[attr="class","uthsim"]Uther was particularly fond of the cove. He had come across it a few days ago in his wandering, and had found himself returning to it often, enjoying the soft feel of the white sands beneath his paws as he looked out over the blue mirror of the sea. The Order's dens had been situated near a coast of its own, and Uther had loved to race his siblings across the sand as a child, learning of its gifts and dangers from his wise mother. If you looked, she'd said, it could even predict the coming weather, like a deity all of its own.
It is about time he stopped this aimlessness and settle on somewhere to call home. Why not here? The tunnels burrowed into the cliffside of the cove would make comfortable dens, and it would be big enough to shelter any who may require it. It could prove to be a suitable sanctuary, like the one his birthlands had served as.
Uther tips his head back and gives a thunderous roar of claiming, listening to it bounce off of the stone wall of the cove, and then turned back to inspect the mouth of the closest tunnel. It wouldn't need much work at all, if any, to become a comfortable place to rest.
The spotted feline felt quite exposed as she ventured through this strange alien land. At first the tide crashing against the shore had frightened her and then became a marvel to her. There was not a tree in sight for her to observe this place from a safe height. It was mostly composed of a soft unusual golden dirt and a formation of tall pointy rocks. She scuffed the sand with a spotted paw, curious about the strange texture of it. Then she remembered her true purpose and followed in the direction of the claiming roar. Her ears pricked up as she saw the sandy hued male looking in the direction she was approaching from. She slung her tail upwards in greeting and slowed her gait once she was close enough for her own comfort. "This is a strange place," Mireya commented, not intending to insult the new landowner, but for a rainforest cat she was truly a fish out of water.
"Are you forming a tribe here?" she asked, dubiousness flashed through her features uncertain of the lands merits or what he saw in such a barren place. Perhaps there was something she could not see that he could.
the lions of these lands are very strange. though she hasn't had too much time to become more acquainted with her new surroundings, she has made quite the observation: these lions, are small. as she arrives at the cusp of a call, she swings her massive head between the two, giving them both a distinctive once-over. the lioness is certainly pretty, yet so diminutive in stature, enyo is certain she would unintentionally crush her. her red stare falls upon uther, and while he's definitely larger than the other feline present, he is still slight in comparison to her. she breathes in, nostrils flaring as she devours their scents. a warrior never forgets the individuals she meets.
"you claim this?" her gruff, gravel-laden voice cuts through the quiet, offering no semblance of femininity. "i know rocks. i fight well. i am staying." it isn't about whether or not she's staying. in her eyes, she doesn't need his permission. he either says 'yes,' or she intends to force his hand. regardless, she stands, unmoving, a block of hard muscle and perseverance. she has no time to flounder in a strange land. she is here to conquer and bring honor to her birth clan.
a call in claim of nearby lands does not bode well for her as a youth on her own, but calanthe can't risk missing the chance to bully a gathering for either directions or a sighting of her parents. now that she's actually arrived, though, the young girl finds herself daunted by the crowd and loses all of her determination in one fell swoop. logically speaking, the absolutely massive lady with the overgrown fangs could very well be a venerable font of information—being as tall as that, she must be able to see so much more than any of the rest of them—but the anxious girl can't bring herself to even think about disturbing the woman. like, woah.
[break][break]instead, the young lioness hovers to the back of the small group, craning on her toes a little to get a better look at the lion that had claimed the lands. he was cream like her, and seemed to be at least like… parental age? but he was neither of her parents, and that was disheartening. sighing softly to herself, callie relaxed to stand flat footed once more, jaw jutting forward petulantly and tail curling at her heels. it seemed that she had really, awfully messed up this time, and regret clawed at her gut. it had been almost a week now, and she really, really missed her family.
[attr="class","uthsim"]Though he was admittedly a rather recent arrival, the lands of Solui had seemed all but vacant of lions during his expedition through the new region. It seems he was wrong - not long after his claiming cry he spies a brassy woman approaching, seemingly curious of his intentions. Uther bowed his head in greeting. "Certes, Madam, the shore is a fickle place, especially to those estranged to it," He chuffs, slightly amused at the woman's curiosity. Her question has him silent for a moment or two, pondering how best to answer. "Yay," He nods, mind set. "I assay for to offer a place of sanctuary, for whomever may need it. This cove should serve mine aspiration well."
Uther hadn't been expecting another to arrive, least of all a woman as giant as Enyo. And those teeth! How fascinating! She doesn't wait for his answer to inform him that she would be staying here, but Uther's much more focused on the idea that already someone sought to call this place home. "Yay, Madam. You are, of course, more than welcome here. Any who seek refuge on the shore wilst have nothing to be afeared of, with a warrior of such stature and ability in their favour!" My, if she isn't the picture of the unfallable knights of Old his parents spoke of!
In his marvelling of the behometh woman, Uther had failed to notice the arrival of a third until movement caught in his peripherals, and he turned to see a rather miserable pale girl lurking behind the group. "Hark, girl," The knight speaks, concern creasing his brow. "What ails you so? Such a young thing; whither be your mother, or father?"
Although she was skeptical of the shore's quality as a habitat Mireya was curious enough to want to witness the creation of a tribe here. It marked a important moment in the history of this land and its inhabitants. The appearance of a giant with great tusks for fangs like one of the legendary trunked creatures she believed only existed in myths. She could not help, but become startled at such a fearsome felines presence. The tusked feline spoke a little strangely, but her words were direct and honest. She came to join under the make's banner and shelter in the shore. "Uh..hello," the tiny lioness greeted the giantess timidly overwhelmed by her stature and length of her canines. There were no trees to escape to here so Mireya hoped words would suffice in showing that she was friendly.
A younger lioness trailed in afterwards, appearing to be in some distress. The spotted cat was captured by the sight of her folded ears. Ever since leaving the rainforest she had seen such variations of her own species she was beginning to realise how sheltered her world had been in her tribe. Finally the cream m an addressed her in such peculiar words she wondered if they spoke in same language if not for the odd word she did understand. What an odd tribe this would become.
She shivered as a cold winter wind blew in from over the rolling tides and ruffled her spotted coat . "I'm settled in the rainforest for now, but I would like to come visit, again" she suggested softly. She was lonelier than expected now she was a loner, but she wasn't ready to accept a new tribe just yet. She did not know these lions well.
