•| Oakley |•
12/11/20 Raffle Lioness clone
Only 2 clones exist
Clone Tracker <33
Decorations are a wip…
Bio is currently a wip…
Please note that his back story is very dark and has nothing to do with any specific player on this server. It’s solely meant for character development.
His Story
Everyone thinks February is full of laughter and love but, they don’t think about the much, much darker side. Do you know what happens to cubs when a new male comes? Spoiler, it’s not full of love…
It was a chilly morning, the frost kissed the top of the ground. The shimmering it created under the waking sun was a sight to behold. Oakley opened his only weeks old eyes, he was a happy cub, playfully waking up his siblings. He was smaller than most, not quite the runt but by no means the biggest.
As the day drew on, competitors would enter the territory. It was February after all, every male was full of testosterone, seeking out the prides with lots of lionesses and this one just so happened to house over a hundred. The breath taking views and the gaggle amount of lionesses made this territory a hot spot every year, however, Oakley’s father was a huge stud. There wasn’t much he lacked, big and handsome, he wasn’t the smartest but he wasn’t dull either.
There was one male that entered the territory. It felt as though even time froze in fear of this lion. Every step he took was precise, he dripped with confidence like no other. He scanned the lionesses before Oakley’s father took a step forward, accepting that he was to be challenged. The lionesses paid no mind to any of his moves, their sights were frozen on the new challenger who continued his path towards the King, his gaze never faltering.
The challenger towered over the King. His dark coat stealing even the suns rays. Everything about this lion oozed trouble. The King knew he stood no chance, he loved his pride too much to disrespect them by running, his time had come. The fight wasn’t long, he did his best, wounded the big tyrant but, his efforts didn’t even amount to a broken bone before he drew his last breath.
The new King licked a few wounds over the dead male before kicking sand over his lifeless body. He turned his attention towards the lionesses and their cubs, they knew what was next but, full of fear they remained still.
He did as every new king does to cubs that aren’t theirs, he disposed of them. He needed the lionesses to go back into heat, ending the past king’s reign and beginning his own. No one dared to opposed him.
It wasn’t long before he made it to Oakley’s litter, showing the same empathy he showed the king, none. Before he struck Oakley, his mother choked out a weak “wait”. The king hesitated, still holding his paw in the air, one paw bean the size of Oakley, as he waited for her to continue. She desperately tried to reason with him, mentioning his coat and how he was by far the most profitable lion in the pride. She wasn’t wrong, although her reasons were purely selfish, she was right. The new king turned and stared deeply into her eyes as she grew frigid. She wanted to run but knew there was no escape before he turned his attention to more cubs, continuing his slaughter, only sparing Oakley.
The new king wasted no time in selling him. By dusk the only lions that remained were him and the ladies.
The hardships Oakley faced growing up he wouldn’t even wish apon his worst enemy. He was raised to be a stud and that was all, he had no freedom. His meals were scarce, the last thing they wanted was for him to get strong. All that mattered was his coat and the gold it brought in. They would have skinned him if selling his cubs and studding him out weren’t more profitable.
Oakley’s popularity grew and once the other lions began to see the treatment he was shown, as well as the many other lions forced into the same sentences, a civil war began to brew. Talk about burning that place to the ground with the greedy lions in it began to spread until finally, one faithful afternoon, many lions banded together and took action. They released the prisoners before engulfing that place in flames with all the greedy lions inside, any of the greedy ones that tried to escape were met with the same untimely fate that Oakley’s father had.
Oakley took no part in the slaughter, he was far too malnourished to even walk straight for more than 20 minutes. He was brought to a sanctuary where he gathered his strength before leaving and starting his own pride.
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