Of what could one remember of the days of simplistic sight? For when the lilies bloomed and brought forth the kiss of a spring's gentle lover - or when the summer's rain saturated the grounds of a foremost poverty stricken town. It is much of that he cannot remember, and yet finds comfort with the unthinkable. There is only so much that eyes can see, and yet the maiden had found that true beauty had come from his own grace and imagination. Though, of all the things Sole simply couldn't remember, there was one thing for certain that would always be a staple of ingression within his heart. A simple man was he, and the town's of great Herod's reign would forever be his lily of the valley.

For days had the man travelled. Challenged by the wear and tear of foreign Judean lands. Each engravement of new life a spring for the next step that massive paws would take. It is within the dimness of the savannah's day that the Wolfborne finds his own song. He had never truly been one to conform to the world's clowning circus master. It was just not of him. Too...Too, slave like to be conformed to one law and mold. A heart that was perhaps just a little too delicate for the real world's succubus. And the tune that he sings as he enters within the passage? Well...it goes a little something like this...

"Here comes the sun do, do, do

Here comes the sun

And I say it's all right"

It is nearly a mystery how one could be so...so....cheerful despite all that he had been through. Yet - the brute's attitude does not seem to dampen even within the harshest of winter's conditions and post wings as Sole shuffles throughout Maua with the cheeriest aptitude that one could hold.

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His paws were heavy on the sand, lurking about while wounded and watching. He bore fading injuries from the fight that had won him the crown but the limp still plagued him. He lumbered when he would rather skip. He scouted out the passage, looking for lone travelers to ambush or clusters of recruiters that seemed weak. Today it was song that would lure his blessed ears. He rose - restlessly, but not perky - this was an adult male voice, the least interesting of all sirens that could pass his shore.

He needed followers, not competition.

His tail swayed, lashing fitfully but finding a bump along with the tune. This male was clearly upbeat and passionate. Was he passionate for hunting and war as well? There was little in sight to obscure him, so he approached in plain sight. His skull was high, his mane freshly groomed and poofed out. "Bonjour!" he entreated once he was in range, trusting the wind would carry some of his message forth. Closer, to remain standing and eye the stranger up and down searching for strengths and defects. These were always most important to know in case someone was of a temperament to attack immediate. "Know you song French?" he inquired lightly, a little too easily given his accompanying predatory gaze.

@Sole

may the beauty of the

fading twilight not be outshined by the rage of the scorned embers of the bleeding dawn

( 8 Years. Lvl 5 Ranger. +1 dice to hunt rolls. -1 dodge roll for prey. Gives every lion in the hunt a +1 to hit rolls. Counts as two lions in every hunt & Specializes in hunting African Donkey and auto-success a hunt with it as prey. )

Returning to the passage the orange faced lady was once more finding her stride. Recruiting for the pride she did hope to sway some strong lions to come join the beauty and chaos of the Bluffs or perhaps even some warrior lionesses. Either way Zoticus and Circe were sure to be pleased. Though she seemed to have been only finding children or those not truthfully fit for the Bluffs as of late. Still today was a new try and upon entering she scanned with her grey gaze. At first she saw nothing but moving forward she heard a voice singing? Was someone here singing? Interesting she thought as she followed the sound until she spotted the light purple frame. “Greetings sir. What a curious song.” She chuffed out in greeting. “Welcome to Amaryllis! I am Arjana Gentry of Wolfbron Bluffs.” She added in greeting as she got closer coming more into view of @Sole.

As she got closer she spotted @Vermier having not spotted him until now. Giving a smile to the Scilla King she dipped her head politely to him as she went to stand near the male. “And hello to you as well.” She added giving the Deiu a smile before her eyes returned to the lilac.

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Oh how delightful! An audience! He does not seem to go unnoticed for long. Foreigners...Well no - natives seem to breach within every storming direction. He had never had an audience before. It is nearly enough to flatter the young lilac as each prince and court of kings swails amongst the maua. Sole greets each party with a cheerful chuff - the powdery air blistering throughout his bosom to fluff his locks. A cheerful gleam twinkling within those heterochromatic hues. "Bonjour friend!" the word feels funny, unnatural, as it bounces from his tongue in a roll. French? What was that?? Oh! It must've been what funny accent the brute spoke unto him - intriguing, unique! He'd have to inquire more about this "French" language later. "I'm afraid not - but you can teach sometime?"

The lionesses presence is not undogged nor ignored within the catching notes of his song. "Why, thank you Madam Arjana. " a gentle dip gives formality to his sincerest of greetings before the lilac man meets the eyes of two pursuits of pleasure. "It's an honor to be in the presence of such noble lions. Tell me more of this place perhaps?"

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The male's zesty manner innately intrigued the poet in Vermier, though there was nothing in his appraisal to tempt the war-king. He attempted the simplest of French words but stumbled over it with his pretty tongue, leaving Vermier to lower his head and shake it bedraggledly, his ears lazing back. Disappointing from such an otherwise lovely voice. But it should be expected. He could not stand to hear his native tongue butchered the same way he (gladly) butchered English every time he spoke it. "French is beau language, for beau lion." Was that a maybe yes, maybe no, definitely vague? Yes. He wanted to see if the singer had a mite of poetic spirit in him. His eyes burned as his head simpered, his interest caught despite the habitual tease-and-manipulate he put on.

Speaking of tease, there came the lovely female maimer from the challenge, whose true nature he wished to ascertain. She had seemed perfectly fit to rip and tear. He eyed her quietly, taking in her manner mostly as well as the healing of her wounds. "Bonjour madame. Eez ugly land see you." He would still rather meet her on the battlefield. Failing that, somewhere more beautiful and rare than these packed mundane sands. Thinking he had communicated himself clearly, and it didn't matter if he hadn't, he returned his gaze to the lilac wonder who towered over them both. Despite his size advantage he had showed no aggression. Harmless might be useless. "Is no 'honor' land. Little blood. Lots gazelle. Skeela hunt!" he stomped his good paw in the sand and jerked when the pain radiated up his wounded limb. "My name is Vermier Dieudonné. King d'Skeela." If that did not intrigue then Vermier would not reduce himself to casting out more bait. He had to appear extra tough with Arjana here.

@Arjana

may the beauty of the

fading twilight not be outshined by the rage of the scorned embers of the bleeding dawn

( 8 Years. Lvl 5 Ranger. +1 dice to hunt rolls. -1 dodge roll for prey. Gives every lion in the hunt a +1 to hit rolls. Counts as two lions in every hunt & Specializes in hunting African Donkey and auto-success a hunt with it as prey. )

Standing tall the lioness had a lower standing than the King of Scilla Lagoon, but she was still a proud woman. The shame she had, had passed in the time it took her to fully heal. She had spoken to others about her mistakes but in the end had shoved them out of her mind and allowed her more wild side to confidently shine through. She was proud of her pride and would be damned if she allowed her past to haunt her over something that could not be undone. Listening to both lions she smirked softly at @Vermier and his words of French. “Beau? Like beautiful? Than you dear Vermier are beau.” The words though simple rolled elegantly off her tongue. Was she trying to tease him in his own tongue? Yes. Yes she was.

Looking at the lilac male she turned her head curiously to him. “Wolfbron Bluffs is a harsh landscape of layered cliffs and red rock. We are strong, proud and brave. Survivors, warriors and hunters.” She said with pride and passion. Her claws coming out to grip the ground under her as she spoke. “What of you though? What can you offer us? For starters a name would be nice. No?” She asked curiously. Her voice wasn’t rude it was polite and calm as she waited to hear from @Sole.

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So... he's a little late. By the time he'd caught the scent of the rogue, there was not one but two representatives with him. One face he recognized immediately, and he would let his attention settle on @Arjana first. Then it shifted to the two men, lingering finally on the one without a pride. After all, that was the reason they were here, wasn't it? With a chuff of greeting, he slowed to a halt on the outskirts, ears twitching to catch the final words offered by the one that smelt of Scilla - Oberon's successor, evidently. And.... oh. That name was familiar. Magnus recalled easily how concerned the younger King had been about the man that was allegedly behind the attacks. And now here he was, sat at the helm that the bard once occupied. Interesting. Still, Magnus would reserve judgements. He would need than hearsay. Well, isn't this cosy, the titan drawled. Arjana, it is good to see you up and about. Last time he'd seen the Wolfbron woman, she'd been sprawled out and beaten. She'd obviously bounced back quickly. I am Magnus, he would turn to introduce himself to @Vermier and @Sole. Of Obsidian Hollow. I can offer you a place there, if you seek it. He'd lapse back into silence, waiting for the rogue to clarify further.

The natives sure didn't waste any time when it came to staking claims amongst souls within their borders. It was rather frightening to say the least for someone with such a passage of right within rogue lands. Yet - Sole could not speak deftly for the doings of others that only sought the righteous truth of survival. They were all so tempting - each offer. A poising pregnancy of daft heat hung among the air as the rogue took in each colossal frame that circled him in a rather ring like fashion. "I am Solstine Wolfborne" a stagnant pause with a careful grimace seems to hang within the air at the pungent pronunciation of his birthed name. How long had it been since he had introduced himself as such? A year? Maybe, two? "But please - call me Sole" That was more like it.

"I'm a pathfinder and hunter" Quite simple enough was it not? Fighting had never been one of his many strengths, but rather mapping the lands - exploring was something that enthralled his stature with heavy interest. "I have exceptional skill for tracking and mapping the lands. Studying weather patterns and the patterns of prey within the lands to benefit hunts and the means of survival." a quaint pause interrupts his mantra. "Though truth be told I lack the knowledge and strength that comes with fighting." a runaway perhaps or a further mean for one of the three to drink of him. Swallow his soul and forge him into a sharpened sword. "I want to learn though. To be the best that I can be for myself and others."

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Vermier wished to know of everybody. Arjana and the stranger could both attract his attention, if they willed it, but until directly addressed by the lady he eyed over the potential poet. His passion-senses were not gleaming. Briefly, tantalizingly lit, yet burnt quickly with only a smolder. Of course this male could not compare to him but they were not even on the same battlefield.

The king is eager to show attention to @Arjana in lieu of this small catch. She got a look from him with a jaunty jerk of his neck, skull raised high. "Yes! I am tres beau! Dieudonné most beau!" Look at least someone recognized it. He would take flattery where he could get it so long as it was not dripping too much with the dung of sarcasm.

Vermier was happy to see the next approaching lion. To see who @Magnus really was. Despite size and dark appearance he spoke like a woman, tutting over the lioness before attending to business. Disappointing. Mostly disappointing. Also slightly bold to transgress gender roles, but if that was far as his boldness went he was merely a curious gazelle. This is what happened when maneless males were allowed to live.

Vermier had short patience for this collection of gazelles. The singer @Sole spoke in a way that Vermier instinctively tuned out. It reminded him of so many political discussions he had attended while guarding his sister. Nothing important had ever been said there; anything important he would find out by observing, or being told later. "Euh! Eez no here for me," he announced, padding away to find someone to claim or maybe a patch of shade to lie in. Or maybe someone to claim in the shade? That would be nice.

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Giving Vermier a smile as he seemed to enjoy her compliment the Gentry turned her attention back to Sole only to hear @Magnus. Dipping her head to him she gave a polite smile to him. She had been meaning to return to the Hollows and speak with him in thanks of watching over Atlas for the time that his pride had. Yet, Zoticus seemed interesting in accompanying her there and she hadn’t pushed it because her King needed his rest so that he recovered well. “Hello Magnus. As it is you. I hope you and yours are well.” She offered the male friendly and polite words.

Grey gaze than fall back on @Sole as he spoke. Wolfborne? That was a lot like Wolfbron. Clearly it was a sign that this meeting was meant to be. He was also a hunter? This news made her excited. Her eyes almost seemed to shine at such news. “I have been studying the herds all winter they are mostly in the warmer areas like one would expect. Like the southeast side of Amaryllis is where I picked up trail of a lot of them near the rainforest.” She started to talk about hunting not really paying attention that is was rambling on about it to everyone. “I live for the hunt. It is my dream to one day train the pride hunters to a good enough point that we all take down a dull elephant together. Such a glorious victory that shall be. A feast for sure.” Passion spilled from her lips as she talked about it. Completely losing track of the fact that she was here to try to recruit sole rather than talk hunting.

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