Little Lion Man

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Spring, Year 1710:

Guaze with Sakura

Summer, Year 1709:

Don't Forget About me with Orlaith [INACTIVE]

More Than Life with Baelfire [INACTIVE]

No Alarms and No Surprises with Rue [COMPLETED]

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust with Thea [INACTIVE]

Thief! with Sakura & Gwydion

Maze Event on discord with Sakura & obtained Barn Owl Companion [COMPLETED]

"Spring, Year 1708"

Crown of Thorns with Baelfire [COMPLETED]

A Day to Remember with Baelfire, Sorcha, Orlaith, Gwydion, & Others [INACTIVE]

Free From Me with Orlaith & Gwydion [INACTIVE]

The Restlessness with Gwydion & Willow [COMPLETED]

The little lion man lay perched upon the remains of the ancient stone edifice, as much a piece of Perth’s history now as his ancestors. Perhaps the only evidence of the life pumping beneath his russet and ivory pelt, was the occasional rustling of his fur upon the breeze. For he was unmoving, emerald eyes transfixed to the south in anticipation.

Yet he was not ready to be lost to the sands of time. No, he was but a babe within these lands as proven by those in his present company. All at once another disturbed his revere, suddenly pouncing upon his back to tug an erect audit back into a yapping maw.

The russet crown that adorned the little lion man was almost comically tugged back, the excessive skin of a pup giving freely to the direction of the pull. Beneath the movement was a narrowing of the once still emerald optics. An action paired with the flash of sharp pearlescent teeth as well as a growled warning.

“Stop! Stop it Gwyd! GET OFF!”

A growl and words never seem to be enough for his fox hued little brother. So Arran is forced to unceremoniously shoulder him off his perch. Disgust quickly replaces his frustration as extra saliva dribbles from his assaulted audit. Nothing a few shakes of his head can’t fix but alas there is no dignity left in his sentry duty as hard as he may try. Now the silence is disturbed by Gwydion’s own protests or more so complaints about how boring Arran is. Of course, he will stand for no such dishonor.

“Lay off it Gwydion! You know I’m waiting for Dad…”

It is of course impossible to ever get the last word with Gwydion but he tried nonetheless, so bickering pursues. Never to last long as mother’s little helper arrives on the scene. Orlaith, draped in their mother’s likeness, prances up with what Arran always thinks is a bit of an air of superiority. In some ways it invokes a slight jealousy in the little lion man but so too adoration. Between a toothy grin she playfully scolds them both before offering a warning of mother’s arrival.

“Look what you did, you ruined it!”

The clouds gathered within, a tempest waiting for release. Waiting for the rains to fall freely, the winds to howl mournfully, the thunder to clap loudly. Instead, the storm was contained, the only evidence of its existence in the electrified hairs of Arran’s raised hackles.

He didn’t need Gwydion acting like a pup when dad arrived, he didn’t need Orlaith proudly parading around either, and he certainly didn’t need mother doting on the three of them. Or worse yet spewing her highlander, her voxi beliefs while dad was returning from the noble life as a soldier!

The little lion man leapt gracefully from his prior perch to march steadfast towards the south. He would meet his dad at the edge of the wood, alone. He would find the best solider in the Imperial Army beneath the setting sun and one day it would be the two of them making this journey. Both brave and battle scarred.

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Little Lion Man

talk to me call me pretty kiss me hug me tuck me into a blanket and sing me a lullaby. Press your lips to my neck and leave roses there to bloom. Shower me in petals and robe me in silk. Promise never—never ever. Lock the door and take the key, slide it down my throat and never leave me. "We are all young and naive still." talk to me call me pretty kiss me hug me tuck me into a blanket and sing me a lullaby. Press your lips to my neck and leave roses there to bloom. Shower me in petals and robe me in silk. Promise never—never ever. Lock the door and take the key, slide it down my throat and never leave me. talk to me call me pretty kiss me hug me tuck me into a blanket and sing me a lullaby. Press your lips to my neck and leave roses there to bloom. Shower me in petals and robe me in silk. Promise never—never ever. Lock the door and take the key, slide it down my throat and never leave me.

talk to me call me pretty kiss me hug me tuck me into a blanket and sing me a lullaby. Press your lips to my neck and leave roses there to bloom. Shower me in petals and robe me in silk. Promise never—never ever. Lock the door and take the key, slide it down my throat and never leave me. "We are all young and naive still." talk to me call me pretty kiss me hug me tuck me into a blanket and sing me a lullaby. Press your lips to my neck and leave roses there to bloom. Shower me in petals and robe me in silk. Promise never—never ever. Lock the door and take the key, slide it down my throat and never leave me. talk to me call me pretty kiss me hug me tuck me into a blanket and sing me a lullaby. Press your lips to my neck and leave roses there to bloom. Shower me in petals and robe me in silk. Promise never—never ever. Lock the door and take the key, slide it down my throat and never leave me.

ROUND ONE
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"We are all young and naive still."

"Weep, little lion man..."

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