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[Zingling]

Fari hadn’t seen anyone in weeks, not Ares, not Arevik, not even family members sent to visit him begrudgingly. He could honestly say he was a bit lonely. Rolling steel blue eyes up at the sky, Fari batted the idea of wandering into the heart of the lands. Could he deal with that many lions all at once? Furrowing his brows he bobbed his head, yes… or no?

Picking himself up abruptly off the sandy floor, the dark goliath of a lion wandered out of his familiar cavern and towards the main lands. It would be an adventure at least, perhaps he could even make a friend? Ever since he met Ares he realized that he was truly, deeply, alone. What was more? He wanted to fix that.

Padding ever closer to the inner quarters of the pride, Fari passed a few sparring partners, deep in training, but then stopped to stare. There stood a soft, nearly glowing yellowish-white lion. He seemed… oddly approachable. Hesitating for only a moment, Fari wandered over to the seemingly older lion, calling out to him moments later, “Hello?”  

[Lithiasaur]

Zingling

Iroh was enjoying himself in his later years. He was perfectly happy with his fitness, his health, and his age was hardly starting to bother him yet. He was a large lion, built like a tree trunk, thick and squat but strong and muscular for it. He was covered in thick, creamy white fur that was fluffier than the clouds in the sky, giving him a very soft, gentle appearance.

His constant, pleasant smile and his soft, warm eyes also added to that impression.

The sagely older lion was sitting with his head turned toward the sky, watching the clouds rolling passed and letting time slip with them. He would go out and see the borders soon enough, and find some of the younger lions that wanted to train and strengthen themselves. He was always happy to help others. Which was why when he saw someone approaching him he offered a nod and a smile.

"Hello, there! What are you up to, this nice, warm day? You seem a little troubled, son."