the mist beckons the creature, lumbering and hulking, into an unknown land rife with the scent of big cats like herself. she has seen lions, but as rogues. knowing that, somehow, she has stumbled into a land ruled by them is a new sensation. she smells them everywhere, from their piss to their blood and the scents that come from their fur. filianore doesn't enjoy wading into the stench of these lions, nor does she want to separate herself too far again and get immeasurably lost. her trek here is half-deliberate and half-attempt at finding some place to settle. intrusion is something foreign to the ghostly beast, for territories to tigers are larger and more expansive. filly can easily piss on this land and claim it hers. if she pleases, of course. but the murk and dark of the mire is too riddled with filth for her to want to lay claim. at best, it's simply a land she can go through. but there are dens here, too small for her to be comfortable, but big enough that she can squeeze herself in. she's not the lanky youth she was before. now that she's old enough, she's all muscles and thick legs, with a masculine head and vivid black stripes. it'd be easy for someone to see her. @Alaric

alaric had not disregarded the new scents in amaryllis, he had noted them as something to investigate when he had the time, he just had not had the time. between his ascension to the throne and the uprising that had followed he had been stretched thin -- but things were starting to settle, now.

so when one of those unusual scents filled his pride he followed it, on edge but interested. when he spotted the creature curled in to one of his dens he rumbled a warning growl, approaching with caution. it was decidedly female, but the scent, and a big cat much like himself. not a lion, though, that much was clear.

"what do you think you're doing?" it wasn't exactly the friendliest of greetings, but she was trespassing.

@Filianore

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precious mother taught her to fear only the dark, where the beasts growl low and cunning and weak minds go to die. a lion is like any other creature; born to thrive and survive. but it is only a lion, whereas she is a tiger; a creature of the dark, the same beast that everyone ought to be terrified of. or so her mother says. the reality is that filianore, a young girl that she is despite everything, simply wants a leisurely life. so when someone stops her and demands an answer, she stops and gazes at the man with her mismatched eyes. though he is older, filly's eyes doesn't waver. she's seen larger cats, meaner, and badder - the worst of the worst. i'm simply walking she coos, voice light and casual. if you insist on keeping me away then you ought to know i am not a lion, so boundares doesn't affect me. @Alaric

he snorted. "i can see you're a tiger," he grunted, even if it was a bald faced lie and he hadn't been entirely sure of her species. all the same he knew she wasn't a lion, and that had been enough for him. "and it looked a lot to me like you were sleeping." curled up in a den... one of his dens. (because in his mind they were all his, the dens within the mire.

"do tigers know nothing of respect, if not of boundaries?" it seemed common sense to stay away from where the lines were clearly marked, but maybe she was looking for trouble. if that were the case, perhaps she found just the right king.

@Filianore

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