Gabrielle was calm and curious as her paws lead her through the passage, she took a step down, and lifted her head, roaring into the skies, calling for someone, somewhere to come and give her a hint of where she might be. The young lioness waited, patiently, hoping for the best of outcomes, wondering if anyone would answer. She hoped at least, someone would give her the time of day. "Hello.." She would meekly call out, hoping to hear someone reply back.

He wished he wore the wounds of a victorious King and one defeated with strength and valor. He had walked this walk many times for Alaric, or perhaps more so just for his own entertainment. Yet today, there is more purpose. Still, it is a familiar lumber of laziness to anybody taht knew him; paws oversized and scuffing sandy loam

Overhead, the promise of chaotic storms brewed and the sea's surrounding the passage roared. There was never a dull day at the moment, and one had best be on the look out. "Hello, need a home?" he asks her, straight to the point; coming to stand roughly nearby the blush woman.

She looked good and healthy, and a sideways cock of his head might find further appeal.

@Gabrielle

Gabrielle studies the male as he approached, she bowed her head softly, and acknowledged him, her ears flicked back, he was a handsome male, but before that, he walked with one of power. She found her voice as she looked through long eyelashes, "I am, sir." She answered calmly, she studied his scars and wounds, feeling his rough approach, she didn't shy away, she stood still, lifting her head a bit.

Her pink eyes met his, her tail relaxed and twirled through the air, she was soft, and naive, and innocent, and knew nothing of the battles in this land.

@Violarum

Violarum is not a very socially capable soul, and is typically blissfully aware of intentions unless they are blatant. Yet, the batting of blushed lashes and sway of a feminine tail is enough to make him think she's the confident sort, and he stood himself up with a little oomph - a flex of his shoulders announcing King status.

"Good," he says initially, thinking how much better suited to this Ghyslaine must be - with her kindness and understanding ways. He wasn't much good at talking. "I'm Violarum, King of The Rainforest. You can come live with me if you want," the pride was young, still occupied by those with loyalties first to Talitha - it would be detrimental to gather up some of his own members.

"It'll be fun," a quirked brow, expectant.

@Gabrielle

She looked up at him again as he stood taller, she smiled softly, rising from her haunches and stepping beside him, wordlessly agreeing to go with him, she spoke with a soft but confident voice, "Thank you, I'm Gabrielle, and you are?" Her sunset pallette pelt was on display as the light hit the different shades.

Her eyes were soft and full of innocence, she was a perfect moldable lioness, willing to follow the one who would take her in.

@Violarum

She is quite pleasing to the eye, as far as women who were not his mate went. Once upon a time Violarum was rather blind to anything other than physical appeal, but he was learning to appreciate the arguably more important aspects of women since becoming hitched.

Still, he stares at her beguiling, feminine charm; always transparent. "Violarum," he responded, a little lazily, given his attentions were sort of... preoccupied. Though, he quite literally shakes his skull to rid her enchantment, and turns inelegantly back the way he had come.

"I show you," and so they would begin the walk, and hopefully survive it given mother natures wrath these days.

-- exit with @Gabrielle ? <3

Gabrielle would follow her new king blindly, he had come to her when she called and so she'd be there for him if ever he call. Her pawsteps fell next to his, she would keep close enough that their fur brushed. A comfort to her, especially In a strange land.

The pink lioness kept her head high, excitement bubbling inside of her chest.

/Exits with @Violarum