Laica roamed for a while, flitting from one place to another. Whispers on the wind led him towards the lagoon. A familiar handsome face had taken residence here. The fae was looking for a good time. The peach, curly furred creature paused on the doorstep of the prideland where he took a moment to look into it. With the way his heart behaved, this would only be for now, however long now would turn out to be. He would let out a summons for @Oberon and proceed to patiently wait for him to hopefully appear.

you think by now that i would know
not to play with fire if i don't wanna get burned

this one never gave his name, but allowed Oberon to actually name him. well, a nickname but whatever. it was enough for the time being, but if the other was going to call at his border... they couldn't act like playful rogues any more. "why, if it isn't Monarch" he says, coming to a halt before the other man "didn't think I'd see you again. how's it been?"

it had been, what, months? but the call was specifically for him. which meant Monarch knew he had won the crown here. or lived here. whatever floats his thought bubble. true, his scent was the most heaviest out of all the pride. that's cause he was king. or a very devoted patroller. speaking of patrols, he had to step up his game a bit. more and more faces joined. he had to protect their little haven.

"he speaks"

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Oberon would grace Laica’s company, his darkened maw lifting into the most pleasant of smiles at the earthy hued king. "I am a flitting creature who appears when it is most unexpected." True statement in terms of his general nomadic tendencies. The thoughtfully given nickname was endearing, it was nice to have someone give him a name verses handing over either of his. "It has been fine, quiet." He commented. "You have been busy, I see?" A speckled limb rose to gesture vaguely at the scent line between him. It was also an invite for @Oberon to tell him about it if he so chose to.

you think by now that i would know
not to play with fire if i don't wanna get burned

"oh, I enjoy that" he smirks. Oberon certainly didn't want his pride to be limited to the lagoon lands, and he hoped they could take a page out of Monarch's book "but quiet is boring" he sighs dramatically "so I stirred some things up, obviously." he tips his head, motioning to the transparent crown he now wore. time would tell if it became a burden.

a pride. a mentorship before that... where to begin? "for awhile, I joined Caladan Cove. until summer ended, and late autumn came... I took a chance. this pride fell. hard. their leader is gone, somewhere. I claimed it with a fierce fight. won. you're looking at a king now, my friend." he puffs his chest out proudly, having no time to feel proud about his victory. work work and work. forming bonds. being civil to other prides. making friends. sometimes... even love interests.

"but ah, enough about boring me" he jokes "can I help you with anything?"

"he speaks"

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"That does appear to be the case." He hummed, taking some delight in the activities of his striped friend. "How is that crown upon your head?" He inquired a little further, a playful smile pulling at his darkened lips. "I'd hardly consider you boring." Currently, at least. For now, @Oberon was someone he could play with until he was done. The subject would evidently turn towards the fae. "I came with an interest to stay if you would like to have me." A thin suggestive veil over his words, a throw back to their first flirty encounter that he had no forgotten.

"not as heavy as it seems" Oberon was quick to say, laughing. sure, responsibilities kept him from having foolish fun but... he wanted this. he had wanted this from the moment his half-brother chased him from the realm he had called home. the new king wanted something for himself, to shape and mold. he lifts a brow at @Laica's request. "I didn't peg you for a pride lion." he says honestly.

"do you have questions about my reign?" the man goes on "rules, the like?" because most people did. the ones at the border were always asking if they fit in here. or if they could break them in any small way... but he chose not to believe his lions were like that. yet. "and I should ask what you can do" he shrugs "what you can bring to our proverbial table." that was just good manners too. ask something, get something.

FAIRY BLUE FOR YOU I'D SMASH THE STARS

i'm falling down into my shadow holding my breath the deadly night is waiting don't be scared

code by corvus, art by sally