[ Clean G2 - Primal (Felis) ]
// (they/them) //
- Born ;; 2.1.25
[Pre-Kinging Heritage]
- Kinged ;; 3.7.25 [Stats: 283]
- Drank from Primordial Spring (Fall Behind) [5 yrs, 5m -> 3 yrs, 5m];; 4.13.25
"Rumor has it that if a truly brave lion drinks from this spring, depending on their will - their body will forget few years passed, or gain some true wisdom... Your lion takes a sip and under their skin muscles shift and shiver, like they got young and perky again! They try to sip more but looks like it was just a brief feeling... or was it?"
"Haunted Polaroid plops next to you and tells how they're proud to work under your leadership and be your child. You ask if they ever want to be pride royalty, knowing their future as your heir, but they nuzzle you and say no - they'd be a poor replacement for you! You can't help the bittersweet smile that comes to your aging face." (-Las Vegas)
- Seduction Mane Applicator Used ;; 2.1.25
- Taste of Peach Marking Applicator Used ;; 2.16.25
"Your lion gets all peachy from this cute color!"
- Peacock Eye Applicator Used [Olive -> Peacock] ;; 2.20.25
- The Bodygard Applicator Used [Slot 5] ;; 2.21.25
- Protector Scars Earned ;; 3.7.25
Haunted Polaroid was always meant for ascension. Las Vegas could feel it from the moment that the felis was born and they had just... looked like a normal lion with fangs despite the falcon's insistence that they ARE mutated. He genuinely loved their spunk, and they felt... distantly familiar somehow. They spent a lot of time speaking to the stars, and lions that weren't really there. Splendora had been concerned at first, but then she heard the name "Grimalkin" slip from the lion's mouth. The Founder's name. Polaroid had been talking to the founder, only
ascended pride royalty could do that... Las Vegas was informed immediately; the smilus told Salem to get them from the Pumpkin Patch. They were scared that they were going to be taken from their home, but instead they were offered to train with Las Vegas and patrol with Christmas Cupcake. Of course, they were thrilled and slept in the Founder's Quarters with their dad that night.
Their training went smoothly, and they had no idea that they were meant to take over for their dad, who they loved a lot. They spent lots of time with Princess Hecate, who had one day let it slip to her younger half-sibling/friend that Las Vegas was getting on in age and she was trying not to be sad about her father's future passing. Haunted Polaroid had never thought about it before... They find Las Vegas in his quarters, just barely back from exploring the surrounding territory. Polaroid demanded answers, and Las Vegas had to explain everything. They had a very special connection to The Founder, Grimalkin, and it meant that there must be a reason. They had to be the heir. Obviously, Haunted Polaroid feels betrayed and like Las Vegas had never even loved them. He assures them that it's not true, but they don't listen. They just continue their training with Christmas Cupcake (she's wonderful; one of their best friends) and spend more time with Splendora instead. Secretly, they really miss their dad.
"You heard last night that Haunted Polaroid cleared some fallen branches and brush from a path near the den. Now the lionesses can drag prey back easier! Nice!" (-Las Vegas)
Unfortunately, tragedy struck. Nobody could see it coming and there was nothing that could be done. Genus Species II had gone rogue a long time ago, everyone knew it, and he had only been getting worse as time moved forward. Now, as his retirement came quickly, he was doing more than he ever had before. Polaroid didn't know what was happening; Salem had ordered the whole pride to stop what they were doing and protect the cubs. Hecate was the one to tell them, chewing on her tail at the entrance of the cave. Polaroid ran. Polaroid ran to the neighboring abandoned village against Salem and Splendora's protests, only to see that Las Vegas and the submales losing a fight with Genus Species. Las Vegas was badly wounded. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. They were blinded with sadness and rage as they ran forward, swiping at the Deathlord. Haunted Polaroid was scratched up and nearly killed, but they managed to get to him first. The Deathlord of the Jungle's reign was over, but... so was Las Vegas' it seemed. Las Vegas died in their arms; he never even got to be a grandpaw. Polaroid felt awful, knowing that they should have spent more time with him. The whole Starlight Outcasts pride mourned that night while the frozen village celebrated. Haunted Polaroid stared at their scars in the reflection on the river's surface, and they prepared to ascend to pride royalty.
Haunted Polaroid vowed to protect their pride no matter what. For their father.
They find the idea that they're technically breeding with direct family members but not
really extremely revolting (even if after ascension they're not related anymore). It is avoided at any cost.
