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Ragnar’s Sus: [1001/1000]

There was only one word to call the slimy, slick path that laid before the expedition team and that was the word, disgusting. Slimy substance was green and smelled of foul odors. One of the lions who assisted the healer had determined what goopy green was and thank Woden it was not a form of purulent’s. But it only got a lot stranger for the team as they traveled along. It seemed as neon colored fungal popped up in its wake from the slime, creatures who ate or even whiffed the mushrooms was cultivated into new extra-limbed, multicolored beings, especially the rabbits...

Now Ragnar had never truly sought out to explore what type of flora and fauna was in the lands around him as it wasn’t his place too nor did he truly care unless it was creatures of the seas. Yet this small purple thing with four eyeballs that unblinkingly stared back at him. It was looking at him weird and well that just bothered him even more. As the king was about to shred the rabbit to make rabbit foot keychains for his pride members for good luck on this voyage. Some of his teammates started to whisper at his acts. “Ragnar would normally never do this? Why is he trying to kill that rabbit. He loves rabbits and has gifted them as little play things to his cubs when they were little.”

Ubbe glanced at Ivar and Ivar gave him the same stare, despite the two being evil knuckleheads they knew when something was very wrong. As Ivar paced around the king in circles, he noticed his eyes were black little slits instead of icy blue pupils who would dilate with every emotion the king had. Ivar stopped and looked around for the true king before scampering off to the others. “Listen guys I know I’m a terrible lion who would love one day to fight Ragnar but that’s not our king, what had happened to him and who is the imposter who has replaced him.” Ivar said with eyes narrowing while Ubbe hyped him up with valid agreements.

Meanwhile...

King Ragnar was the last one in the expedition pack and well the last is always the first to go especially when they have some sort of name to their face. As he had looked around that very fateful moment a mutant lion with the face of a lizard coiled it’s tongue around the entirety of the king. Now luckily he had armor on to stop him from getting the mutant poison into his skin but that did very little to actually protect him from his future problems. As the king writhed about roaring it seemed his group had all ready moved onto the next steps of following the shadow leaving the king to fights his demons alone.

But the next onslaught took the king off guard, Ragnar was down for the count and the beast was over him sniffing curiously while touching various portions of the king before he soon camouflaged himself. As he charged onward and to the water to see his reflection now the lizard mutant was no longer his mutant self but the handsome warrior king of the Bokmals. It was perfect but there was only one flaw, he had no clue what to do with the passed out king... Until he spotted some fallen limbs, the beastie opened its jaw up abnormally wide before unfurling out it’s tongue to take hold of the limbs before swiftly dragging them over on top of the kings cold breathless body.

And then he was off without a trace in the world that he was ever there. Surely, King Ragnar would be fine as he was a fighter and the gods were not ones to disappoint unless they envisioned too. When the lizard swiftly caught up to the others, he didn’t realize he was miles behind. But now it was time to blend in... With his new unlizardfied tail he accidentally slapped another monstrosity left in wake of the shadow into a oblivion. But luckily no one noticed and well Ragnar 2.0 decided to remain mute instead of letting out odd hisses or weird chattering chirps like he normally did at nightfall.

It wasn’t till that blasted rabbit enraged Ragnar 2.0  that he had tarnished his cover. As he flicked his ears listening to the whispers among the other lions, he simply hissed as Ivar inspected him before withdrawing.

It was odd how they had come full circle with two different sides to the story. The true king was now officially back with expedition group but truly weak from lack of air and a simple bout of venom treatments should repair him in no time. But what on earth were they to do with Ragnar 2.0... He simply stayed put while he was encircled and many of the lions had no clue of what they were about to be dealing with. Thankfully the lizard didn’t learn much of the customs the bokmals had and only that the king had once gifted his now grown cubs rabbits to play for the annual celebration of their births.

If it wasn’t for a small lioness to notice the oddity and start a gossip train to alert the others at the head of the group to slow them down and have them watch the king viciously kill the purple rabbit in front of him. Then the imposter would have known much more about the Bokmals of Valhalla, especially with who to target off in the group and as well as the hoarded of jewelry protected by many of the local families in the pride. As the lions launched objects at the beastie they quickly halted to watch it shift back intro it’s true horrifying form. Now that was one distraction that they all gaped at but it was all too late since they were shaking in their own paws. The mutant lizard was free to flee back to its underworld home.