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Some Random Starters

“Aren’t you cute?” “Hey, now. What’s going on?” “I want to ask you something.” “I’ll be fine.” “I am not okay.” “I’m okay!” “Do you need help?” “Is there a problem?” “Get back here!” “This is not okay!” “This is okay.” “Get over here!” “Hello there.” “Wow, really?” “Why? Just why?” “I can’t hear you!” “Seriously?” “Stop!”

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New Arrival - Serengheti

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Lions

By Nick Garbutt

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reblog this if you are a sfw only roleplay blog

some people aren't comfortable with roleplaying smut or nsfw topics, and that's fine! sfw blogs can still be open to shipping, suggestive jokes, etc. depending on the mun and muse.

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Do whatever you want to my muse and get a reaction. Time to get a reaction from t-t-t-h-e BEASTLY... Beastie. All he had to do was throw the biggest rock when the moment came for a Hyena to come into view, aimed right at the head to rock them out.

Simba didn't know what he was more freaked out about. The giant rock flying overhead or the hyena itself. Watching as the stone flew above, the cub's mouth became agape. He knew it was other that threw it, but there was probably no way Nala was going to believe him when he told her. One of those 'had to be there' types of situations.

The rock made contact giving the hyena in question a knockout making Simba blink. "Woah. Can you teach some animals to throw like that?" he asked turning to Alpha. "Cause if you did we can take out a whole bunch of hyenas, then my Dad wouldn't have to patrol as much."

@shiningsilverarmor

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// it was humid today but if I don't update at all the next few days you guys can safely assume I've probably melted at some point. 🫠

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"YEAH!" With today being the longest day of the year, it means more sunlight, which means more time to play!

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“are you okay?” well, no, but like where is the conversation going to go if i say that

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Africa is hot but today? Today seemed worse. "Ugh." Guess it's time for a trip to the Waterhole.

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Do whatever you want to my muse and get a reaction.

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Crocodile

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Simba stared at the pencil, sniffed it, then gnawed on it, splintering it a bit in the process before it was spat out. "Puh! I don't wanna play with this thing. I want that pen thing," the cub replied, craning his neck wanting to see where it had been laid. "Where'd it go?" Soon, he was up on the desk again, wondering where it'd vanished to. It had to be around here somewhere. "I wanna try that comm-thing with it too." As for the word expensive? He had absolutely no idea what that even meant.

"It's a pen, and it was very expensive, so don't chew on that!" He swiped it and offered him a pencil. Or perhaps he should have offered a broomstick? What did cats like to chew on? He'd have to phone his sister later. "I use it to write. It's how we communicate, sometimes."

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"Oh." That did sound pretty dangerous he figured. Glad he didn't have to run into one of those rifle things after all. Still, the cub was a bit more interested in the pen now since he knew it could do things and seemed to be the only 'toy' around here. "What's this thing called?" he asked, now holding it between his paws once he'd jumped down from the desk and onto the floor.

Lying down, Simba gave it a few sniffs before gnawing on the top, letting the cool metal graze against his teeth. "It doesn't smell like anything, but it talks though." Not in words per se, just in doodles and writing apparently. "Is it scared and that's why it's defending itself by being all hard?"

"What even...you just scribbled over the..."

He made what could only be described as a sigh of utter resignation. "It doesn't poop, it shoots bullets. Tiny rocks that move very fast and can shatter bones. That is what makes it dangerous."

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"A stick that poops? That's it? No offense, but that's kinda dumb." Way dumber than just going out and biting something that was for certain. "Why can't it be something more like this?" Taking the pen between his teeth, it took the lion cub a few moments to get a solid grip on it before it took to the drawing, creating scribbles and shapes over the image of the rifle, along with making a few ink blots on the paper. "Yeah, that looks cooler." He didn't know what he exactly drew, but to him, it was more appealing than what had been there before. "That's what it should look like. Not like a stick."

"Well, they are long and skinny, with a hole at the end. Here, I will show you."

He whipped out a sheet of paper from his desk and a very expensive pen and drew a picture of a rifle. Miles actually wasn't sure exactly how the process went, but a rifle had to be involved at some point. Right? "This is what we would use."

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Has he basically been cub-napped by Miles? At this point, he's got no idea...

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"A weapon. So like..." What the heck would humans use anyway if they couldn't use their teeth? "Rocks?" That worked, didn't it? But now that Simba looked at the human's arms, he was questioning it altogether since they looked lanky like a monkey's and they couldn't throw all that far unless they were in treetops, which he'd learned from personal experience.

"If you don't use rocks, then what do you use?" To put it bluntly, he'd never seen a weapon before in his entire life. Whatever it was sounded interesting though. "What do they look like?"

"He uses a weapon to do it," Miles tried. "There are very few things that we humans can kill with our teeth, so we use other means. Some of those weapons can kill things from afar. Those are better for taking down bison."

Since some people used those weapons on his own kind, he thought that Simba might know about them already, but maybe not. Maybe this lion had fallen through the cracks of the lion educational system--WHAT WAS HE THINKING???

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It was even harder to understand. As far as he knew, Miles wasn't a king of any sort, so unless he stole it from someone, how on earth could someone else do the hunting? Unless... "So your friends do it?"

That had to be the only explanation he could think of, but what was with the money thing? Simba had absolutely no idea what that even was. His head was starting to hurt a tiny bit from processing things though. "But...how-" That wasn't how hunting worked as far as he knew. "How can they be killed from far away if your friend's teeth can't reach 'em?"

Oh, boy. This was going to be hard to explain. But he wasn't one to flee from challenges. Well, logical ones anyway.

"I don't hunt it myself. Someone else does."

"He raises a herd of bison, and when someone wants to eat a bison, he dispatches one and trades the meat for money. The rest of the herd do not 'freak out', as you describe it, because they are used to him and he kills the bison far away from them so that they do not startle. Does that make sense?"