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When the older lion joined them, Jifya had to make sure he didn't laugh at his lack of a mane. It wasn't because he wanted to be rude, of course, he just had never seen such a thing before! Of course it would catch him by surprise. Thankfully, he wasn't so insensitive that he let out any kind of laugh, nodding his head respectfully instead. Whew.

He did not want to make a bad first impression.

"Well, I'm glad to see there's someone who would be willing to teach me! I want to do the best at whatever I set for myself, so I would gladly accept any wisdom you have to offer me! It is an honor to meet you, Onundr. I'm Jifya." He had listened to the king introduce him, and was happy to know his name. It seemed he would be getting a lot of help from the other while he learned about the pride's history.

"Oh, are there going to be cubs? That's a wonderful thought!" he liked cubs, too. maybe he would be able to learn and teach them what he had gathered information on.

Yorath rarely did more than he had to around the pride. He did not slack on his duties as Patriarch, but when they were done, he usually got into the n** and called it a day. Of course, a party was something he needed to make an appearance at, even if he still would have gone to chase tail anyway. Married or not, Yorath tended to flirt and try to get many females when he had n**. Heck, n** was how he and his wife got along best! That might have had something to do with both of them being the proudest creatures in the world, but eh, they managed to make it work. They were both much mellower on the n** afterall.

Yorath made his way into the gathering and nodded to the king. "Hail, Thorin. It is good to see our king and queen having a moment to mingle." In the green lion's opinion the royals had been working too hard lately. Yes it was necessary, but they really needed a break so they did not end up running themselves to an early grave. He had watched the last patriarch of his clan do too little, but he saw the royals as on the other side of that line. He liked to think that he had found the perfect balance between the two, and he would not hear otherwise from anyone short of the king. He had gained his rank through a fight and he would fight anybody that challenged his way of doing things.

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Growlina was standing off to the side, watching and trying not to get in anyone's way. For a Dwarven woman, she was usually pretty quiet and reserved. She kept a very clean and tidy den for her brother and helped out where she was needed with the recovery efforts, but she was pretty sure nobody knew she existed most of the time. She wanted to be a good wife for a male some day, but she just had not found any male that inspired the desire to just go and strike up a conversation. In a way, she guessed she expected them to do the striking up.

Growlina was not by any means meek and mild, even though her quietness could be taken as that at times. She was stubborn and did things her way, but she did not feel the need to be vocal or physically dominating to make it known. Let others make fools of themselves by opening their big muzzles and declaring themselves important. She would keep doing things her way and let them stick it up their tails. The purple female was every bit the quiet force to be reckoned with as her brother was the loud one. Thinking of her brother, she looked over at Dryco and smiled.

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Dryco watched all the goings on with interest. There were plenty of new faces among the dwarves along with the old ones. He was enjoying seeing everyone come together for a celebration. They had certainly all earned it after the hard work it had taken to get their home cleaned up and their pride back into a decent order. It was good to see the prospects of new life starting to take root in all the newer mates and he was sure cubs would start coming to the pride soon. It was overall a very good sign for the dwarves.

Dryco just wished his sister would be more active in trying to land herself a husband so SHE could take part in such new life. He understood her desire to have a male approach her first, but he was starting to think that her quiet manner might be taken for meekness. He knew the fire of his sister's temper if one found its wrath, and also knew how great a wife she would make in respect to running a den, but he feared her quiet strength was not getting across well to the males of the pride. It made him sad to think his sister might end up alone because of it.

((OOC: Feel free to approach any of my characters, just please quote me so I don't accidently miss you))

Illyon calmly made his way into the cave, the elder lion's purple eyes rather tired as his paws pressed into the floor. He was enjoying the cool earth, liking the quiet here below the mountain. The fluffy male had been grateful for the party finding him and his daughter on their trek from their home. His heart was still heavy from the loss of his mate in the move, but at the same time, he was grateful for his new position here in the Dvergr. The Seer had grown much since his original life, since his youth in the Rogue lands, his middle years in the Theluji. Now, as the Patriarch of Clan Gisli, Illyon was learning to content himself with the way things were. His blue mane fell in his face as he looked around, taking in the dwarves who'd come to join them in this celebration. Ah, Celebrations. Full of n** and good things. Perhaps this was just what the male needed to lighten his spirits.

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Kimya'mwimbaji was excited. Her mate had told her about the celebration that was to happen, and the femme had been quick to her paws to join. Any excuse to spend time with her Nuru. This new Pride suited them well. Tucked away here below the mountain, their fully grown cubs off and doing....whatever it was they were doing. She knew in her heart that this was safer by far. Her blinded eye now covered, Kimya made her way through the cave system, until the sound of dwarves met her ears. Parties were always such loud occasions from what she'd been told, but the singer's eyes were only hunting for one. Only one mattered on this day, and that was her Nuru. Wherever he was, she would find him. Perhaps with some n** to make him feel good? She knew not yet.

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Despite the fact that her Father had taken up post in Clan Gisli, and she with Clan Schatzi, Eira'ffres had gotten up early to find her Father, and escort him to the party. The Brewer had affectionately woken him with a gentle lick to the ear, and the two were beginning to make their way towards the party together. Standing at his side as they walked in, Eira offered him a warm smile, "It's alright father. All will be well." As the smells and sounds entered her ears, she licked his ear once more, and then trotted off to see some of the other brewers. Perhaps she could help with something for the party? Or do SOMETHING at least! Her paws were itching to move!

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The Dwarves had quickly become his home, honestly. The Smith for Clan Ulf was a proud male, and was quick to rush himself into the open room. The smell of brew and n** filled his nose, and Anga too a deep whiff, sighing out as he enjoyed it. Ah, that was good. That told him much, and left little to be questioned. Trotting instantly to do a circle around the room, he was glad to see all the reactions around the room! Good! So much life, so much ENERGY, the male was glad for it, glad to be a part of it. Sitting slowly, Mtoto'wa'Anga took the moment to compose himself. Should he talk to someone? If so, to whom! There were so many.

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Unlike many others, who were boisterous and celebrating, there was one female who sat quietly against the walls. The Warrioress of Clan Gisli seemed almost too quiet, golden eyes watching everything with a serious gaze. Her black paws were pressed into soil, claws sheathing and unsheathing in a slow pattern, scratching trenches in dirt. It seemed that Edin Prekrasen had no intention of joining in the festivities of her Pride-mates. No. She was content to watch for trouble...watch for her Patriarch...just watch.

Thorin smiled when a new face approached, the sort of smile to welcome an eager face as he stood by his mate.

"There is no question, my lady, you are more than welcome. Do you have a name?" He offered, tone soft and gentle. Well, as soft as a warrior could manage.

Dorin spied Nayeli and perked, crouching to creep up on her with a bright grin. Yes, she looked fun, and the young dwarf crept close, before pouncing ferociously. At least, play-ferociously!

"HI LADY!"

Dorin, king of fluff.

Stienn turned his attention to Oin, ears perking. A hunt? There ere still deeper places that had yet to be cleaned, or even ventured. Steinn was curious, perhaps a trait of his youth.

"Aye, you have my interest, Oin," that patriarch of clan Haldis proclaimed.

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KisuKari listened, but this seemed like a job for the Dwarves, than a nimble little creature like her. So, curious though she was, she'd remain and enjoy the festivities.

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Onundr looked thoughtful Hmn, something deep within the mountain? His old bones may not be much help, but his knowledge might prove of some use? Oh, no, if things were dangerous, he'd just be getting in the way... But treasure! Oh, even a geezer like him still felt the thrill of treasure! Best let Oin decide, perhaps.

"Perhaps you need a knowledgeable mind on this hunt, lad? I'd be happy to follow along, unless you think this might be too dangerous for an ol' slowpoke like me, haha!" Onundr laughed.

"I'm Muista by name. I used to be a healer, and have trained and served as one for most of my life. I'd love nothing more than to use my abilities in what ever manner they may be needed here." The striped lass had to steel herself to keep from fidgeting. In the pride in which she had grown up, Muista had never before found herself standing before it's leaders, much less a Patriarch in addition to the King and Queen. Anxious though she was, the lioness kept her posture and a polite smile. Muista could fight and hunt and defend as need be as well. After her pride melted apart around her, she had lived on her own for a time. In that time alone, she discovered it to be dreadfully lonesome and too quiet for her tastes. Not bad, but not something she wanted to do for the rest of her days.

Nayeli occasionally would stop her stalking to peer around and see if any one in particular leaped out at her. The lioness had been sorely considering her plan B, at least until someone in particular did leap out at her in mid-stride. So intent she had been in her looking that she didn't notice the great approaching fluff ball. The pounce had Nayeli in a full sprawl, but her mood being such as it was, she broke out into a full, warm laugh. Gracious, was he a fluffy one! Nayeli playfully swatted him about the shoulders and finally once lightly on the nose.

"Hello, gent!" She echoed brightly. "A happy spirit certainly has you!" The lioness grinned. It seemed her party partner had found her. "Say, want to take these festivities for all they've got, or do you want to go hunting in the depths?" Really, both sounded exciting to her and either way she was bound and determined to have a good time.

((Sorry so long guys! Summary is, I'm a dumbshit so Poi'll kick me to focus better, orz.))


"There is no cause to turn those seeking to live amongst us peacefully away." Thorin spoke calmly, smiling to Asali. "And there is no good reason, my dear, you need question your judgement."

Particularly not when they got home.

He watched Oin gather several excited lions, and his maw twitched into a faint smile as he watched, turning to face the group remaining, motioning.

Food was brought, as n** was carried in to replenish spent stores. The male smiled, sitting.

"There is no need to shy away, my friends. We share in this celebration as a pride, not as individuals. Do not hesitate to speak to one another."



Oin beamed at the poarty gathering, nodding and looking to Onundr.

"Any help is of use." The male motioned, a paw waving eagerly.

"We'll be taking a tunnel to an area the fire caused a rockslide in and sealed with ash. The ash is cool, and the area is barren of dead. If we can move the stones, we may yet find the treasutes lost to us in the fires themselves."

His eyes lit up. "And more, there are fresh stones; both colourful and exotic!"

The Patriarch beamed. It was a sizeable crowd, and numbers would help them clear the way.

As they walked along the caverns, the ash scent rose slightly. While to many it was unnerving, it was also cold. Members of Clan Dracen wound almost, but not entirely, find it homey, and granite everywhere glistened, damp from humidity and the low light made what could be seen glisten. Oin occasionally moved plants, cracks with threads of light entering the caverns, casting beams before in a pile of rocks and ash, there was a glint of gold and emerald.