OOC: Please let Dysnomia reply first <3

The first time he had ventured into the Cove had been to pull the last Sovereign from the wreckage of natural disaster. Perhaps they ought to be wary of it happening again, but the lands of Amaryllis seemed to have settled for now, occupied by a mist that would appear to have lions go missing left and right.
The obsidian giant turned his large skull to let his mismatched gaze regard his companion, @Dysnomia, as they approached the Caladan border. He stopped just short of the scent marker, remembering distinctly the last time he had been here was to witness Keir fail to secure the throne from an unknown lioness. Ransom wondered if it was still she who ruled here now.

The male let out a low chuff, calling for the leader of the pride to attend them. His ebony shoulder bumped against Dysnomia's, wondering what might yet await them here.

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They'd failed spectacularly at taking back the Mire, and so there had been the conversation of where they were to go next. Unfortunately, there were a limited number of places she was willing to go. The Cove was one of them though, and she supposed that was a good choice for Ransom as well so he could be close to his mate. That notion still stung she'd admit, but hey here they were.

She scanned the landscape of the Cove before her, turning her attention to him when his shoulder bumped hers. "It'll be nice to live on the beach again," she commented, for lack of anything else coming to her after her attention had been dragged away from her thoughts that she wasn't willing to admit. She had been born in the Lagoon but this was close enough. She still had fond memories of the places around it.

The call at the borders caught her attention, and though Ulla was the leader, Revna had been made a noble, and she took her job seriously. Thus, she would be the first to answer the call of the two lions at the Cove's border.

She came upon a massive lion, his fur as black as her own night-dark pelt. His markings, like hers, were just varying shades of the same color, with his eyes being the only difference. Her bright yellow ones sought out his teal gaze, seeing him as the leader of the two that approached the Cove. The other, a lioness, was a similar color, with notable gray speckles over much of her body. It seemed black was the color of choice today.

"Hello you two," she greeted them as she approached, her posture confident and commanding, as always. "Revna Sigrun, noble of Caladan Cove. Can I help you?" Their pelts were similar enough she wondered if they were perhaps related to each other in some way. She was still new to Amaryllis herself, so she didn't know much about who else inhabited these lands, outside of her own family.

@Ransom @Dysnomia

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She wasn't about to trespass, though it did sound like her mate hadn't done so himself. Which she was grateful for. After the debacle at the Lagoon, having him trespass on another Sigrun land didn't bode well. Excitement filled her, her step quickening as she left the Lagoon and made her way to the Cove territory. Thankfully, it wasn't too far off and on her way out to the mainland. It would be so nice to see - who the fuck was that? Her pleasant thoughts were abruptly cut off by the sight of Ransom leaning into another woman.

It wasn't the jealousy that got her, it wasn't the fact that he was touching her. Hell, the bitch looked like his sister, so maybe she was related - but the familiarity between the two told another story. What pissed her off above all else is this dickwad actually had the audacity to act this casual with another woman when he had showed his goddamn ass in front of her entire pride because Alabaster had barely touched her shoulder. Teeth grit, jaw set as she approached with the cool, calm collected demeanor of a goddamn Saint.

A smile touched her lips, but there was a fire in her eyes that only he would recognize. "Hey babe." She drawls softly, looking to @Revna, "Don't mind me, just ya neighbor, stopping by to say howdy fuckin' do." The length of her tail sweeps behind her as she sits, careful to stay outside the territory line like @Ransom and @Dysnomia. Alizabeth remembered that one bitch with the stick up her ass ruled this place and she wasn't in the mood to deal with her if a scene was made.

but the wolf...

Elías, like his wife, is pulled by the call. It doesn't much matter where his cousin might be lurking around on this particular day; she has granted them positions of merit to complete tasks that need doing, and attending to the borders is one of them. The political game is one he understands well enough, and though he takes little joy in it, he willingly throws himself into the fire, all in the name of the Sigrún.

He sweeps onto the scene with a collected stride, joining @Revna on their side of the territory line, though she holds little of his attention in this particular moment. "Elías Sigrún, gentry," he greets comfortably, his accent more prominent than most of his kin, but he speaks with grace all the same. The tousled curls of his mane hang over his bad eye, and the other sweeps over @Ransom and @Dysnomia, who seem to have intent here.

@Alizabeth, on the other paw, seems to be some sort of spectator, and though he doesn't recognize the woman, she smells strongly of Scilla. "You are?" he queries with a slight quirk of his brow, analyzing her with his typical cool demeanor. Where, exactly, does she fit in amongst the members of his household?

the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once

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there was a commotion in the border of the cove. normally, ulla is content to let her lions deal with the noises, especially since most of them are now ranked. yet still, the addition of a lagoon scent wills her to come. to her surprise, the woman who fought her son is here. @Alizabeth, is that her name? ulla remembers the time she spoke to her. it's a memory that won't go away and which left a horrid taste on her tongue. i am ulla, the high sovereign she says as greeting to @Ransom and @Dysnomia. with her words to the rogues complete, she then turns to look at the lagoon sovereign. and why are you here? you couldn't be bringing me new members now, would you?

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The male murmured his assent to @Dysnomia, though he did not necessarily agree with the sentiment as the sun and his black fur were not always a winning combination. However, the Cove seemed to be the best choice for them.

They were not alone for long, a black lioness approached the pair and Ransom greeted @Revna with a nod. "Yes, we are ..."

A flash of white caught the ghoul's attention, his broad head shifted slightly just as @Alizabeth arrived next to them on the cusp of Scilla's border. Ears drag toward his mate, regarding her with surprise though he managed to suppress the level of confusion he felt from appearing across his dark features. Alizabeth's burning magenta gaze served as a warning to him and though he was not entirely sure of his crimes, he could probably guess. "Hello, Alizabeth."

Amusement simmered but he did not let it show, knowing that would bait his beloved into probable violence. He's quite reassured by what he perceived to be Alizabeth's jealousy. Despite the high chance of a slap, he aimed to lean his cheek down to greet hers.

Two more join the group, @Elías and the lioness they had come to see, @Úlla. Ransom nodded to the them both in turn, interrupting only as Ulla spoke directly to Alizabeth. "Alizabeth is my wife." He explained, not really minding if the High Sovereign thought it odd that they would need an escort.
"My name is Ransom, and this is Dysnomia Casimir." He gestured to his dark companion. "We resided in the Mire under Jafar until it was lost recently to a challenger. We have come to join your pride, if you will permit it."

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It didn't take long for someone to arrive on the pride's side, but she wouldn't be able to speak first as someone came from behind them. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this was the mate Ransom had spoken of. Unfortunately, she couldn't yet offer a greeting to her as still more came from the Cove's side to greet them, including the sovereign. So, a woman ruled this pride. How interesting. Dysnomia didn't subscribe to the traditional Casimir belief that only a man should rule, so she was well pleased to not have to serve under one.

Her vaguely appreciative look turned to vague irritation as Ransom decided to speak for her, but she was mollified by the fact that he'd managed to remember her surname. Well, if he wanted to play politician then so be it. She nodded in agreement with his words, and then she moved to approach Alizabeth as well, though she stood further back than she otherwise might have. The woman was clearly battle worn, and Dysnomia would take that as much as a warning as a sign of strength.

"I'll admit I've been curious about who could tame this one," she commented, jerking her head towards Ransom. "I should have expected it would be a woman of such strength as yourself." She wasn't even trying to suck up to her, surprisingly. She was legitimately impressed. Who would want to mess with a woman who presented herself like this? No one, that was who. Not if they knew what was good for them. If she thought she'd been attracted to Ransom, well, she had another thought coming to her.

ODE TO FURY
▽ Finnulf made a habit of being involved in everything his mother did, as much as he possibly could. As he got older, his interest in the pride and what the adults within it did was growing by the day. As the call rung out, Finn was near the shore, teasing a group of seagulls. He’d charge them, they’d fly up, land again. He would charge again. One time he hooked his claws on the tail of one and came away with a tuft of feather. Once the commotion enticed him away, he gave the gulls a snarl as if to promise that he would be back. It took him a minute to make it to where the adults were gathered, but sprinting got him there in time to catch a few words. His eyes instantly found his mother after glacing over his extended family and pride council – adults he knew to be some sort of important thing, just not specifically what - and he went to Ulla’s side, sensing the tension that wrought through her muscles. He bumped his shoulder into his leg, glancing back at the new height he had reached in comparison and grinned privately to himself. Getting taller, hells yeah. His attention was then absorbed by the male that was standing at their border. For a moment, Finn’s eyes were wide. He was a beast, huge, dark. A weariness crept into him at the same time as the thrill of fear and wonder that surged through his chest. He said nothing, however, finally tearing his eyes away from the male and to the females at his side. He attempted to their speeches – mimicking the postures of the adults on his side of the border. But Ransom and the sheer fortitude of the man kept distracting him, so Finnulf blatantly stared.

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Before the strangers had a chance to even introduce themselves and state their intent, other lions began to show up one after the other, interrupting things. The first to arrive was a stranger to Revna, and she immediately disliked the bitch. Turning her head to face @Alizabeth's scarred white form, she leveled her cols yellow gaze at the other woman.

"Whoever you are," she said coldly, "your presence isn't needed here. You can leave." She hadn't missed the other state they were neighbors, so she assumed that the woman was from the Lagoon. It didn't matter to her, really though the two prides were closely aligned. The female wasn't Sigrun, regardless of where she came from, and she had no business poking her head into the Cove's affairs.

Though her husband had presented himself to the gathering as well, Revna didn't turn to openly greet @Elías. Her tail flicked towards him in acknowledgement, but her focus was on the strangers sitting at the border. @Úlla appeared shortly after her husband, addressing the strangers as well. It seemed she was at least somewhat familiar with the white woman. They must have met before.

Toddling along behind her was one of her children. They were growing quickly into leggy little beasts and had insatiable curiosity.

The male introduced himself as @Ransom and the girl as @Dysnomia, who's attention had drifted to Alizabeth, whom Ransom also introduced as his wife. "If she is your wife, why not join her pride?" Her question came from true curiosity and no malice towards the other woman, though she felt both almost equally.

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