I constantly feel like my King is missing something, decor-wise. I think itās the difficulty of dressing a primal, honestly. There just arenāt that many clothes I can give him. Iām taking suggestions if anyoneās got any!

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I constantly feel like my King is missing something, decor-wise. I think itās the difficulty of dressing a primal, honestly. There just arenāt that many clothes I can give him. Iām taking suggestions if anyoneās got any!

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One day, son, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new King
Bedengii has fallen. Chekirii rises.
I was born the day after my father died. Bedengii had been a good King, a great King, but I never knew him. The King I knew was Chekirii, Bedengiiās adopted son. My brother. In many ways, the only father I ever had. He named me āBrotherā - Bira. He was strong and fast and brave and so very, very tall. He was so much bigger and stronger than I was. A Primal Smilus. He was larger than life, in everything he did. He did his best to be good, even thoughĀ it was hard for him. To be honest, I loved him all the more for it. Being a kind, good King like our father didnāt come naturally to him, but he tried anyway. To me, that made him the greatest King.
But the day came when his powerful legs shook as he walked. When waking in the morning took longer, when his joints ached with the cold so badly he couldnāt leave the den. And when that day came, I took his colors, as he had taken Bedengiiās before me.
Chekirii had always told me that he was no King. That the throne belonged to me, and he was just saving it for when I was ready. I always laughed. How could I take the place of my brother, so big and so strong? But I was now King. AndĀ the only thing I had of him was our fatherās colors.Ā
For a time I wandered, seeking answers. How could I honor both the father of my blood and the father of my heart? How could I bringĀ together my two Kings?
And then the ancestors showed me the way.
I am the union of my brotherās strength and my fatherās heart. I give tribute to them with every breath I take.
I am Honor. I am Namuus.