Cogwheel isn't quite sure why he decided to join the gathering of kings and queens, and for the most kept to the shadows of the surrounding foliage, but now that he's found himself faced with another from a world far different from his own, he finds his words.

"None, yet."

His cloudy gaze analyses the king before him: a kind-seeming individual wearing dark pearls and flowers, with sharp horns jutting out of his fur between his ears. He looks relatively harmless, but Cogwheel himself knows that most, if not all, carry secrets. He shakes his head, giving up on trying to see through this lion, and continues speaking.

"Other lions aren't a common sight within The Wastelands. Those that do appear here and there rarely stay for long. Certainly never long enough to breed, but that might change soon the older this generation gets."

For some reason he's not quite comfortable sharing breeding information with the king he's facing, so he decides to move on. Turning to another lion he asks:

"Has your pride, or territory as a whole, ever faced an undefeatable force? Maybe, something along the lines of the end? Or at least what you thought was the end?"

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Duiwel shifted, having been kinged a few weeks ago he hadn't experienced anything yet, but the last king did. "I have not, but the previous king had an issue with our lionesses running away due to him forgetting to feed them...multiple times...He wasn't the BEST king, but he was strong. He would usually manage to coax them back, but there have been times where not all come back and he had to rebuild the pride"

Duiwel shook his main out, turning to the next lion. He thought about to for a moment before asking his question. "What's your favorite event out of the 12 events?"

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Ivor snorted. What a useless question. The events were a frivolous distraction; he had a pride to control, not time to spend chasing rabbits or frolicking beyond the stars. Though, he supposed the championships tended to spark his interest without fail... He shifted the lion skull atop his head as he spoke, his voice gravelly and rough from barking orders near constantly. "The Championships are worthwhile." His response was curt, and he offered no further explanation. What a prick.

He tilted his head to the left, scrutinizing the next ruler. "What are your thoughts on humans?"

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Belliaurum flipped his tail, embers streaking in an arch as he turned with a pondering expression. “They are an odd species,” he grunted out. “I’ve seen many wander across my lands, and of course, no interaction is the same as the last.” Belli’s voice rumbled out a purr, almost fond, until his masked brow furrowed, head facing the east. “That being said, with those interactions comes their own dangers and rewards. Many humans do not mind my presence and pass peacefully, or drop small treasures as they go… while others-“ He broke through his words with a dark chuckle. “Well, let us say their aggression has never ended quite well for them. I do wish they’d realize just how breakable they are.”

After a moment, he rolled onto his side with a stretch, basking in the suns rays. “Besides that, for a while now there’s still been whispers about the encounter with the Jaguars about a month back… Even the appearance now of Jaglions. What are your thoughts on the young hybrids, hm?”

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Art And Tragedy sat nearby up against a crooked tree, seeming alert and on edge. "Strange creatures, to say the least..." His voice was quiet as he spoke, only barely loud enough to hear. "But not unwelcome, at least by my own standards..." He paused briefly to think on what else to add before he slowly shook his head, his gaze flitting around the gathering of kings and queens. "I've never seen one myself, I've only heard about them from others. I'd have to meet one in order to judge any more personally than that..."

Art And Tragedy's voice trailed off as he turned his attention away from the previous, flaming and patchy, king.

"What do you think about what's been happening recently with this Great Drought that's chose to accompany us? And the humans? The many corpses of the now dead?"

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Ivor's ears swiveled back, barely visible over his 'unique' headdress. He let out a snort. "What else would I think? My pride is nothing less of rational, but this is clear proof that the Gods are cruel." He stamped his paw on the packed earth, a growl rising from his throat. "Humans, those filthy creatures. Pah! It's all their fault, I have no doubt. As for the corpses, the rising number of dead have done a number on my lions' spirits." His large tongue shifted around his mouth and he spat out an unidentifiable shard of bone. Weird. "Despite the severity, it is but a drought. We will persevere."

Ivor's gaze switched to the lion beside him, the blood perpetually staining his fur glowing red in the hot sun.

"Speaking of beliefs. You; tell us what your pride believes in. Are they sensible, or daydreaming baboons?" He huffed a bout of hot air from his nostrils, his own stance on the matter having been made clear.

(OOC: I was looking back on previous messages in this thread and I found it really funny how sophisticated this got!! not complaining at all, though, this is fun )

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With the pinning of his ears, he sent the previous king a snarl.

“‘Daydreaming baboons’?” He questioned. “Watch yourself.” The older king pinned the other with a glare, the flames apparent on his body glowing with searing heat. “Such beliefs are not daydreams. Many follow the ways of the our Gods… however, I grant the choice to my pride, and they can decide individually. I, on the other hand, do have somewhat faith in our Gods.. not to say they have an answer to everything, but they do exist.”

Moving his eyes elsewhere, he stretched his legs out. “In whatever their forms may be..”

With a sigh, Belliaurum then yawned. “Anyway, any news from your territory as of late? I heard the herds are on the move.” His question to the next ruler was accompanied by a tired flop along his side to the dry earth below.

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HoneyGold sat down next to the tired king;
"News? Ermmmm, a pack of wild heyneas were brave enough to try to attack some of my precious cubs, I destroyed them of course." HoneyGold replies.
"On a lighter note, which days are the strongest? Saturday and Sunday. The rest are weekdays. HAHAHA" He bounds away laughing at himself.

HoneyGold comes across another king/queen and says "Oh hello! I have a question, Do you you believe in God? Why or why not?"

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Temerity looks back at HoneyGold as she approaches, that constant stern, hard look on her eye fading at the question. It was a good question, after all. She sat down, staying quiet for a pawful of moments, eyes turning inward. Just before it seemed she wasn't going to respond at all, she landed back on reality, it seemed.

"I dunno if yer talkin' 'boit one God in specific, but A know of one that is, sev'ral, actually." She began, chest puffing out the slightest bit. "Saw 'er with me own two eyes, back when A had the other one. After the earth split open, ye could barely see the sun, but she shone as bright as it, she did. Never met someone that made ye feel safer, like not a thing in the world could touch ye with her there." She smiled ever so slightly, fondly. "A hope A turn into even a shadow of wha' she is."

"A know that, when me time comes, A'll see my lady Bast again, and A hope it'll be like greetin' an ol' friend."


As your ruler approaches, Lady Temerity is seen dozing in the sun, a half eaten fermented marula fruit by her paws. She looks up at you as you near. "Ahoy, ye! Say, tell me, what'd'cha change 'bout yerself if ye could? A new, shiny set of rosettes'? Colorful eyes?"

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Beth Dutton gave a slight smirk at the question, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considered it. "Change somethin’ about myself?" she’d purr, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Honey, I’m already a damn masterpiece. Maybe I’d just add a little more fire to this coat, make sure everyone sees me comin’ from a mile away."

After a beat, she'd lock eyes with the next king, a sly smile playing on her lips. "So tell me this—if you could know the outcome of every choice you make, would you still have the guts to make the hard decisions, or would you play it safe?"

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Midnight Solstice smirked at Beth Dutton, taking all the time she needed as she cleaned her fur, swayed her hips inside her halos. She shook herself, sending delicate sprays of stardust and darkness into the ambient air before speaking, every single syllable resonating with clear self-assurance,

“Of course I would, darling. Only a fool would throw away such a useful asset. It’d make claiming lionesses for my projects so much easier.”

Her brown eyes narrowed as they raked across a couple of faces before locking her eyes with the next king’s, licking her muzzle before purring, low, dangerous, yet darkly beautiful at the same time,

“Tell me, beautiful, if you could go back to the beginning of your reign, what would you have done differently and why?”

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Dawn eyes flickered to the speaking lioness; Aero clicked her tongue as she sat up from her laying position with a thoughtful expression. Her claw mindlessly digging through the soft earth below her paws. Her pinkish peach coat glistened in the evening sun, whilst a frown crept onto her maw.

With a flick of her tail, the Queen spoke with a sour hiss, although it was never truly directed towards Solstice intentionally. "I'd definitely keep two of my DU girl's cubs, poor things were actually worth something with their rosettes, just to be slaughtered... Those giving tree monkey's need to do better background checks!" Aero sniffed a bit as she recalled a little bird informing her that her cubs weren't in favor of their new home's.

She sucked it up eventually, pushing the pressing grief aside as she gazed to the next nearby King/Queen. "Hello, Love, mind telling me your opinion on which hybrid is better?"

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Varen's quiet gaze turns to the winged lioness, his eyes locking onto hers, the ravens that sit nearby Varen quiet down. He is silent for a long few moments before replying, his voice low as he speaks.

"The Wastelands rarely harbours such creatures... for they never last long, but from the few I've seen, I prefer Jaglions. They tend to be quieter, at least from what I've witnessed, and don't often cause much chaos; beneficial for all of us..."

Varen stares at the lioness for a moment longer before looking away from the maned queen and turning his gaze elsewhere, speaking to no one in particular he asks a question of his own.

"How often is it that you take in lions from other prides or territories? Is your pride mostly your kin, or the kin of others?"

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Whethee intentional or not, Varen's question ends up spoken towards Lady Temerity. Maybe it has something to do with the fact her parrots have hit it off with his crows, currently interchanging loud screeches and caws, even imotating one another. Through the racket, though, she seems unbothered, and only needs to think for a pawful of seconds.

"Ah, that's an easy one. Me pride, 's made outta lions from all paths o' life. Loners, exiles, the abandoned. Sometimes they don't even stay tha' long, and hitch a ride across the mighty blue to see the world, we always make sure to teach 'em our best shanties." She talks, a smile spreading to her muzzle. "Me kin spread far and wide, we're a cree of wanderlusters, they can't resist the callin' of the horizon." Her voice twinges with warmth and affection as she speaks.

As the avians quiet down, one flies over her head, swooping over a strange lion with curious squawks before returning to her shoulder, she simply watches with calm. "Ye there, are ye one to keep littler animals for company? Ever had a little pal to call yer own?" She questions, reaching up a claw to scratch as her feathery companion's chin.

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*Nuzzles puts his paw on his ear to ear better as he thinks about it for a while or well he forgets for a minute as he nods, he happily takes out of his from his mane, a pretty colored bird as he yawns he slowly points at the bird* "yes I do, youngling, I had many tho my lifetime, this one is missy and had a tiny rat name cheese," *he seems super proud as he talks but ended up going on a bit much so was told to ask the next lion to him before he went on for too long*

*Nuzzle went up to the next king/queen or well some lion had to help him over there as he was about to go the wrong way* "Sorry there, anyways you youngling, have you ever wanted a lion look but missed your chance to get it?" *he asked as he calmly waited*

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