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STORY: ⬇️
Requiem came into the world screaming, a strong and powerful cub. His father smiled proudly and declared,
“A SON!”
As he grew, Requiem began to defy his father. He knew, or rather believed, that he was stronger than the old man and he knew he was prettier. Requiem would speak ill of his father behind his back, snicker as the man walked by. At 6 months old he would walk by his father with his head held high and strut by, clearly mocking the prides leader.
This infuriated his father, who, when Requiem was 10 months old, sent him to exile. Officially disowning his son.
After a rather long day of gloating and eating to his hearts content, harassing young lionesses and generally being a nuisance, Requiem found his mother crying.
“What’s wrong, mother?”
“You’ve been disowned, my son.”
Requiem was shocked, but thankful.
“Thank god”
Requiem began to walk towards his fathers den, to say his “fuck you”s and “I will be better than you” but suddenly was stopped by his fathers sub males.
“Time to go, Requiem”
The big primal said, a paw blocking Requiems path. In anger, Requiem lashed out and bit the much larger male. In a moment, Requiem was outside his prides cave and told to leave the lands, as he has been exiled. Requiem wanted to fight, but the primal was there to escort him to the edge of his prides lands.
“Be gone, never show your face here or in these lands again. I don’t want to have to kill you.”
With a huff, Requiem began to walk.
6 days passed as Requiem wandered the Savannah, looking for a pride to conquer. Suddenly, he passed an old king winged by his sub males. The king was…very old. Downright decrepit but still ruling. No one had challenged him. Requiem smiled and trotted to the older lion.
“I challenge you to a battle, old man”.
The man’s sub males tried to object, to say he was too old to be dueling. But the lion agreed.
“Okay, I am Tacitus.”
“You don’t need to know my name.”
And with that, a vicious fight began. Despite Tacitus’ age he was agile and strong. He knew many tricks and techniques thanks to many years on the throne that Requiem didn’t know. But Tacitus couldn’t keep up with Requiems pure strength. Even though he was only 10 months, he was bigger, more muscular, and stronger than Tacitus.
As their fight came to a close, Requiem held Tacitus down by his neck,
“Any last words Old king”
“I only wi-“
Tacitus was cut off by Requiem ripping his throat out. In a moment, a 16 year long reign of a kind and compassionate king was ended. Overthrown by a future tyrant.
Requiem smiled,
“These are my lands now, and you will obey me lest you be exiled or killed!”.
The lionesses heads hung low as they mourned, the sub males had horrified looks on their faces.
Everyone knew that this changed everything. Their pride would never be the same.
As Requiem took his seat on the throne, he declared,
“I am Nite Moves, leader of this pride, killer of hyenas and insubordinates.”
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