KING'S ROAR.

              “ riddle! riddle rosenhearts! ” voice quakes but it is tame , more dignified as it does not heighten above his typical decibels. he marches over , nearly gliding on towards the heartslabyul dorm head. tail flicks eloquently yet harsh and like a whip evident of his disgruntled aura. last step is taken when he reaches riddle , and arms fold in an uptight manner. odd for the usually slouched and laid back lion prince , he huffs as head jerks to the upper left and his voluminous hair does a light bounce while lips contort unpleasantly , “ i’m letting you know now you better get your little fresh baby in row before i do something about it. that punk has been getting on my nerves with the ‘oji-tan’ crap! ” // @heartshackle​ — starter call

             “ you mean this 100 billion dc comics monopoly money? these big wads of cash? so much cash! you know , it’d be a shame if i just touched them like this. and when i touch them , it’d be a shame if they turned into DUST — oh! look it , they turned to dust! 100 billion monopoly dollars into DUST! what a shame , all that hard work! ” pause. blows the gold dust at your face , “ bye bye! ”  

              “ oi , jamil. ” voice called out from across the courtyard , hand raised then lowers when the second prince catches the younger man’s attention. leona sat at an iron chair and table set , on the latter laid a chess mat and set. a lazy smile curls at the corner of his lips as he leans back in his seat. dark hair cascading from behind with a half-lidded gaze that twinkles a kind of spark one would typically suspect , “ care for a game of chess? you’re the only one around i know who could give me a good time. ” // @phiinae​ — starter call

@kleinemeine​ — starter call ( accepting! )

@unblot​  —  starter call ( accepting! ) 

an ideal place to nap and yet not a single chance to nap for the day and night bloomed ever so quickly within wintry season. he breathes sharp , cocking his head to gesture at the other : “ move. i want some shut-eye. preferably without noise —— ” he paused , brow raised as lit eyes surveyed around yuu and above. “ ...huh. that noisy furball isn’t with you? well , that’s a pleasant surprise. ” 

               a single eye opened upon her request , head tilting at the books and the notebook she carried. quiet at first and then he let out a huff of air from his nostrils. he pointed to the bench near adjacent to his bush before mumbling , “ go study there — keep to your word , and , ” both eyes flutter open as he looks to the right and then looks to the left , “ if you see ruggie or anyone else looking for me , don’t let them know where i am. ” soon caught off by his own yawning , he takes a moment to stretch and a small pop could be heard as he did so. “ i don’t want anymore pestering for the day , grugh... ”

however , i wonder if he is really being honest here because not only do we consider how night raven college reveres disney villains as far as taking a revisionist route , but whereas scars may be a symbolism of bravery , the question of interest is where that scar is located. the same place as the king of beasts ( he even mentions the king of beasts in that line as well ). we know night raven college’s view point on the king of beasts , but we also don’t know afterglow savanna’s view point of the king himself considering the dude left a real negative impact as demonstrated by how others reacted to kovu in the sequel , even noting the scar itself and his resemblance to the villain. that in turn would also come to worsen or further affect how leona is perceived or treated back at home. maybe the story behind leona’s scar could be tied to cheka and why cheka looks up to his uncle so much , maybe the story is that leona got into a fight with farena , maybe something else that could’ve been an act of bravery and it is just an unfortunate coincidence to end up on his left eye of all places , or maybe just i’m looking at this too deeply and it’s just a shallow pond.  

            may have been tricky to catch , but leona’s ears twitched. not at the light nudge , but rather at the voice instantly recognizing it and prompting a mix of a yawn and a groan. his eyes remained shut , pulling away a little from the fresh baby’s foot and curling tighter into a ball. “ gruughh... don’t want to ... leave me alone ... ” he was too , too tired! ah , body sluggish , muscles not budging , and the grass smelled extra nice today—! all accompanied by the perfect temperature that the botanical gardens always had—!!! so perfect , this time within TWO SECONDS he beat his record : “ —z z z z z z z ~ ”

          a low bestial growl rumbled from beneath the bushes and the tail immediately was yanked into it. the branches , stems and leaves rustled as leona emerged his head groggily. peeved eyes fixated on noah and he yawns , sharp feline fangs elongated and nose bridge scrunches up before contorting back. “ oh , no one in their right mind would step on it. ” a pause to mull over his choice of words. a look of doubt now flickers in his facial features , “ ...never mind , t’sh. better you than that rook guy or that old bat. ” he flicks his wrist , motioning for her to leave him be , “ anyways , my tail is in and it’s time for me to get back to sleep. off you go , tora-chan. ”

and maybe this next point that makes me think -- his dislike for his unique magic because of the drought-aspect to it , him saying he hates droughts which is haunting when you look back to the lion king movie how the state of the pride lands becomes under scar’s rule. it becomes a wasteland , a drought void of life and color. part of me wonders if there is another layer of complications with leona -- there is the matter of your talents never amounting to anything because of your birth , and the possibility of there being a matter of his own unique magic being a sort of thing that poses an ill omen of sorts. not only is he not next in line , but he wants it for potentially the most wrong reasons , and then there is this underlying fear of not even being enough still. maybe he knows he still won’t be loved because look at what a horrific thing he can do if it goes unchecked. but that latter point is more so rambling , not really substantial with how little of the game there is out now and i have a selective memory of a goldfish. if anything , it’ll be more of a headcanon thing depending on how leona develops throughout the game.

            the prince was feeling miffed that day . evident of the scowl tugging at the corners of his lips. at trey’s holler , he pivoted on his heel turning sharp with hair whirling soft and bright green hues locking onto the heartslabyul student. breath hitched in chest lessened and expelled through his nostrils. the sharpness in his eyes dulled as they eased into that lethargy not so foreign to the dorm head. “ oh , it’s you. ” he folded his arms , head tilting and no hint of tension from his end -- just an indifference as if what happened since the magifit tournament never did happen. or so it seems , “ t’sk -- it would’ve been harmless if the guys from my dorm didn’t get so riled up easily by your end. shouting and yowling at one another ; looks bad and disrupted my good shut-eye time. whatever , as long as the heartslabyul herbivores don’t mess around with them again , no big deal. ” and oddly enough , kingscholar was noticeable looking the other over. a hint of surprise on his end , finally something else other than surprise -- “ to think you went out of your way to apologize... ”

             “ ahh ~ ! calm down , epel , you’re not a child! ” but yes , do praise me -- leona would not visibly admit it , he was quite proud of that ‘impressive’ trick he successfully executed. maybe his lips twitched little in pleasure , but if maybe so , then the prince was all too quick to hide it. with confident laze laced over his tone , he continued: “ and it’s all about using your head. athletic skill is one thing , but you need the intelligence to think and strategize to make best use of it. think , plan , and practice. ”

             emerald hues narrowed as well , but they were not followed by a feigned grin however. leona would not budge , not in the slightest , not wanting to drink suspicious potions from old bats with a pension of terrorizing whomever crossed them and their cubs. regardless if the potion was ultimately harmless , leona would not trust lillia’s cooking ability because . . . his nose wrinkled at lillia’s nonchalant demeanor and at the odor only a keen nose as leona’s could pick up with his heightened senses. he pinched his nose , scooting away further from the potion , “ as if staying awake is the real issue here , i don’t need anything from you to ‘help me’ in that department ; TRY HARDER -- ” he snarled under his breath , feeling the effects of his sensitivity , “ -- it REEKS , ugh , smells like sweaty socks right after gym! ”

             “ hou , are you that confident it’ll make me laugh? ” teeth bloom into a smile with feline fangs peeking so slightly. leona leaned forward onto the long desk , perching with elbow propped and hand nestling underneath his jaw. however , in spite of his mellow posture and demeanor , he was not expecting anything charming out of the eel. leona gave him the time of day because jade could not stop laughing hence could not let him sleep. “ go ahead -- i’m listening. ”

all of which sometimes leaves a sort of guilty pang in his chest , and such guilty pangs he cursed as well as scoffed at with indefinite disgust. a disgust that was weak , choked and acidic , stinging the stomach and the eyes as he feels himself suddenly wishing to drift into sleep. “ ...maybe someday we can laugh together , ” cautiously he spoke , as if he was fearful , as if he felt like he was deluding himself , “ you don’t have to get me anything , ” -- he wanted that crown , but -- “ i don’t know what you could do for me , so just do whatever you think is best , ehn? surprise your oji-tan. ” careful now , before it all starts crumbling ( before if there ever is a day cheka would regret it all ) . leona breathed softly , deeply , letting the crisp cooler air of the savanna fill his lungs and mellow his muscles. his hands faintly quake as they relax on cheka’s head , caressing and patting the child’s head with a tenderness that takes a toll on his fatigue -- “ you’re a smart child after all , someday you won’t have to worry about such trivial things. ”