal King known only by the name of Hook started a war with Flurry with Snuhlions. While checking her territory she came across a snuhlion with pee and poo left behind. Deciding to leave a snuhlion of her own she returned the favor to the King who lived south of her land and for many days this cycle continued, though their war of yellow snuh brought laughter with each turn of the day more and more thought began to go into the Snuhlions and slowly the two grew fond of eachother. Word of their romance reached the ears of cubs, known as Roka and Vox, and the ship known has Fook Hurry set sail.