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valerius!

As he waited on baited breath to see a battle ensue to determine who would become the victor and pride ruler, Valerius would feel rather unsatisfied when it become clear that there would be of no such thing. The two contenders seemed to have rather decided to try to spar by using words, seeing who would come on top as the winner. It were rather obvious to the chestnut lion that the golden brute was the one that was going to take home the crown, and the two were in a rather intense conversation that gripped Valerius' attention that he did not realize that another had drawn near him until he spoke.

The beast's ears would prick forward as the words suddenly gained his attention, sea foam gaze finally moving itself from the two lions to see who it were that was beginning to chat with him. ”I do not, but I am beginning to wonder if they even know each other, as well.” His words would be spoken in a loud enough tone so that the male next to him could hear, but past that others would have to more than likely strain to catch them. The Nikolov was not one that shied away from using his words to dissuade a fight, but sometimes it was refreshing to partake or observe one to see how yourself or others fared when having to defend themselves. A sideways glance would be then given to the striped and swirled patterned man that had way more mane than he had seen on another lion before.

”Speech.”

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@Gareth

The two talking to get them XP points as requested.

From the looks of things, the discussion between the challenger and the challenged was one of serious business. The longer that he looked over in their direction the more he was certain that they were attempting to negotiate some sort of arrangement between the two. Though, another had interjected and it didn't seem to be going in the dark lion's favor. If he'd known any of what it was about, he'd likely side with Faust given that you couldn't know anybody based on a few minutes of a moment or the telling's of a third party.

Thankfully the individual that he had chosen to approach and ask questions to was welcoming and didn't look at him like a pariah. Judging by expression, I don't think they do. While the itch to sit and get get comfortable in his conversation he reminded himself that this was no longer a challenge. That the second that they issued a get the fuck out, that Gareth and his conversational buddy would have to depart. Better to be prepared to get chased out if they saw you settling in. It is hard enough to join a pride without knowing much about your leader. But by the looks of it, perhaps they are - or were - trying to make arrangements so they could both lead. Or even the dark one asking for a home instead. Gareth wasn't the best lip reader but it made the most sense given the fact that it was clear that hadn't known each other prior.

everybody knows my name now

but somethin' 'bout it still feels strange. like lookin' in a mirror, tryna steady yourself and seein' somebody else and everything is not the same now

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@Valerius

Luxspur was not one to normally come to these things, she let the older leaders from the pride do all that stuff. But today for some reason the call made her want to find out more information. So the merle child would make her way and find a younger lioness on the outskirts, she seemed eager to meet someone. She would find herself sitting down beside @Clementine without meaning to, UGH there she goes. She doesn't speak though, knowing full well that those who started to flood the Amaryllis land would probably not even understand her anyway, she would huff. Another boring ol' challenge, another new face, another worry to possess.

+5 Observe a challenge and learn the results (2/4) What had once been a promise to crescendo, with the rising heat of blood and violence swirling upon the young girl’s cheeks, crashed and burned into what was to be another diplomatic rap battle. Clementine scooted closer at first, thinking that perhaps they were simply establishing some sort of rapport before the big showdown. But soon it became clear that they were only going to do what men did best: speak in tongues and act like they’re always above it all because their mothers told them they were handsome one too many times. Great! If she strained herself, if she really tried to simply catch that murmur of voices that tangled around her. It seemed that for some, the matter of who would wear the shiny new crown was already set in the most unmovable of stones. A certain gentleman by the name of Faust? Frost? Frosty the snowlion? She couldn’t exactly match the name to a face, but it was one of the two who’d squared off initially. And the other one definitely seemed like more of a…Michael. Yes, definitely a Michael. It was then that, by some miracle of heaven, a lilac woman sat beside her. That poor thing. And despite the distinct scent, good ol’ Clemlock Holmes knew nothing about the native situation. All she saw was her golden opportunity… Well, her lilac opportunity. “Ahem,” she smiled nervously at the woman beside her, using a paw to clear the tangles of mane from her face. “Came to cheer someone on?” @Luxspur "Speech" I may never sleep tonight *image referenced by Sebastian Niedlich on Flickr under creative commons liscense 2.0*

They were talking, and talking - lord Maua needed to silent their lips and or her ears, whichever she didn't care. That was until the peachy girl beside her spoke. Rooting? No, she would not say that. She shook her merle head back and forth "Haye.." (no..) she trailed off in Xhosa as she looked at @Clementine shyly. Her lips frowning as she poked her head forward to ask if SHE was rooting for someone. After all, she was sitting there like she was waiting for someone to pay attention to her just a moment before, right? Maybe it was one of the men talking that she was waiting on. Or was it that she was apart of one of their families and she was just eager to join the bluffs and call it 'home'? Luxspur couldn't understand the new lions, they were all odd balls in her eyes.

+5 Observe a challenge and learn the results (3/4) Now, our little Clementine was many things. Gullible. Idealistic. Weak even! But she was not, definitely NOT, stupid. Though she was feeling quite…out of her conversation comfort zone. Despite the strange word that fell from her companion’s lips, the shaking of the head was quite universal. Translation? OH GOD NO. Her next gesture was a little more turbid, a little harder to place. But don’t despair! Clemlock Holmes is on the job! Surely, one who talks so much as her should know how…not to talk. “I’m just spectating,” she shrugged innocently, turning her gaze back to the king-to-be and his bridesmaid. “I’m new to these parts and I just wanted to see whether I should stay,” she pursed her lips, her blazing eyes flicking between those all not-to-friendly face, “or run…” A shiver ran down her spine. Stories of this world were flooding her mind in their all-impressive imagery, one that only the shadow of night and her mother’s condescending voice could make. Purely pieces in a never-ending game, one that could not be won. And yet…now that she’d left her small pride life and stripped herself of her hilly billy nature…maybe just maybe, she could somehow shove her paw in the door. “I wanna be an ambassador,” she continued, “well, actually I wanted to be an interior designer, but my mother said that wasn’t a real job.” Clementine rolled her eyes, wishing to hide the pain that was so clearly displayed on her young, fish-like features. “But I can’t really tell what the heck’s going on.” @Luxspur "Speech" I may never sleep tonight *image referenced by Sebastian Niedlich on Flickr under creative commons liscense 2.0*

He'd continue to stay silent, becoming an absorbent sponge to all of the information mother was telling him. Some of the words were a bit too big for him to really know what they meant, but before he could ask what they meant would she begin to rise and say that they should leave. Keir would nod his head, bouncing to all fours and letting his gaze fall back to the scene before them. Blue eyes would watch for several moments before he turned on his heels, following mother out from the newly claimed lands and to wherever she were leading the growing boy to next. exit Keir.

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+5 Observe a challenge and learn the results

The politics that almost always followed in the wake of a pride challenge, or for this instance the lack of one, was always an interesting one to the chocolate lion. It was interesting to see how others ruled their prides, of the rules they wished to set into place and those that agreed to them always finding their way to become apart of it. And what his newfound company was telling him seemed to be about right. You seem about right. But it is appearing to look like the winner is turning that offer down. He would speak in a rather amused tone, sea foam eyes still staying glued onto the two males that were going back and forth with each other. He could feel his muscles tensing, the hackles along his spine wanting to rise but the brute not allowing for that to happen. The tension was quite clear in the air, so thick that Valerius felt as though he could take a claw to it and cut it. I wonder if the red maned one will go quietly or if something else will happen.

SPEECH.

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@Gareth

As a well-rehearsed Ambassador, Gareth knew the art of verbiage very well. The act of which could make the difference between life or death and the difference between a pride or being a rogue. The four really went hand in hand but the idea of it stayed the same. A pride was important which was why he had settled upon joining the Cove when he had come through the passage. As long as there was no tyrannical dictator who measured his dick every two seconds, Gareth could survive. Jewel had been pleasant enough though there was still plenty to learn about her. Through the body language alone Gareth felt like he knew these two far easier than he did his High Sovereign. Two open books ready for a reading. Good for him, Gareth retorted as he respected the winner's choice of declining such an offer. It was only fair that he turn the other away when it was obvious that neither knew the other so leading side by side could turn out quite the opposite of what they expected. As to the brown male's statement, Gareth spoke low for only Valerius to hear: For his sake, I hope he chooses to let it go. He could always join the guy and work towards it, see what the guy's like. That would've been Gareth's play. Test the water of the pride and the leader(s) and then see if taking on a higher rank or even a leader was something he wanted.

everybody knows my name now

but somethin' 'bout it still feels strange. like lookin' in a mirror, tryna steady yourself and seein' somebody else and everything is not the same now

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@Valerius

Ultimately, the man had come to witness this on the off-chance that a fight would come from it. Another heeded the call quickly enough, and Magnus would brace with anticipation, keen to settle down and watch a good old-fashioned challenge. Alas, he would be sorely disappointed. Instead of bloodshed there would just be a lot of.... talking. From where Magnus sat, it looked like grovelling - a loser begging for a seat at the high table. Growing bored, and quickly, the melanistic male would rise to his paws and snort at the show. Attention would flicker from Manes, to the other maneless male, and then finally onto Faust, who at this point Magnus would twig as being a relatively familiar face. The freckled man from the mountain - Remiel. Whether or not Remiel would have the good sense to escort his opponent from his new home did not concern the maneless rogue ultimately, but he certainly knew what he would do. Still, it was not his business. Disappointed by the affair, Magnus would turn on his heel and stalk from the Bluffs.

EXIT