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Little Lion, Why Do You Cry?

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Once young man with a handsome coat of reds. Cream and dappled over his back, he took great pride in his fiery coat. Eyes like burning embers, he seemed to stare right through all that was in his path.

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Flamboyant | Flirtatious | Prideful

Brazen and cocky, Arslan acted without thought. He cared not for the process, but for his end goal. Base survival instincts influenced him strongly; if he could steal to avoid starving or injure to avoid injury he would do so with little empathy.

Easy to bore and easier to excite, Arslan was a free spirit. He enjoyed the company of others, yet refused to settle down long enough to truly bond with anyone. He was quick to flirt; passionate and uncaring, only remaining interested for as long as they could hold onto him.

His upbringing had made him rather egotistical. He took what he wanted without considering the feelings of other's, and was often dismissive towards women.

A true prince. Leandros was chosen as the heir of his natal pack, for his parents thought him to be far more moldable than his brothers.

He took to the role well, his usual lazy nature parting to make way for an involved, dedicated heir. He planned take on the challenge, to show those who doubted him that they were wrong.

A wife was chosen, his father deciding that without one he could not take the throne. If he did not marry, Leandros would never see his coronation. He was left troubled. The woman was beautiful, sure. But he found himself discomforted. Quickly he learned that his taste was a bit more.. masculine.

Speaking to his father, an attempt to reason with him, he was shut down. That same night he found himself gathering his things, wordlessly making his exit.

DEAD