Dove-star licked his thick chestly fur, his bright dove eyes half-lid with amusement. "of course they are my friend, wanders are very welcome in my pride, but for only a short time" he shook his fur and flashed his vibrant colors and piebald mutation "wanders may stay for 7 months, only if they have my cubs, they may eat, drink and sleep among my lionesses until my broods can take the cub" dove-star smirked at his fellow king "then they are off, its not my responsibility with what comes next"

he turns his attention to another king, playfully and charmingly rolling over towards them with a witty smirk "say, whats your favorite type of lioness? or even lion" he winked, thinking himself a charmer.

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Aflelis stared blankly at the attempts of the previous king to be charming.

"I prefer the more observatory and watchful lions, rather then those trying as hard as some do to gain some sort of following, or liking from others. I find those who listen more often than they speak to be more insightful and knowledgable."

The young king nodded, satisfied with his answer and turned to the next king/queen.

"How is your ruling of your pride different or similar to the king or queen before you?"

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Cervade blinked awake from her sleepy trace, shaking her head to fluff her fur out before asking for the question to be repeated. "How is your ruling of your pride different or similar to the king or queen before you?" the young king with hazy eyes before him repeated.
"Ah, well, Casantos wasn't exactly the most merciful, she usually chased unwanted cubs out of the territory, killed them, or abandoned them before they could defend themselves. Sometimes even the month after they were born, unfortunately" Her eyes glanced around, searching for a snack of some sort, her posture slouching when she noticed there was nothing around. "I, on the other hand like to let them grow up, then I let them go off by themselves to find a pride that they like" She continued "Not all of them are bad looking and deserving death, perhaps they can become a good asset to another pride"

Cervade looked to the next ruler in line "What is your thoughts on the new base that was found, Decennial I think its called"

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Terror didn't make much of a move; simply lounging where she was and seemingly toying idly with shadowstuff. The meeting was certainly an interesting one and thankfully, had yet to become bored. When the queen spoke, the empress rose to her paws and though her expression remained one of bored indifference, she performed a graceful -if somewhat flamboyant- pirouette.

"Decennial, hmm?" Her attempt at purring those words merely made them seem rough and raspy; like sandpaper sliding across dry stone. "I think it's quite nice; fortune -and I- favor the bold and interesting, after all." It was a bit strange speaking of fashion, but the interdimensional traveler did enjoy doing so from time to time, especially when someone else seemed to be interested in such things. "It's rather easy to work with as well."

Sinking back onto her haunches, she tilted her head, purple eyes seeking to bore into the next monarch: "No one is without adversaries. Tell me how you and yours deal with your enemies?"

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Jask turns their gaze to Terror, realizing she’d asked them a question. They pause for a moment, seemingly searching for their answer, green gaze brightening once they’ve found it.

“I am fortunate enough to not have many enemies yet. My predecessor and namesake, and the founder of the pride before them made sure of that by being as peaceful as they could. However, there are instances when I come across unruly lions in my territory. I try to be peaceful when I can, but of course, a ruler must put the safety of their pride first. When it comes to it, I can do what I need to fight someone off, as can my lionesses if they see something during a hunt.”

Jask finishes their answer, and looks around a moment before their sights settle on the next ruler. For a split second they falter, and another presence can be sensed behind them before they shake their head and speak. “I’ve seen many different ruling styles since taking the throne, so tell me, what’s yours? Are you a merciless ruler, are you kind, or are you something else entirely?”

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"Oh! Sorry! Me?" Apollo said, surprised at the question. The Golden king was not paying attention, instead he was playfully biting his own tail-chomper. Despite getting older, his behavior was... not far away from a silly teenager. The monarch put their claw on their chin, thinking and doing the typical 'hmm' sound. "I suppose you could call me a kind leader, yeah" he said while going back to his typical relaxed, and somewhat flirty, posture he always seems to be in, with himself laying on the floor, paws crossed. "I like to let my girlies and bros do whatever they feel like doing at any time, rules are for losers, I say" They paused for a moment "Though, our pride has a system where two lions are selected to be leaders. One is chosen by the pride, which is I, and the other is a direct descendant of Gaia, a very respectable lioness from our home, every generation selects a queen or king to rule alongside the chosen monarch" He giggles a little before continuing, explaining what was so funny "I don't think lady Ubaste is going to let me do any mistake, she's a softie but a great leader, I tell you, she'll smack me if I do any stupid shit haha..." one of their paws softly touching his face, seems like that actually happened once or twice... or even more times of what Apollo would admit.

"Now..." he said, looking around to see the many leaders near him. "You. Tell me, does your pride have a backstory? A reason to exist? Or you just woke up one day and 'Man, I sure want to claim some girls and live by my own rules'"

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Afelis looked to the Piebald king.

"Not too long ago, me and my companion," Afelis nodded to the Verreaux's Eagle that sat beside him. "Were wandering an oasis of black sand. We had been following two birds, The Buzzard and The Raven, in hopes that they would guide us to some sort of sanctuary. After making our way through the dark desert we came across a vast Temperate Coniferous Forest. There we found The Raven and The Buzzard waiting for us to catch up. I knew instantly that this forest was ours to claim, so I named it Mirewood, and that was where The Colony began."

Afelis wore a content look. He turned to the next king/queen.

"What symbolizes your pride, if anything? What do you believe you stand for?"

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he pauses, staring at the king for a moment before looking down. as a new king its hard to say "hmm... beauty, both inside and out." he chuckled "it may sound foolish but my pride believes and stands for the beauty of life itself, and that beauty doesn't stop when you die, it simply means you've reached the most beautiful thing, eternal rest" he shook his head "silly, isn't it?" he looked up at the sky "the Demi-goddess Tasha, the goddess of beauty, kindness, and flora has blessed this pride with many piebald cubs, and flowers, thanks to the eternal beauty she gives us we thrive" he smiled gratefully at the sky "and for that, we worship the beauty in everything, the leaves, the soil, the food even the worms that eat our dung"

he turned a thoughtful gaze to the next "enough about my silly values" he quirked a curious brow "what's your favorite food eh?" he gave a glimmering smile, "and I'm not taking some simple fish or gazelle give me your innermost craving, your highness"

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The empress found herself unconcerned and almost bored with the talks of politics, religion and pride values; things she knew mortals needed in their lives, no matter how meaningless she found such concepts to be. Perhaps she would have fallen asleep, or simply unlocked the door to that interdimensional corridor so she could wander again-- until the subject once again switched to something she thought was more interesting.

Tilting her head, the creature made a thoughtful sound in the back of her throat, muzzle stretching into some unheavenly approximation of a grin, coupled with a rough, strangled sound that passed for laughter as the young king posed his inquiry. "Now that's a loaded question, if I've ever heard one!" That rattling, choked laughter colored her hollow voice with mirth, "If we're merely speaking of individual culinary preferences... well, I find the souls of the condemned and hopeless to be the most delicious and sustaning. If you mean lust, rather than a simple desire to satiate one's stomach, everything. I've got no shame in admitting I'm an avaricious, gluttinous bitch and I want -and will have- it all: undying, unquestioning loyalty, wealth, absolute control over everything and everyone within my domain, to annihilate those who would oppose me... to turn those adversaries' territories into forests of corpses... transform their rivers and ponds into vile pools of long-lasting, agonizing poisons..."

The polite, ladylike tittering that puncuated those words was entirely out of place with her tirade itself; as was the attempt at a charming little smile. Even after that bout of verbal vomiting, the creature still seemed unfazed and perhaps even quite lazy as she turned her attention to the next monarch: "You there, tell me the tale of your greatest failure." Of course, it wasn't a question, so much as an almost unreasonable demand; but that was just the way she was.

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Orchidstar gazes at the empress, almost entranced by the immortal being. In all her years ruling, she had never quite seen a creature like her. The pink queen's ears pricked and twitched as she sat up, prepared to take her spot in the meeting. "Well, it is not much of a tale. Previous monarchs before me have had greater failures than I. I suppose my greatest failure was saving my brother from the May Championships. His name was Lotus, and he was almost a spitting image of myself. I was only an apprentice, so really I could have done nothing." Orchidstar shook her head, eyes becoming suddenly tired, "Lotus was determined to enter despite his health in decline. Eventually, he was severely injured in a match, as his competitor did not stop despite having already won. A son of a foreign king stepped up to the throne because Lotus became unfit to rule and protect us." Orchidstar's eyes welled, but maintained her composure, "it is my greatest regret, not doing more to save him. I suppose by the time he entered that arena he was already gone."

The pink queen turned to the next monarch, laying back down to recuperate. Her primal heir rushed to her side, helping the elder ruler down and whispering something in her ear. She shoos him away, turning to the next ruler. "What is your greatest regret?"

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Jask turns their head towards Orchidstar’s question. They look to the two lionesses surrounding them, and after a nod from one wearing a rather odd witch hat, they sigh and begin to speak.

“I try not to live a life of regret. Every action I take is the best I can do with the information I have at the moment. However, try as I might, I will always have one regret.” They pause, almost seeking guidance from an unseen presence, before they shake their mane and continue.

“I will always regret my likeness to our pride’s previous leader, and my namesake. From what my pride’s sorceress has told me, somehow I am the reincarnation of the first Jaskiier. Something to do with lightning and a soul for a soul or something like that, the details don’t really matter. But due to this, I have fragments of their memories, but those don’t bother me as much as the glances from the pride-mates who knew them. Jaskiier’s daughters would forget for a moment who I was, and that I wasn’t their parent. As a young cub that was…confusing at best. I try to regret nothing, but I think I will always feel disheartened that, try as I may, I’m not the lion some of my pridemates want to believe I am.”

Jask finishes their answer to Orchidstar’s question, and after thinking for a moment, they turn to the next ruler, eyes brightening. “Well, enough with all this talk of regret and failures. What was your proudest moment in your time as leader? I know I’ve got a few, so I’m interested to hear your response.”

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The queen lifts her chin. "Unlike you, I am significantly better than my predecessors, and therefore have many proud moments. To pick would be difficult." Unholy Worship hummed thoughtfully for a moment. "I must say, rebuilding the pride from the dust it was built upon, what a weak foundation." She shakes her head, jewelry jingling near her ears. "I hold such great pride for my lions, who worked so hard to get better and fix everything. Myr, the original creator, was such a disappointment. Had my lions living in trees! Do you believe that!" Unholy Worship huffed, disgusted. "At least Silenced Beauty got the underground part right." Her fluffy tail swishes. "StarSeer, one of the first in the pride and one who has seen much, she would be proud, I know. My StarGazer may not want to say it yet, but she will see one day. The pride has come to such wealth in my control." She grins, then pauses. "What was the main question again? I may have gone a bit off track?" She blinks her cloudy eyes slowly.

"Right! My proudest moment! As I said, rebuilding my pride to become the best they can. Some lionesses simply weren't good enough, and the territory was practically falling apart! Those filthy caves! I just had to clean up. My pride was happier after, I know it. StarSeer may not agree, but her daughter, my beloved StarGazer, does wholeheartedly." She purrs. "Oh!" She turns her ears up. "Or perhaps seeing my first litters! I walked into the nursery one day and there were two beautiful cubs! My perfect Snowflake was born that day, as well as my sweet Wild berry. Who would have thought my first litter would hold not one but two beautiful cubs. Forget the 5 other cubs, those weren't worth keeping alive." Unholy Worship nods, happy with her answers.

"And for you, ruler," the queens gaze turned to the lion beside her. "Do you believe in an afterlife? How so? Do you know a way to communicate with your deceased?

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Igneous scowls at the remark of him JUST being a ruler, despite having done nothing to prove he was better.. yet. Igneous flicked his ears, despite his pathetic height and youthful look, he held an arrogant aura. His green eyes were laced with an uncertain emotion.

"I believe there is an afterlife, while I personally have no way of speaking to ghosts. Two of my lionesses claim to be able to, I give them the resources to speak with spirits if it'll ease their minds. Crimson and Jerome are an odd bunch, but I have respect for their skill nonetheless." He narrows his eyes, seemingly daring them to insult the two lionesses.

He looks at the next ruler, giving them a contemptuous snarl. "How do you choose your heirs? Style or their strengths?"

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Orchidstar lays tired eyes on Igneous, considering his question carefully. Glancing at her purple-ish ferus heir, the queen answers. "Well, I generally choose my heirs based on lineage and looks. I want my lionesses to keep producing cubs that are worthy of being part of the pride." The ferus beside her smiles slightly, but returns to standing guard and Orchidstar continues, "This is Moon, next in line for the throne. He's quite handsome, at least I think. Many of my lionesses enjoy the "pulsar" markings and primitive look."

Orchidstar turns to the next monarch in the circle with inviting eyes, "how do you keep your huntresses trained?"

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he smirks with amusement at Igneous's attitude, finding his brash personality charming in a funny way "an heir is chosen oddly in our pride, only a brood can have a cub that contests to be an heir, and even then they must have the mental need to be an heir as I did" he flexed his shiny fur "but another problem is if they are part of a bloodline like me, if they are part of a bloodline they have a higher chance of being an heir"

he raised his brows and a slightly sinister smirk arose "and if there are two? they must fight until one gives in" the look disputed before he took a few steps towards another ruler, circling them "and what about you your lovely highness" he laid down really close "have you ever had a favorite lioness or even lion?" he asked, his face cocked in a curious glance.

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