Derie's Den

About Me

R.I.P Quok & Gliokkolsia

A man who has no hope on anything, but served with good luck for his years.
(he/him/they/them)
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I don't do any studding, nor really interact with others in the game. Only when needed. really. If you need to get contact with me for some odd reason just go to messages and send it in! I'll see it one day and reply slow and simple. If I don't reply then I just don't know what to say or didn't have the time to go ahead and check on the game!
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Some of my cubs/adults are up for trade so you can look through and see them! If I don't have any then harsh luck, message me if you're willing to for one of my lions though. If it's one of my muts. It'll most likely be a no so don't be surprised at all.
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I love art!
it could count as a messy and scratchy sketch if so. I can't draw a lot of things but Im working on drawings cats / animals the most. I'm willing to try and draw lions as well so I can sketch / draw some of my lions that I love the most! I do Oc's! My favorite has to be Lime! Lime is a brown hyena. I have another in which is a mix of a bat and more but luckily I forgot her name. Welp.
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Onward with that. . . I don't do much things on here so if you see me on it's your lucky day! I mostly like playing other things as well! Hah! Oh, well.
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unfortunately for you if you're here to attack or get some territory then you probably can't! My alt takes it but even so if you do it shows me that people actually see my account. Wow!

The gathered lions all had their heads up high, gazing around. One in particular was named Derie. This lion had a yellow coat, white eyebrow markings, and a spiky mane to top it off. His legs curled in and he batted around a rock in frustration. A loud roar sprang across the clearing, all of them glaring up at a large, muscular mutation. His long teeth sparked Derie’s impagination. The larger lion balanced himself on the rocks, slowly making his way down with a blank gaze that was cold towards the others. His eyes darted around to all the gathered felines, seeing which one would pick the pumpkin. "It's time for this to be all settled...tonight" He snapped, tossing his paw over as they made their way to the start of the group. With a snarl all the mumbles coiled away in an instant. Derie sat there, unbothered by their actions, sitting tall and round-like to see more respectful towards the higher ranks. His eyes slowly made their way to that one mutated one, seeking attention to see if he was picked. "The newest pride will be formed, seeking new dynasty within these peeks. This pride will serve it's purpose and grow on, nursing others and growing into large beasts that wouldn't be mistaken as a simple cub." He stopped at Derie, raising an eyebrow with curiosity. "Step forward, Derie." His voice deepened. Derie pulled himself up, padding across as eyes were laid upon his coat of jealously. The ceremony went on...