Not all that long ago her family had thrived among the desert fiends of Amaryllis. Held captive by the great Seneca Miroslav, or so it was told. Now that she was older, more capable of caring for herself as a singular unit rather than with her parents' watchful eyes or sisters' to boast guardianship, she'd returned.

Youthful face turned inward towards the island's capacity to house several different biomes enmeshed together on the same island. About her features held the regal nature of Ashelia's countenance; prideful, queenly, with the disposition of authority about her. The rest of her dusty hide remained a dilute version of her father down to the pale blue eyes.

Great rock walls rose to either side of her, towering as some great pillars signifying the gates to Maua's land. Tales of from her parents lips buzzed merrily in the back of her mind as she walked at a slow, steady pace. Here, she knew, was where those from prides came to seek new members.

Vague memories of the desert sands beneath her feet swam forward. Good childhood times devoid of shadowed instances unlike what her parents had experienced. A place her heart had longed to come back to, but now that she was here wavered.

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Moving with a swagger that displayed her arrogance, she strutted through the passage. Bright, rosy hued eyes roved and assessed the land looking for the next target the next one she could seek to lay some type of possession to- to bring to the Bluffs, to provide a useful body. A sinister delight makes her grin, when her gaze pauses on a figure ahead, and her paws turn her body fluidly towards them- her ears forward in attentiveness as she approaches.

"Do you know what this place is, darling?" She coos as she approaches the stranger. Her posture relaxed, as her eyes quickly rove over her. So far, lying hadn't worked, being honest hadn't worked... she was about ready to try some brute force if she had too but perhaps... somehow this particular dove would be more amenable to her suggestions on where to reside.

"Welcome to Amaryllis." A grin is paired with these words, all teeth- all fake, but she willed it to look as genuine as she could manage.

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there's an unease in fernweh's body as she moves toward the pair. she's heard of the rumors around the bluffs, that there is tension between her aunt and the reigning sovereign. this will be the first time fernweh smells the scent of the bluffs, though she knows well what the pride looks like. she does her best to not look at the representative, hoping that this trek will not end in needless bloodshed.

hello, my name is fernweh greyflood from illyria summit she said, keeping her voice even, i would like to extend an invite to you, if you want to come. despite her apprehension for this rogue, young and fresh-faced, to go with @Helah, fernweh understands that she cannot force her to join the summit. the summit doesn't needlessly take prisoners; actually, she doesn't believe morrigan the type to do that. @Yuna

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"Come to Ecrosia," was Bruno's opening statement – a command, despite a lack of heft to back it up. The yearling attempted to approach from behind the older lionesses, tossing his head to the side and displacing the curl that had hung there in his eyes. He fixated his olive gaze upon the rogue: young, unrecognizable, seemingly healthy enough. Admittedly, it was her curled coat that drew his interest. If nothing else, they could be a matching set amidst a sea of straight blondes.

"We have strength, consistency, numbers, skill. The mire remains while others come and go." Indeed, it had been constant enough to raise up a new generation of adult royals in the form of his own brood. Bruno attempted to take a seat, careful to avoid the gaze of the Wolfbron lioness lest he not be able to hold his own tongue. Alaric's words echoed in his mind regarding their allied prides and how he was to treat them, despite the way his stomach churned merely to be in her presence.

"Prince Bruno Stärke. And, you are?" He requested, fixating on her pale blue irises.

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|| february y9 | 1y 6m | EM royalty | at maua's passage | @Yuna @Helah @Fernweh ||

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Versed somewhat in Amaryllis politics (though of course nothing recent), she was at least prepared for those to flock to her within the gates of the island. Cool blue eyes locked onto the monochromatic form that contained a splash of pink on the withers. 'Do you know where you are darling?' Dusty face nodded, for she knew exactly where she was, even as the lioness welcomed her onto the island. I was born on the very sands of this island. Head held regally, uncaring of @Helah's swagger, for she was sure it would be short-lived in the lioness's lifetime if everyone was approached with such grandeur of ego.

Little time for chatter pronounced itself from the time another lioness approached. Dark swirls lined the youthful body, greyed delicately in a pretty shade like a dove grey. Polite invitation extended from this one to Illyria Summit, but she hadn't ever heard of that pride from either of her parents. Confusion flitted across her face, schooled back to stoicism as she sought to control her thoughts from revealing on her face. Where exactly is Illyria Summit? Much had changed since her cubhood as evidenced with those who greeted her. They came to her one after another, leaving @Ferneweh little time to respond to her inquiry as a boy joined their group then.

Something shared between she and the young prince surfaced under observation of the deep brown coat: they both had curly fur. Eyes lingered on the abnormality, so unlike other lions, though she knew by scent and appearance that @Bruno ♔ wasn't related to her. And who leads Ecrosia Mire? Was the name Stärke very familiar? Her parents had spoke of few lions among the island dwellers, namely Seneca and Alaric from her father; she couldn't recall whom her mother had spoke of, though she thought maybe the name Sahir was familiar. I'm Yuna Azar. Just Yuna Azar, not a princess even if she carried herself like one.

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Helah finds herself annoyed quickly, with the dismissiveness of it all- the fact that she started off, as nice as she can manage and yet it isn't enough for these rouges. Her pointed ears, flatten as she rolls her eyes and sighs, staring up at the sky. Should she simply claim her, and force her back to the bluffs? Once she was there, anyone in their right mind would realize that they were better off.

Better on the good side of them, than the bad side- right?

She speaks, trying once more to be civil- one more time, before she says, fuck it.

"Wolfbron Bluffs is one of the closest prides to here- led by Amara." She trails off. "We value strength and ambition- and we don't tolerate weakness." She says. Though the strange lioness hadn't seemed interested, perhaps knowing a bit about the land will entice her to ask some more questions about it. "We have wide-spread allies in the land, and strength." She adds.

Now she waits, to see.. should she just try this the easy way?

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fernweh still isn't sure how she's to sell her pride to the rogue. it seems simple, but when she opens her mouth, the words become stuck on the tip of her tongue. the bluffs lioness makes it sound easy as if she's born with an innate talent to represent her pride. fernweh is naive to think she knows what she's doing, but the truth tells otherwise. and, yet, she fears the rogue being taken from under her, fears the eventual letdown of going back with nothing but a 'i tried.'

our summit is due north she begins, keeping her voice even, her temper calm, it's a new pride which rose from the peak of the coldest mountain. if you need a home, or simply a place to stay temporarily, then we can be that. the mountain takes no prisoners, at least, not ones who did no wrong to them. fernweh cannot imagine morrigan agreeing with her claiming anyone, young or old, without a solid reason. and she herself knows not to take what's not hers. @Yuna @Bruno ♔ @Helah

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"I was born on the very sands of this island." Bruno quirked an interested brow, noting yet another similarity they shared as he thought over how this might aid his recruiting endeavor.

"What a place that's raised us," he mused with a sniff, assuming that anyone from Amaryllis would know exactly what he alluded to. It was a turbulent land – full of warring and calamity, and more lions than any nation could know what to do with. Still, if she was not aware of this side of their homeland, he was not about to explain it and scare her off.

Bruno bit his tongue as the lionesses there answered her respective questions, then swiped it quickly over his muzzle until it was his turn for a question. "And, who leads Ecrosia Mire?"

"My father – Alaric Stärke," he answered with a hint of a smile, exposing one of his elongated fangs. "The invitation is yours if you are ready to work. We have all types, if you are looking for training," Bruno offered. His tone was light – almost detached. In truth, he was resigned to the unpredictable nature of the passage and did not care to put in too much effort without the promise of reward.

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Pity @Helah didn't know her family's history, given that her father had once challenged Amara for her pride. Soft lips frowned at the woman, cool eyes stones within the pale brown facade. I won't be going with you. Best not to waste your time. Dismissive words included a turn of her head to regard the other two remaining lions within her company.

Intrigue to a new pride drew her attention. It was a place to begin a new start. Thoughts lingered on the prospect of letting go of her family's history on the island. Lingered there until the brusque voice of @Bruno ♔ disrupted the thought pattern which might have swayed her decision; however, Alaric's name dropped into the air, driving her glacial gaze against the equally young form of the curly haired boy. Alaric. Has he never spoke of my father? Rielus Azar. Chin tilted almost indignantly, offended that her father's friend might have disregarded him in his absence. Of course, her upbringing was somewhat different, having grown up with nostalgic tales of Amaryllis rather than spending the entirety of her cubhood on the sands.

Regrettable, she turned to @Ferneweh, drawn to the other female, hoping they could be friends, and yet steadfast to her father's loyalty. Lady Ferneweh, I would like to see you again. For now I must go with my father's friend. I want to know more about them. Not that she couldn't think for herself, but she was curious as to what made Alaric so great. Thus far his son seemed a bit ambitious, maybe even a little cocktail. With a curtsy to the young lioness she turned toward the young man.

For now Sir Bruno, you may take me to Ecrosia Mire. Part of her felt at odds, torn between turning back to the Illyria Summit lioness, enjoying the softness of Ferneweh's features that Bruno's face lacked. Preparing herself to follow the other youth she stepped toward him, motioning for him to lead the way. /exit with Bruno (?)

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"I won't be going with you. Best not to waste your time." Bruno's gaze widened slightly as he glanced between the two lionesses, smug satisfaction creeping through him at the Wolfbron woman being turned down so brutally. He could not help the smirk tugging at his features, only evicting it from his expression when the rogue turned his way.

"Alaric. Has he never spoke of my father? Rielus Azar." He quirked a brow at the name, taking in the information for what it might be worth. Of course, Bruno could not place who a Rielus was, but her demeanor seemed to hinge upon this connection with his father.

"Oh yes, I have heard of a Rielus," Bruno lied with an eager nod. "Though, he doesn't give me many details of his dealings," a sprinkle of truth to protect him against anything he might not know the answer to. However, it seemed his answer did not matter much, for she turned to the remaining representative with an apologetic, "Lady Ferneweh, I would like to see you again. For now I must go with my father's friend. I want to know more about them." With her decision made, Bruno found his heart rushing at the evident victory, his mind racing to recall what he should do next.

"This way. It's a bit of a trek," he confessed, only glancing at the others before turning to guide his prize home.

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-exit- @Yuna @Helah @Fernweh
+5 - Gather information about a character (Born in Amaryllis)
+5 - Gather information about a character (Daughter of Rielus)
+5 - Tell a lie without being caught

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