[PRP] A Deal's a Deal

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The dark male was usually found somewhere near Parisa, if only so that he could press his...case, as it were. While he'd been somewhat furious to find out that she was pregnant with and then mother to Shangyue's last children, the lion had instead bided his time. He'd always come by after a Hunt with the tastiest tidbits to offer Parisa, and more besides to feed the bottomless pits known as cubs' stomachs.

He might've offered to help out more with the kids themselves, but Liuhe seemed to distrust his older, half-brother for some unknown reason, and Dwyllodrus hadn't wanted to get on the bad side of someone the Queen held in high regard.

But now that they were older and out of the way...the field was finally clear.

And, as luck would have it, she was coming towards him now.

Silently, he glanced up at the lioness and smirked. He'd see what she wanted first.  

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"And to you, my Lady," the lion replied, smirk still hovering about his lips. He wasn't so stupid as to call her Majesty the way he'd like to, reminding her of her former position. It would be fun, but it would also break the very thin ice he walked upon within the Mwezi'Johari, and Dwyllodrus wouldn't allow himself to be removed from the pride.

At least, not yet. The dark male thought he might one day choose to leave, but that day was some time off as of yet.

The other reason for his chosen form of address was the possessive it permitted him to use. For he did have a longstanding goal of years and maybe, just maybe, it would finally come to fruition.  

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Golden eyes widened slightly with pleasure. Parisa had been reluctant to encourage him, but still had been proven honest and even honorable with time, something he honestly was surprised by. Firaga and Shangyue were far from the...most desirable...role models. Still, he understood that some things would be deemed unacceptable and he would only depart the pride on his own terms.

"Now...what terms might those be?" Dwyllodrus asked lightly, though his eyes remained deadly serious. He had killed for the right to be here, and he wasn't about to let his opportunity go.  

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The smile returned to his face as Dwyllodrus considered the situation. There was no doubt that Parisa would be his, for at least some time. But cubs? That hadn't actually crossed his mind. However, now that she was clearly offering...

"But of course, I intend it," the dark male oozed. "What is more lasting and permanent that a joining of bloodlines?"

No one could deny his claim upon the lioness at that point, nor could she ever hope to forget it.  

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"You wound me," Dwyllodrus replied, though his expression and tone didn't actually change. "Have I not been a model pride member since we made our bargain?"

Admittedly, the lion had done little about his...sinister air...but that was because he didn't care to mingle all his time with the foolish masses. No one could say he hadn't done his job, pulled his weight, or otherwise done all that any pride could ask.

But no one could really say they liked him. Not that Dwyllodrus cared about such a little thing.  

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"Clear as the raindrops that fall from the sky," Dwyllodrus replied, taking two slow, deliberate steps closer towards the lioness. Now his eyes showed his hunger, the desire he'd held close for years and would now be fulfilled.

Or at least begun. The male liked the idea of having cubs to raise as he pleased. Oh sure, Parisa had become gradually more invested in her children as time went on, but she was only one lioness, and couldn't possibly deny them the presence and teachings of their father.

Yes, he had plans to make for these future cubs. But for now...there were more important things on his mind.