"You want to bet? Ask anyone around. My royal blood beats your god blood paws down. You may look into the future if you want, all you will see is me winning our little bet," Valse scoffed, shoving his cousin to the side. They had spent the day together the day before. The golden lion was traveling through their homelands while he had the time to. Still, the seer followed loyally after his mother only stopping periodically to visit his families here in the Pride Lands.
"My mother is the Goddess of the Hunt, mind you, and I have half her blood so I am not as mortal as you are, Valse," Eiji'dai countered. His darker cousin was what he thought of him as before. He was dark, handsome as he was but always the rough, demeaning, scheming, and perverted twit that he knew some of his relatives to be. Still, his sister was the queen of the pride lands and in respect so was the family. He was proud that Valse and them were royalty in a way, but he was glad to be his mother's son and his father's. "Hey, Valse, listen, I gotta stop by my father's place to say hello and I'll be off again until next time. It alright if we depart here?"
Valse rolled his eyes and looked over the savanna. This was close to where he wanted to get off too. If Eiji'dai had followed him much longer, he may have met the little runt he's been eyeing. The rogue scoffed and headed off in his own direction but not before kicking at his golden cousin with a hind leg. "Get out of here, freak. Give my uncle my regards," he smirked as he headed off, leaving a smiling lion to take his own path.
He was right, if his memory served right, this was around where that little black, brown blotched runt was the last time he visited the Pride lands. How long has it been? Pfft, like he cared. She was energetic and can really put up a fight if she wanted. However, she was still a runt and he was a full grown adult. He wouldn't deny she was cute and fun though, but that was probably because of her size.
Dark brown and black, a mane of darkness crowned his face and shoulders. Muscled and bulky, the lion stalked across the savanna without any attempts of hiding himself.
"Now where is that little runt?"
