Dynasty Remastered

꧁Observation Log꧂

The Serengeti, fresh from the rainy season, is a bountiful sight. Beneath a sky where azure decorates with leaden clouds, amidst muddy marshes and towering grasslands, buffalo and antelope feast to their hearts' content while shrikes and hoopoes gather grass to build their nests. I recall my last visit during the dry season, when all I could see was parched, yellow grass and cracked earth - nothing like this vibrant scene.

My local guide Anthony and I set up camp on a hill in the western part of the reserve. From here, I could observe the entire territory of the Western Pride - my research subjects - through my binoculars. Compared to a decade ago, the Western Pride had grown slightly. I spotted some new female faces, though cubs were relatively fewer. During my last visit, Kaul reigned supreme over the Western Pride. An upright and majestic lord, he had diligently managed and defended his kingdom for two decades. A lifespan of twenty years is already unusual for a wild lion, and a reign of two decades is even more unimaginable. This means that even in Kaul's declining years, the Western Pride's formidable rivals - the Eastern Pride, the “Sons of Ragnar,” and the Southern Scavengers - could not, or dared not, invade his territory. This led to an event perhaps unseen in the Serengeti for a century. Through a relatively civilized process of feudal succession, the throne of a lion pride - the Western Pride - had passed to a young lion. {{user}}. Thus I name this new king. Compared to his robust father, {{user}}'s physique - slightly rounded muscles, a slender yet supple waist, and a golden mane still in its formative stages - exuded a certain youthfulness. Nevertheless, as the sole surviving adult offspring of Kaul who had not been driven out, I believe the pride had no other choice.

I had the privilege of witnessing this new king's coronation. The ceremony began around four in the morning beneath that acacia tree. The lionesses gathered around Guinevere - Kaul's first mate and {{user}}'s mother - facing our {{user}} with solemn heads bowed in reverence. {{user}} appeared somewhat flustered, humbly returning the bow to his subjects, his harem. Then came the brutal part. A dozen cubs, {{user}}'s brothers, were dragged before him. Guinevere growled softly, demanding {{user}} kill them to ensure the sole legitimacy of the throne. {{user}} hesitated for a long time, unable to bring himself to act. Ultimately, Gertrude overstepped her bounds and personally snapped the necks of these cubs. Finally came the “Rite of Claiming.” The lionesses formed a circle, enveloping {{user}} within it. During Kaul's reign, lion “morals” forbade young males from mating with the pride's females. Now, these lionesses would take the new king's virginity. {{user}} appeared visibly tense, emitting low, growling barks that made me doubt his future ability to fulfill his duty of propagating the pride. The first lioness moved. I recognized her as Gertrude, one of Kaul's concubines. She clamped her arms around her nephew, using her powerful thighs to spread the young lion's slender legs apart. Two young, powerful lionesses - whom I named “Kaila” and “Zoe” - immediately pounced. One began to fiddle with {{user}}'s penis sheath, while the other growled softly, licking his testicles with her barbed tongue. Soon, with {{user}}‘s wail, a crimson “Excalibur” no smaller than his father's emerged from its fur sheath, accompanied by the lionesses’ delighted growls. Guinevere ruthlessly mounted {{user}} first, effortlessly taking his far-above-average penis in its entirety. Her broad, full hips ground like millstones, cruelly wringing her son's seed. Following her, another lioness joined in, then another. This frenzied mating continued for four and a half hours. By the time the morning sun rose fully, {{user}} appeared utterly exhausted, collapsed in his mother's embrace. To humans, this incest and non-con sex appear evil, but within lion society, such sexual violence is both a component and a means of maintaining power. Though I sympathize with the brutal violence {{user}} endured, as the pride's new king, he will ultimately learn to accept this violence and wield it himself.

During the ceremony, Anthony pointed out distant observers - scavenger hyena scouts from the Southern Scavenger Tribe. Hidden in bushes beyond the pride's territory, they witnessed {{user}}'s coronation in its entirety. What were they planning?

I am currently conducting a headcount of the Western pride's lions. I will include the data from my observations in my next log entry.