🍋 Lemon King 👑

The Tyrant's Son

Level 01: (633) 633 - 161/104/141/098/129
Level 01: (696) 709 - 201/113/141/125/129 adult
Level 05: (724) 741 - 212/115/150/127/137
Level 10: (804) 834 - 242/128/174/137/153
Level 15: (???) ??? - Missed
Minimum Projected: 1114

1029 @ 53 RO 10/21/2021, became the highest stat Tombac and Warm Light III in the land.

Train in Strength & Wisdom, Supplement Speed

Refunded Breedings to WereDragonsWifie/Breeder

Lykaon Swiftflame sired a son with a wolf who lived in another region. Little is known about this courtesan, but that she whelped a little yellow wolf who seemed like Swiftflame. When the pup was old enough, he was sent with a scout to live with his father. Swiftflame could see himself in this young wolf and accepted him into the inner sanctums of Red Ridge, but as he grew, it seemed he was unable to keep up with the demands of having "the blood of the lava" coursing through his veins.

The little yellow wolf ran away from Red Ridge and settled in a neighboring valley, unable to live up to the expectations and killing and death that accompanied Swiftflame's reign. Instead, the little yellow wolf grew up surrounded by strange trees that grew fruit that looked a lot like him, so it was there he frolicked.

Wolves that passed through the valley claimed to see a sprite among the grove. They called him Lemon King, after the fruits he seemed to protect. Whenever wolves came face-to-face with the Lemon King, it seemed the strange yellow wolf did not—could not?—speak.

Perhaps it was best, since it seemed this wolf preferred to live as a part of a pucker of lemons rather than with a pack of wolves.

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Life saw the little yellow wolf frolicking amongst her grove—truly all living things belonged to her—and she would smile quietly to herself when he found joy in her creations. One day, when the little yellow wolf was not quite an adult and not quite a pup, he seemed lonely. The yellow fruits that had fallen from the tree stopped seeming like friends and the little yellow wolf nosed them along, hoping that maybe they would come alive.

He huffed and laid down to nap, cuddling amongst a pile of lemons he had gathered and remembered the warmth of his mother's side. Life both pitied and loved this little yellow wolf and made the lemons come to life.

The fresh lemons became the yellowest of wolves and the old lemons became wolves with streaked pelts. All of these lemon wolves were silent like the little yellow wolf and frolicked amongst themselves.

When the little yellow wolf awoke, he was nuzzled against a soft, furry body where his lemon pile had been. A wolf looked at him invitingly and he smiled widely and knew his sadness had been banished by the spirits of the world. He played amongst those lemon wolves who swore fealty to him, and whenever strangers came to his grove, those same lemon wolves turned to lemon piles until the strangers left or averted their gaze. If those strangers came to close to any one lemon pile, the little yellow wolf would place himself between them, snarling until the stranger left or promised not to touch those fruits.

These lemon sprites only appeared to the little yellow wolf, and he certainly did not mind it, for he felt at home.

All the while, Life watched the little yellow wolf regain his youthful happiness, no longer feeling quite so alone. She loved him and hoped that he might love her back with the same fervor she spent making his friends.

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One day, as the little yellow wolf, no longer little but a young adult, patrolled his territory in the finery the lemon wolves gave him, he noticed a strange wolf standing in his field. He huffed to announce his presence. He held his head high, sunlight glittering off his cape.

The wolf smiled at him and bowed. "Hello little yellow wolf," she said in a voice that seemed to overwhelm him with sweetness—a thing often lacking here in Lemon Valley.

He stopped in his tracks and ran away to the grove.

The stranger was left in his dust, smiling to herself.