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Laone had never been outside Storm Valley since he was born not so very long ago. It was for this reason that when Mrost offered the opportunity to come with him while he sought out a few lions he had to talk with, the white godling had been nervous. He was even more nervous now that his father had left him here and gone off to find whoever it was he'd come here to see. No longer able to curl up in the security of his dad's back and spikes, Laone felt very very exposed.

This place didn't feel totally right. It was as if he could hear the little voices of lots and lots of cubs. Cubs who no longer had a dad. The thought of it stung his mind like a needle, made him fidgety and filled his mind with the idea that his father might not come back either.

He let out a whimper, curling his tail protectively around himself, his little stumpy wings doing their best to conceal him from veiw.

Laone was not the most obvious lion to be related to War.

Laone stared at the green-striped lioness as if she was an alien, he'd never met another lion the same age as him other than his siblings and both of them were totally different. They had feathery wings too where he had...we'll he wasn't sure what was odd about his wings, but they weren't the same as his mother's or his father's. But this little girl had none! Only realising that his frightened stare wasn't exactly acheiving anything after an awkward silence, he finally replied.

"Um...um...hello." a tenative smile played on his features. It was hard for him to stay glum and scared when there was someone else around, the only thing he feared was being on his own, since he wasn't, he could relax a bit.

"Wha...I mean..Who are you?"

"Me? I'm Laone." He said with that tenative smile again. His father had told him many times that mortals were to be used and manipulated, thrown away when you were done, that he was better than they were, would control them, would dominate.

But he didn't want to. He just wanted to talk and play like a normal cub, he couldn't see the difference between him and this female and figured that maybe, just this once, his dad was wrong.

He swished his smoky-faded tail and got to his paws eagerly, the gold earrings in his ears jangling as he did so. "I'd love to!" he said with a grin "Though..only if it's not play-fighting. Play-fighting isn't much fun"