"For the powerful, crimes are those that others commit."

Amenhotep |•| Male |•| King |•| 6 years |•| Den ⇛ Camp
Mentions: OPEN

The heat crept in from outside, its stifling temperature kept mostly at bay by the walls of the stony alcove. Inside, Amenhotep's sectoral eyes were hidden by brown eyelids is if he were still slumbering, but the flicking ear atop his head falsified suspicion. Primally-structured head rested lazily on gargantuan paws until boredom compelled him to rise, jaws opening in a sharp-toothed yawn. Rough, scarred pawpads found stone and soil in slow progression as the groggy male left the cozy den behind temporarily, slinking out into the sunlight. The two lions that slept outside his den had not yet opened their eyes, but may soon begin to at the rise of their King. For now, Amenhotep could not spot any of his Royal Guards, but expected them to make quick haste to his side when they realized his presence. Any that did not report to him soon enough might be fortunate enough to receive a simple cuff on the ear. But for now, the unhappy and paranoid king did not let his guard down, the end of his short tail twitching and his lip quivering slightly over the top of his lengthy fangs.



"'Fantasy. Lunacy.' All revolutions are, until they happen, then they are historical inevitabilities."


Zaynabi |•| Female |•| Huntress |•| 8 years |•| Den ⇛ Camp
Mentions: OPEN

Zaynabi galloped through the tall, thick grass, bounding over stones and getting high off of pure adrenaline. The lioness lept diagonally, her unsheathed claws scaling the face of a boulder and pushing the beast on, launching her further across the savannah and closer to the fleeing kudu before her. The muscles in her stocky legs tensed and sprung in the matter of several seconds, launching her back into the air and towards her prey. She'd gained a heavy amount of ground by now. Snarling, the female launched forward, lashing out with claws extended, catching the kudu's unfortunate behind. Her lanky, horned prey stumbled, almost sitting as extra weight was added to its back end. Zaynabi wrapped Her muscular forelegs around the kudu's middle, pulling herself forward and her quarry back. Her crushing jaws snapped around the neck and within minutes her prey was punished to the ground, bleating loudly. Zaynabi held fast, crushing the beast's throat with her trained jaws until it fell limp beneath her. She stepped back from her catch, tasting only a hint of what she'd taste in reality, and smiled with satisfaction. As her surroundings grew blurry, the air around her grew humid and she phased into consciousness. The striped female lifted her head slowly before standing, stretching, and stepping into the weak sunlight.

Nyul | Female | Juvenile | 1 year 2 months | Den-->Camp
Mentions: Amenhotep, Kagiso, OPEN!

The sun-baked heat of the morning spread over the camp, the early morning providing no warning of the sudden heightening temperature. The warmth, more pleasant than discomforting to the thin juvenile, prompted the young lioness to stir from her slumber. Slim limbs stretched from her chore body, her jaw opening in a yawn as her eyelids flickered when the fog-obscured sunlight hit her earthen eyes.
Nyul had found that she had squirmed so much during the night that she had moved partially outside of her den. She felt a momentary pang of guilt for the other sleeping lions in her proximity, knowing that she must have been an annoyance while they were trying to rest. But it wasn't the first time it had happened, and the feeling was fleeting.
Rising to small paws, the golden-brown female shook herself of the dusty ground, her movements starting from her head all the way down to her stubby tail. Her eyes continued to blink, not yet adjusted to the brightness of the morning, though they caught sight of the empty camp. She appeared to be one of the first awake, but saw her king move out of the shadows of his den and into the sunlight. Nyul had hoped that she would be able to get some friendly grooming in before training, but the Amenhotep's powerful figure made her feel anxious at the thought of initiating anything. Nyul looked upon her king with admiration and respect, knowing that he kept the pride safe.
Mustering up some courage, the young female padded leisurely over to the smilus male, keeping her head lowered in a sign of submission. Her approach, however, was interrupted when the one of the king's sons went to greet him. The royal guard Kagiso also bowed his head to their leader, and Nyul found herself reluctant to interrupt their exchange. But she still found some determination, and slowed her pace slightly until she was in front of the two primal males. Knowing Kagiso to be much more gentle in personality than Amenhotep, she hoped that his presence would help her request for some platonic morning grooming.
Dipping her head, she greeted her two towering superiors,
"Good morning my king," She purred softly to Amenhotep before turning to nod to his son, "and to you Kagiso! It's a lovely start to the day." She went up to the king, grazing him softly before giving him a few licks out of respect before doing the same to Kagiso. She hoped that would spur them into a grooming session, because she truly loved nothing more than starting the day with clean fur and some pride-mate friendliness.

Aris
Female || Huntress || 3 Years, 2 Months || Den/Camp
Mentions: [ID] Amenhotep & Group, Kaiser [D] Zaynabi

The gradual warming of her shallow alcove woke Aris, though for a while she hoped pretending otherwise would send her back into her dreams. White ears flicked back as she groaned and rolled from her side to her stomach, and dark forepaws stretched forward in some attempt to ward off the lingering sleepiness. It seemed there was no helping it; the wildrose female was awake for the day. With a shake of the thin mane that came with her primal genes, the lioness rose to her large paws and poked her head out of the cave.

It seemed Amenhotep was already awake, as well as some juniors and a guard. Unfortunately, the guard wasn’t Kaiser; she tended to avoid her father unless necessary, but her older half-brother would have given her a reason to wait around a little. She would find him later, Aris decided. For now, the lean primal decided to slip around the edges of camp, perhaps leave on an early hunt. Passing more dens, she paused to greet another huntress who seemed to have also just awoken. “Good morning, Zaynabi,” Aris said softly, dipping her head in greeting.

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Orion
Male || Citizen || 3 Years, 11 Months || Camp
Mentions: [ID] Amenhotep & Group [D] Oshin

Perched on a rocky outcropping just outside of camp, Orion had watched as the sun reached out and began to touch the pridelands, slowly lighting up the grass into gold. His pelt had been warmed by the new rays and cooled by the stone simultaneously, its light areas also achieving a warm sort of glow where the sun touched. Soon though, he had been too warm to lay up there any longer, and so jumped lightly to the ground and padded back to camp. Perhaps more lions were awake than had been when the moonstone male had left.

Indeed, it seemed his King was awake, if looking somewhat tense, and surrounded by other pridemates. The little Leopon cub the pride had taken in was nearly dashing away in his eagerness to do... something. He hadn’t been a junior long, and was still full of cublike energy. Orion paused, watching a moment, before approaching. “Good morning little Oshin, what are you up to?” He asked curiously.

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Adsora
Female || Junior || 1 Year, 1 Month || Den/Camp
Mentions:

Pleasant dreams of hunts to come and future battles was interrupted when the sun grazed Adsora’s fur, pulling her into the waking world. Her fanged maw opened in a wide yawn, overlarge canines flashing in the new sunlight. Splayed out in her den, with bedding kicked all over from restless dreams, the cairngorm female was almost too comfortable to get up. Almost. Curiously pointed ears flicked upwards at the sound of voices, spurring her to rise to paws still to large and pad out. Immediately, her attention fell on her father surrounded by several others. Others that included some of her fellow juniors.

Nyul always seemed to think that starting the day with grooming was best, an idea Adsora found annoying, but she was too close to Amenhotep to make a good surprise target. Crouching slightly, her deep blue eyes settles on Hisoka’s bobbed tail; the older male was always so aloof looking, he nearly always deserved a surprise attack. A few silent steps forward, and she raised a large paw to bat it, not necessarily gently, but not terribly aggressive. “Hah!”

Nekhebit • Lioness • Elder • 15 Years • Den ⇛ Camp
Mentions : Open

Persica • Lioness • Civilian • 5 Years • Den ⇛ Camp
Mentions : Open

Drupe • Lion • Litters • 5 Months • Den ⇛ Camp
Mentions : Open

Fajin |•| Female |•| Junior |•| 1 year, 10 months |•| Den ⇛ Camp
Mentions: Adsora, Hisoka, open

Relief washed over Fajin as Nyul finally got up. She'd been stuck with the unfortunate luck of sleeping by Nyul who was known to roll around in her sleep. At one point, She kicked Nyul back, but she didn't budge. Perhaps nothing shy of a stampede would have woken her. Her frame settling down, her limbs limp with comfort and exhaustion. Unfortunately, it was short lived as the same stubby tailed lioness' cheerful chirping disrupted Fajin's peace once more. Who she was pestering by the den,she didn't know, but frankly, she didn't care, hoping they would soon disperse. It was too late though. Her eyes finally opened, if only half way, she let her maw stretch open wide in a yawn, the familiarly large canine teeth briefly exposed to the world before clasping shut again. An small scowl had managed to creep it's way across her face as the acceptance that she didn't have the pleasure of any more sleep this morning.

Lifting her head up, she gazed over the landscape of slumbering lions, watching their stomachs rise and fall gently. Lucky them. Ivory eyes finally landed on the large frame of her father, King Amenhotep. His hulking frame blocked out half of what little light dared creep in at the first place. Around him were the familiar faces of fellow pride members, greeting him in the morning light. Sighing, she forced herself up onto all four. Slowly stepping forward, she stretched out each leg, one at a time, careful not to bump any of the still slumbering pride mates. Fajin had planned to try and slip past the social circle around the king, but before she even reached the entrance, her attention was turned towards the two young primals. A lighter, almost dun colored male a little younger than her and a reddish colored female who just unleashed herself on what little tail he had. Sighing, she sympathized with Hisoka who appeared just as disgruntled in the early morning. Lifting a heavy paw, she smacked the younger, smaller female's nub of a tail so get her attention. "If you're gonna start something, could you at least wait until you're outside?" She huffed at Adsora. Fajin was one of the oldest of the Juniors, she had more time to grow than the others, but the primals like Adsora would out grow her soon enough, but today was not that day and she didn't hesitate to use her size to her advantage as she stood over Adsora.

"For the powerful, crimes are those that others commit."

Amenhotep |•| Male |•| King |•| 6 years |•| Camp
Mentions: Kagiso; Nyul; Oshin; Hisoka

As to be expected, the hulking form of Kagiso soon joined Amenhotep's side and thus, the king's muscles loosened and his posture relaxed slightly just in time for a bob-tailed Junior to trot up to the monarch. Her posture was submissive, as it should have been when approaching a rather volatile male. He looked down at her as she spoke, nodding stiffly in response to Nyul's greeting and returning the gentle graze, even going so far as to rake his sandpaper tongue over her shoulder blades. When a shy, odd-looking ochre cat approached, Amenhotep paid him little mind, only nodding curtly before the Junior roamed away again.



"'Fantasy. Lunacy.' All revolutions are, until they happen, then they are historical inevitabilities."


Zaynabi |•| Female |•| Huntress |•| 8 years |•| Den ⇛ Camp
Mentions: Aris

Sitting, Zaynabi had almost dozed off again before a gentle voice erupted from before her, greeting the scarred lioness by name. "Good morning, Aris," she hummed, rising slowly and yawning, showing off yellowed fangs and a pale pink tongue. She squeezed her steely eyes shut once more before opening them to gaze neutrally at the wildrose female. She moved beside the primal female, running her skull under the fellow huntress' in greeting.

[Ew. Grossly short.]

• Valor •
Female | 6 Years Old | Queen
Location: Camp | Mentions: {D} Amenhotep, Huntresses / {ID} Raijin

Valor had risen long before the sun’s first light touched the earth, slipping from the den the pride shared to watch the last of the stars vanish from the sky, replaced by the brilliant pastel shades of dawn painting the upper atmosphere. As her pridemates began to stir she reluctantly lifted herself to her paws, sliding down the trunk of a short tree, its branches a common resting place for the bronze lioness when she wanted time alone to think. Amenhotep’s massive form was hard to miss as she re-entered the camp, surrounded by others. She nodded to him in greeting, blinking affectionately before turning away, pretending it was the crowd that kept her away. Amemhotep had enough company for the time-being and some of the apprehension clawing at her belly eased at the thought of not having to face him just yet. She hadn’t forgotten Raijin’s secretly shared opinion of his father, or that she wasn’t quite sure she disagreed with him. Blue gaze scanning the camp, a summoning roar exited her maw, calling the huntresses to her side. It was time she arranged the first hunt of the day.



• Borealis •
Male | 4 Years Old | Royal Guard
Location: Camp | Mentions: {D} Amenhotep, Kagiso

The morning sun on his back signified it was time he return and the piebald male left the river he had preoccupied himself with, watching the current as his mind drifted to other things. Quiet contemplation in the early morning hours was a habit the icy furred lion had obtained in his homeland and was loathe to part with, but he always arrived back home to perform his duties within a timely manner all the same. Barely audible pawsteps led him back to camp and within a matter of minutes he was at his father’s side, nodding in silent respect to Amenhotep while leveling his half-brother with a more even stare. Amenhotep was the only lion in the entire pride Borealis ever showed any form of genuine reverence, everyone else treated either as equals or as their rank dictated.



• Malkia •
Female | 3 Years, 5 Months Old | Huntress
Location: Camp | {D} None, Open

Valor’s roar woke the resting felis, a tufted ear twitching and a green eye peeking open with mild annoyance. Shifting onto her paws, the moonstone lioness stretched each limb before shaking her short, ruffled mane, as if the action would chase the exhaustion urging her back to her nest away. Malkia exited the den, ignoring the king and the growing crowd surrounding him entirely as she made a beeline for the queen. Glancing out to the savannah stretching for miles around them, she felt rather tempted to disobey the summoning and disappear into the tall grass on her own. Eyeing Valor who appeared a bit too preoccupied with whatever was consuming her thoughts, the shaggy lioness darted out of sight, disappearing among the grasses.



• Red Eye •
Male | 2 Years, 8 Months Old | Citizen
Location: Outside Camp | Mentions: None, Open

Powerful legs propelled the massive lion into the air, front paws outstretched as the darkly striped smilus reached for the colorful butterfly fluttering above his head. His claws remained sheathed, paws purposefully missing the delicate wings and brushing the insect’s underside instead before Red Eye landed with a thump. Stubby tail twitching, he watched the butterfly escape on the wind and rolled onto his side, wriggling in the tall grass like a cub. It was such a splendid day and he wasn’t in any hurry to ruin it by making an appearance in camp where he was sure to be bossed around by Amenhotep or one of his superior sons.



• Ginseng •
Female | 1 year, 6 months Old | Junior
Location: Camp | Mentions: {D} None, Open / {ID} Amenhotep & Crew

Ginseng’s tail lashed back and forth in excitement, sunglow eyes narrowed as she crept closer to her prey, the unsuspecting tail-tip of a resting lion. The owner of said tail remained unawares of her plans despite the noise her paws made as she shuffled forward, the adolescent not as focused on remaining unheard as she should have been. Bunching her legs beneath her, she pounced. Though Ginseng had been aiming for the lion's tail she missed her target entirely, landing clumsily on her victim’s back instead. The lion surged to his paws with a fearsome roar and Ginseng quickly scrambled off of him, fleeing into the crowd surrounding Amenhotep. “Good morning your majesty! Brothers!” She called as she passed, only halting once she was sure the angered lion had lost interest in chasing after her.

((These are all dreadfully short and...definitely not my best, but I’m on limited time. Hopefully these will do for now lol.))

Nyul | Female | Juvenile | 1 year 2 months | Camp
Mentions: Amenhotep, Hisoka, Asodra, Fajin
The small bob-tailed lioness leaned into the Amenhotep's tongue, the force of the lick pushing her body slightly, making her giggle. A crowd had gathered around their monarch to greet him, and when she saw the king’s icy piebald son saunter in beside his father, she took that as her cue to leave them be. She was sure that they had business that was more important than grooming, and she was happy to receive whatever she could get. Pressing herself against their leader once more before slipping back into the crowd to make more room for the royal guards.
Paws moving her form backwards, her earthen eyes caught sight of some of the other juniors. The three that were there were all bigger than her, two being primals, while Fajin was nearly grown. These were her peers, however, and their stature would do nothing to dissuade her from initiating some grooming.
Nyul stifled a laugh when she watched as Asodra attempted a sneak assault Hisoka’s tail, but a chuckle happened to slip out when the felis female got a smack on the tail from Fajin. The skyward adolescent carried the same irritable look in his peach eyes as they did every morning, and a pang of sympathy grew in her chest. Mottled legs carrying her in a skip, she bounded over to her fellow juniors to greet them as the sun had to the savannah, hoping to lighten the mood.
She called out to them, her voice carrying a cheerful tone, “Morning friends!” The young lioness’ slight stature made it easy for her to rub up against the three of them, the top of her head just barely grazing their chins. She came to settle beside Hisoka, getting onto her hind legs and leaning her torso against his frame while giving him a mock bite on his ear. Nyul was the same as Asodra in this case, she too hoping to get any kind of reaction out of the stoic young felis.
“Any of you care to join me,” the shedua youth began, her voice muffled as there was a mouthful of lion ear in the way, “out in the sun for some grooming before training? Maybe a tussle?” The last part came out in a playful growl, her brow waggling as her gaze flickered onto the features of her three companions.

Raijin | Male | Royal Guard | 2 1/2 Years | Pridelands-> Camp | Mentions: Amenhotep [Indirectly] Valor [Directly]

Smoldering mottled eyes gazed out at the harsh savannah, watching as the dried tips of grass rustled against the hot breeze. From his perch, the rolling fields and scarce vegetation were easily seen, scorched by the sun and laid bare to the massive lion. Herds of zebra and gazelle wandered the plains, gorging themselves on whatever food they could find, unaware of the predator high above. The familiar rock formation he was currently laying upon provided the perfect lookout point for any of the Royal Guard, a place where the surrounding lands could be searched without them traveling too far from the pride, and their king. He had been there since the sun had first touched the horizon, watching for any signs of danger, though it was unlikely a rival pride would be idiotic enough to attack with Amenhotep as ruler. However, hyenas were not as bright, and he'd caught the scent of a small band not long ago. The remains of their kill had lain right across the border, like the mongrels were teasing them. But even they knew better than to step a foot over the scent lines. Raising his muzzle, Raijin breathed deep, letting the smells of his home wash over him. The morning had worn on long enough, he supposed, and he had patrols to go on, as well as a report to give to his father. Gleaming fangs glittered in the sun as the massive male let out a yawn, trying to rid himself of the tiredness creeping in. Muscles rippled as he stood, the healthy brawn beneath his hide moving gracefully as thick legs carried him forward.

Raijin entered camp to see his father already making his rounds, well, trying to at least. A large hoard of his pride-mates had blocked him in, vying for his attention, with Borealis and Kagiso standing loyally by his side. A nearly silent scoff left the lion's maw, but he simply moved on, approaching Valor instead.
"My father seems to be very busy this morning. So let me be the first to greet you, My Queen." He purred, his tone affectionate. While the pretty lioness wasn't his biological mother, Raijin had always deemed her his most influential matriarchal figure, mostly because Renen had always had her paws full with her own cubs. He'd leave when she dismissed him, it seemed that a hunt was about to begin, but he'd wanted to say hello before becoming overwhelmingly busy with his daily duties.


Tahirah | Female | Junior | 1 Year & 6 Months | Camp | Mentions: Everyone [Indirectly] Juniors [Directly]

The young lioness watched the crowd surrounding her king with slight disdain, although a single ear flick was the only thing that gave away a hint of her annoyance. How was she supposed to greet him with all of the pride pushing and shoving for his awareness? But with all of those lions vying for his time, Amenhotep was certain to get angry, which would then clear them all out. She was sure that the Royal Guard would have his full attention after that, but perhaps a quick hello before the juniors left for training would be enough. Stretching out stiff limbs, Tahirah made her way towards the small group of her peers not far away.
"Do any of you know what we'll be practicing today?" She asked, managing to keep her tone friendly. None of them had ever done anything to harm her, but she still found it hard to remain pleasant, it was just part of her personality.