Please let pistis post first <3 Drakon is welcome too.

He had cloistered himself in his territory for the last couple weeks, healing, fucking, resting. Now he is mostly healed, mostly better. He had heard the call for this pride a little while ago, but had not wanted to chance leaving home or the caves in general. Too much like hard work when he had some souls with a pointless vendetta against he. He just wanted to rule and fuck his wives in peace thank you. He didn't need the dieu and allies eating his face because he existed and dared call them out on their useless parenting.

Anyway, he awoke his now generously pregnant wife(it was almost to the point where they would have to stop their trysts) and murmured his intentions to work on doing leader alliance things. Inviting her to come for her presence made it easier to handle those who did not like him or vice versa. A calming presence that allowed him to succeed when he otherwise would not. He appreciated that greatly.

So wife invited, he left, walking slowly so she could catch up if she chose to come(he was hopeful, almost certain she would). Heading to the northwest, arriving on borders whose owner smelled vaguely familiar. He couldn't place where from; a lot had been going on. A chuff sounds from the outside, the ruddy beast far more appropriate for this setting than the pink man who was to appear. The sun was warm, not at full strength thanks to the hour and the season. It felt good upon his broad back. ""

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@Pistis @Fionn @Drakon

The snowy woman had followed diligently after her husband. Now she was only less than a moon out from the time to give birth. By what she could tell, she definitely had at least three cubs stirring around in there. As they’d started to kick. Blessedly, though, they normally did not kick while she slept. Or else she was sure she would be up all night. As they crossed through the desert, she started to regret this idea. Her thick fur, along with added weight, was not meant for this type of travel. But she wanted to support Gwyn and his endeavors. Hopefully they would go home with an alliance in paw, that was the idea, anyways. She took a seat next to him, huffing slightly, trying to catch her breath, she looked at him, chuckling, “it’s a tad too hot for my liking.” She admitted, ah, yes, her belly was on full display at this point. Which gave them some points in their favor, if Pistis had to guess. The Casimir hoped this would all go well, especially with her as a moderator. In fact, this scent smelled familar... whoever was the leader of this pride must have been friends with that big pink fellow. @Gwyn @Fíonn

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Drakon Tollaire

He had spotted @Gwyn and @Pistis leaving the Hollow and so he decided to follow them. Though he kept his distance until he took note of where they were going, Drakon didn't quicken his pace but kept it until both of the two in front of him had stopped. Ears twitching as he took note of where he was at and it brought a small smile to his face and chuckle at Pistis' words. "And yet I'd live here in a heart beat. I grew up in such heat." He would voice as he came up to stand on the other side of Pistis. She was pregnant and it made him wonder why Gwyn had brought her out here. "Congratulations to you two it seems." He would give them both a nod with a neutral expression on his face. This reminded him of home. To busy remembering the past to realize he knew this scent.

@Fionn

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BIG PINK HEART

OOC: Azzy ninja'd me! edits added

It had only been a matter of time, he supposed.

At some point, Fionn had known he would have to meet with the leader of the Hollow - the pride with ideals that he didn't exactly agree with.

So when he found the Casimir beast upon his border, familiar white pregnant woman in tow, his hackles were already up and his chest tense. He hoped he could end this diplomatically - differences aside, he didn't want a war, or a conflict. Even with ways of life that clashed, conflicts were no good to anybody - wars just caused death, and destruction.

Still, having the clay gargoyle on his doorstep, looking as appealing as a pile of elephant dung, was not a pleasing sight; the fact that he shared Fionn's blessed bride's colouring left him with a sour taste in his mouth. And no less, the dark man Drakon was here too. Oh dear. Seemed he'd already pissed off half the higher ups at the hollow. Whoops.

Sand kicked up by the handful as he walked over to greet the newcomers at the border - he couldn't help but notice the pregnant lady's heavy visage and discomfort, and he suddenly rembered where he'd seen her, that night when they comforted Diuris together. He wondered if this was Zagan's mother. The clossus gave the Hollow's leader a cursory nod of his boulder of a head, face passive and neutral. He knew he would have to be delicate with this.

Finally, he stood before them, a great rose mass stood tall. He had the pleasure of being taller than the Casimir, at the very least.

"You've come upon Andal Oasis. My home." he announced to the Casimirs. He ought to give himself a proper introduction, their first meeting over Maia not forgotten from the pink titan's mind, "My name is Fionn; I lead this place." At this he bobbed his head at Drakon, then the pale woman, acknowledging her, his eyes slightly softer as they glanced at the kinder soul, the ying to the Casimir's yang. In normal circumstances, he would invite her to sit in the shade at the edge of the oasis, especially knowing of her gentle personality. But he knew with a man like the Hollow's leader, an offer like that may come off in the wrong way. At large, he asked the three, "What would you like to discuss first?"

No point beating around the bush; let's get this over with.

@Gwyn @Pistis @Drakon

Please let pistis post first <3 Drakon is welcome too.

He glanced at his wife as they traveled, checking to see if she was alright. It was getting close to her time, but she was a strong woman and while it may be unpleasant to make the trip, she would. She was his alone and kept him level. He reaches over and gently aims to groom her thick ruff. A silent, personal thank you to her for coming despite the heat and the trip.

Drakon appeared next, his words drawing him from his attentions to his wife and earning an incline of his skull in greeting. "I am much the same, it reminds me of my birthplace" he states, comfortable with them both enough to converse. Not enough to smile at the pale woman's discomfort, which he might have done and teased her gently about had they been alone. But more than happy to engage in idle chatter as they waited. "Indeed" he agrees, gaze settling on her stomach and then her face. He was pleased with how she was coming along and hopeful that none of her past troubles would plague her now.

And despite these pleasantries and general calm the new king appeared and he remembers where he found the man's scent. Tension blossomed where peace had once lingered, blooming dangerous, but not yet enough to act on. Pistis and in a smaller way, Drakon kept the demon from turning this ill. He did not enjoy the other. Too soft for his liking.

The other man did not seem thrilled with his presence, a fact he found amusing. The fact he was smaller than the hulking man was irritating to him but not enough to cause him to react. The other was careful as well, wanting peace of sorts. "An alliance may not be possible with our differing natures." he noted, keeping the conversation direct to the point. It was good the other man hadn't offered such things to his wife, Besides, sandwiched between the leaderships hulking forms she had their shade to help. "But a truce I would entertain if the former is not possible" he states. He doesn't want war with his spawn so close to being born, his wife vulnerable. So he is diplomatic as possible for both of them being rather... unimpressed with each other's presence.

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@Pistis @Fionn @Drakon

Dragon joined them, and she smiled at him in greeting. As the two mentioned the heat they were born into she shook her head. “I was born in mountains, it was cold year round, this is beyond me.” A small chuckle left her lips, and at the Sovereign’s congratulations, she nodded, “thank you, Drakon.” She looked back to Gwyn with a grin. Yes, her husband had not waited long to impregnate her, it hadn’t been more than a week into their marriage before the cubs had been conceived, likely. Soon, the group was joined by the pink colossus she had met before. He was even taller than Gwyn, actually. Which she hadn’t thought about on that panicked night. But she made sure not to betray the fact they’d known each other before. No, they’d have to die with that fact, most likely, less they reveal Diuris’ terrible night. She dipped her head respectfully, ears twitching every once in a while to attempt to fan some air on the herself. Though the two kings’ shade did help her tremendously. She couldn’t imagine such a place in summer, the thought made her a bit relieved that winter still clung on somewhat. Her husband spoke after Fíonn did, immediately pulling an alliance off the table. It took all her restraint to not rapidly turn her head towards him. Instead, she looked at him, turning her head just slightly. A quick question flashing in her eyes before ceasing at the mention of a truce. Well, that did make her feel better. She’d thought she had come along for some sort of war declaration, but that would not make much sense. She continued her silence, allowing the men to speak. She had nothing to offer at the moment, anyways. @Drakon @Fíonn @Gwyn

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