Abyss Felies D7 // [FIN]

                       Every pack of felines has their king lion, who had been easily found by the crown on his head. Since birth, the king of their pack had been decided, as he was the first born and raised to be utterly regal and with the utmost etiquette. The king was planned to appear as formal as humanly possible, fitted from head to toe with class and confidence. Abyss had been fitted as well, for both roles. His "crown" hadn't been delivered, but he had most definitely marked as king.
                       He had been marked by the scar of a king since birth, and a part of being the King was to appear elegant and regal where ever and when ever. Even on his own he was to dress elegantly, despite nobody actively watching. He was supposed to exaggerate pride not by talking, but by the way he looked. Slouching was forbidden as royalty never does either, so neither should Abyss.

                       Taught by his father, the family pride had been held high for expectation. He was to act as a king had and thing as a king should, yet that meant his siblings should too. They had been born under the same family name, so their actions should reflect as Abyss's own had. A clan believed to be made of etiquette was to preform as such claims, unlike those coated in mud, his family should appear as much as royalty as himself and his father had.
                       Royalty. It meant more than just mere appearance. A true king was a king at heart, determined to keep all hell under control while keeping every touch of furniture and decorating in place. That remained Abyss's one task, however; to keep all of his siblings and their messes under control as he remained near emotionless, as a king couldn't dare to revel their anger. He attempted, of course, to keep all of his family under check as he held himself quiet but still in control.
                       Holding yourself in check had been true for a king's tasks, but there was more to it. A king must appear more confident and prideful than a lion, even when they remained a simple house cat. Abyss's pride had been less than an act, however; it surrounded him as it should for a king in his eyes. Even as he remained to actually be the prince, his father's status deemed more suited for himself than his predecessor.

                       The king lion is usually marked to be king by birth, born first by the leading of the pack. A precedent that matched Abyss as the majority of them had. Ever since Rouss and Sasoke Felies were determined to remain pure and perfect, Abyss's arrival and fate had been created. Born and determined to lead the Felies name and traditions down the tracks of elegance and etiquette.
                       The king lions either leave their heir or teach them to act as they had believed to be perfect. Rouss held the crown and responsibilities, determined to curve Abyss to match his very own thoughts and acts. Strictly following his beliefs on actions, to be confident and to keep everybody below him in the ladder in check, and even when no eyes are around you must appear as regal as if you were around public attention. Beliefs that subdued all attraction to water to most of a pack of 14
                       His own intentions were focused less on the plans future held on him and more on keeping the Felies name pure, as the king should. Pushing the younger of their pack to conform to class instead of their own endeavors. They had been labeled under the Felies name as well as Abyss had, so their actions were to match his own. Besides, his father's strict attitude shaped him to be a more than acceptable king, so his mirrored attitude could attempt to drill into Siber or Angella's mind.