She'd gotten bored trying to live outside of Amaryllis. No doubt her sisters were having all the fun here. Atropha was off somewhere, and she sorely missed her. Hopefully she'd be able to find Noemi here without trouble.

Sauntering back into the lands, a yawn escapes her, her spine curves as she extended out her forelimbs in a very domestic looking stretch. Perhaps she wouldn't wait long. There were always vultures waiting, it seemed - at least that's what their Mother's had told them. Settling to sit, Jezebel would lift a paw, curve it toward her and idly admire the length of her claws.

Lachesis watched her, unmoved, eyes sharp as ever as they slid over her form. A stretch, a yawn, the lazy admiration of her claws. Hm. Perhaps there was something beneath the surface. Perhaps not. He let his gaze linger, picking apart the display with the same detached scrutiny he reserved for most who wandered into his presence.

Inspecting your claws, he began, voice smooth, almost mocking in its delivery. Is that all? Is that why you’ve come? His eyes narrowed just slightly, as though she were a curiosity he had not yet decided was worth his time. Or is there more?

He shifted, just enough to close the distance a fraction, a subtle movement but one with weight behind it. I wonder, he continued, his tone laced with quiet intrigue. Are you here to make something of yourself? He let the words settle, his gaze unwavering as it pried at the surface, searching for cracks.

I am a noble of Firnen Rainforest, under King Bruno. The name rolled off his tongue with deliberate precision, as though it carried more meaning than the words themselves. If rising above is your intent, you could not hope to chose a better place. His lips curled into a smile, sharp and knowing.

So, tell me, he added, the weight of his gaze pressing down on her like a challenge, will you sit among the faceless and forgotten, or will you rise?

@Jezebel

Wow. That guy sure did have a speech prepared. It left Zaahir feeling a little less than impressive as he approached the pair, a brow raised at the other male. In contrast to the black-and-white man's demeanor, he'd sit, casually, a slight smile playing on his face as he waited for the guy to finish. "Oooor," he'd begin, a glance between the Firnen representative and the dark rogue, "are you looking for directions? Or anyone in particular?" It was natural to assume she'd come in search of a home, but for all they knew, she'd been here before and knew where she wanted to go. Or had no idea how the passage worked and was just looking for info.

"I'm Zaahir, from Andal. You could come there, if you want - it's an oasis in the desert - but if you already know what you're looking for, I can try to point you in the right direction." Hell, maybe she already knew what kind of landscape she liked and he could direct her toward a territory that would fit. She looked like a lady that probably already knew what she wanted.

@Jezebel @Lachesis

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Elaine made her way around the passage, looking for signs of someone that might be looking to join a pride. It wasn't her favorite thing to be doing but she was aware that they couldn't only be a family pride. They didn't pop out cubs as quickly as others in the lands so they would require like-minded members.

She spotted a small gathering around a lioness. Elaine moved to join the group, she looked at the two from the prides. They both looked very familiar. She struggled to place them right away but she was sure that she had seen them or maybe family members before. She focused on @Jezebel who also had a touch of familiarity to her but Elaine was still unsure as to why. She had encountered so many in her time here that it was hard to keep track. The others said their bit and Elaine watched the female in front of her closely. I am Elaine Dieudonné. My sister and I lead Wolfbron. We are one of the few lioness run prides and it is the longest-standing pride on the island. Her icy gaze was sharp on the lioness as she tried to work out what might be best to be offered. My pride is filled with strong members, willing to find their place, to fight when needed, and to stand against the males in the lands that seek to pull females down under them. She held back the desire to glance at the male from the Rainforest. Did he know what he was living under or did he not care? What is it that you are looking for? She asked a pointed question in hopes of getting a reply that would make this as easy as possible.

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