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With its message "Clearly" relayed the creature seems quite resolute in its mission. Wandering off aimlessly it starts lifting up random rocks.. occasionally popping one into its mouth with satisfied crunches. Evidently it was snacking while it seemed to be looking for something. Seeming to understand that the lions it was with didn't really understand its meaning it turns to them "Find Uuk'oks" It explained itself. Sidling over it began to make coughing noises, as if it had a hairball caught in its throat...before spitting out a glowing green orb of some nature. One side of it was glowing red. It batted the little ball around with its paw and the red section moved fluidly with the orb to remain pointing in one place. As if magically (or perhaps scientifically) showing the way to...whatever it was the creature was trying to show off. "Uuk'oks Danger. Un-Nice. Want bad." it said. Momentarily, it seemed a bit sad, as if something was drawing its mind away. "The great Eater. Ate home. Home gone. Find Uuk'oks. Punish" it said with a strange noise that might have been an indication of anger, but sounded more like a slide whistle.

It lets out a little hiccup before sitting, satisfied...For about half a moment before it seemed to start as it realized something "Oh. Hide friend. Take." it looked at itself. Seemingly realizing it may have been a bit forward about taking their pride member's appearance. "How?" it looked to its lion of choice, its eyes sparkling as it queried. How should it make its appearance! Naturally- it would just take the appearance of someone else, but here it would be rude, right? They didn't seem to like that. Its pelt flashed different colors as it wiggled its back, ready to stop the little 'color roulette' wherever your lions said the word.

Ubbe just stared with his jaw dropped at the creature first it was eating, no more like choking on the rocks now it was playing a crazy game of who can make Ubbe and Ivar vomit first. Ivar simply rolled his eyes at Ubbe, he was surrounded by idiots and a supposed imposter that could become any creature it willed but it decided to mimick a stupid chicken Hvertsirk had always sailed with. But soon Ivar was slowly getting sick and tired of this and especially the bright lights emitting off the lion. “Enough.Enough with the damned colors!!!” He roared at the lion watching it cower down and stop its pelt with gradients of purple with swirls of black to match its head, as well as red paws to match its bright eyes. Ubbe simply shook his head,“I have never seen a purple lion before now that was cool.” Yet it seemed Ivar as usual did not feel the mural feelings for the weird creature in front of them with broken lion tongue that wanted to find some weird lion or lioness in front of them. As Ivar glared at Ubbe, “I refuse to call you uk’joks or whatever the hell your alien name is. If you want our help then you will take up a name in our tongue.” Ivar snarled.

The imposter blinked fragilely as what seemed a small tear leaked from the corner of its left eye,“ Yes. Friend. Me... Me. Need. Name.” The newly formed lioness said with its broken lion speak finally revealing its gender to the mortals around her. Ubbe mulled it over while gazing over her features especially the four eyes. “I heard the Seer was soon going to kick the bone, and she does look like she would see into the future. How Skarde. It suits her.” Ivar scoffed but soon agreed as he could’ve cared less they had more important things to be doing then naming the creature but he also was the one who forced her to take a name. “Me. Like. Skarde.” She responded.

Ivar’s teeth just gritted at her broken response,“Ubbe you will be in charge of her as she leads the way for her little friend. Know that we know that she can take form of anyone especially the king and her friend can more than likely do the same we better do something as they are now threats. I would say regroup with the expedition but lord knows if they are all imposters by now themselves. It was worth leaving but at the same time I’m even more annoyed being stuck with the two dumbest creatures ever on this planet. He hissed.

Ubbe simply sighed and shook his head before looking at his new muse,“C’mon Skarde, I’m the patient one who doesn’t have thorns in his nonexistent mane.” He said with a grin making Ivar flex his claws due to his self-conscious nature. Most of the males, mainly all of males in the bokmals had manes except for poor little Ivar. Skarde tilted her head and blinked before scampering over to her new teacher.“N- N- Nno N- N- Nnon.” Skarde tried to speak as her eyes watered up in humiliation she wanted to learn the new foreign word Ubbe had called Ivar to enrage him but she just couldn’t form the right the sounds to make anything out. But at least Ubbe caught on to what she wanted to say,“Even Skarde says it’s nonexistent, isn’t that right.” He teased with a smirk while gently bumping her shoulders to cheer her up.

Skarde violently nodded her head before pricking her ears in fear as she was bumped by the bigger male,“Warning. Uuk'oks. Danger. Bad. Uuk'oks. Bad.” She started babbling again like a lion who was stuck in a gladiator arena and had gone insane in the very end. Ivar just stared at the lioness and again rolled his eyes. If he kept that up they would more then likely get permanently lodged into his brain.“I thought I told you to take care of her!” He hissed at his partner in crime. Ubbe panicked,“I don’t know what’s wrong with her! She just started saying it again!.” Ubbe stated back as their conversation slowly died out to harsh snarls.