Ceres,
Lion of Prideless
Played by Eerie




I


t was the sound of hushed voices stirring about that roused the weary traveler from his tentative slumber. Eyes bleary and jaw stretching into a waning yawn drowned out the specifics of what his dear brother and cousin spoke of, but context would lend itself to musings of where they would venture next. To space, perhaps, had they the means. Alas, all they had were their paws for the time being, paws with claws to prove worthy. As the mirror rose to his feet, he heard his party's voices begin to grow more distant. They were on the move it seemed. With a shake of his mane and a rushed stretch of his hind legs, Ceres tailed after the scent his kin left behind. 

"Leaving me behind, are we?" Ceres crested, standing a rock above his family. He peered down past them, his bright eyes spying that of a fair maiden just below. So that was the foreign voice he had been hearing? Ceres leapt down from his perch to stand beside his twin. The starred lion hid his gaze behind his half mane, his eyes blinking curiously to the lioness across the way. He could tell the look of scrutiny upon his copy's face that he was analyzing their visitor for familia. Anatole, on the other paw, shifting into dare he say friendly banter. Not necessarily unwelcome, nor was it unnecessary either considering the information they could garner from such an interaction.

A newcomer as well? Not quite as much information as he could have hoped, though there still could be something underneath. Mentor… Was there another lion nearby as well? The blue pelted lion twitched his ear at the thought. Ceres could almost offer a chuckle of his own at self proclaimed 'Nat' speaking of her untimely demise. The irony drew an upwards quirk of his lip. 

"Doppelgängers? What an intriguing concept," Ceres mused quietly for a moment. He pondered his next move as he'd done so, his blazing eyes shooting to Anatole. Names weren't important, he would have said, but that moment had since passed already.

Instead, Ceres simply opted to play coy, pretending as though he'd only heard the tail end of things. "Sharp eyes," He answered, knowing that the trio's looks were too uncannily close to deem coincidental, unlike their newfound company's. 


"speech"

@Pluto @Anatole @Nykhia



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