• Ry •'s Den

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(Quick warning: My lore contains a whole lot of written unaliving, violence, and other things some people might be sensitive to!)

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The Verdenosus pride had always lived busily, spending their days in little comfort.

The king of the pride, Ravilaris, a stoic primal, ruled with his beloved mate, Dariala. The two were well-respected, but not for their kindness. The pair ruled through fear and harshness.

One day, the queen of the pride delivered a tragic litter, where none of her cubs had survived.

Except for one.

A small and feeble primal sent the monarchs into a panic.
They had born a daughter ... a daughter which the pride deemed to be cursed. As she was a female primal; something which they believed to be unnatural.

Alleged 'curses' aside, they couldn't lose their final cub.

They called for Batorola; the pride's healer and shaman to do all she could to save her. She reassured them she would be fine, all she needed was time.

And she was right.

When the cub recovered from her weak state she was given a name, Ry. Other than her smaller stature, he was growing into a rather impressive little primal.

Ry was pampered and favoured by her parents and majority of her pride, pitied for being 'cursed' and part of the disasterous litter. This treatment turning her into an entitled, demanding lion, seeing to it that everything went as she wanted.

As Ry grew, so did her lack of respect. Batorola set herself on trying to correct her behaviour, acting almost as an aunt.
This treatment worked, having Ry turn into a well-mannered, respectful lady.
The king however reacted harshly to this, how dare one of his subjects call his daughter improper?

One night Batorola travelled to an outer part of the territory to ponder under the cover of starlight.
She came to a small pond where she used to come to relax. The area was blanketed by a sheet of mist which she found comforting.

As she sat and thought, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Soon, a shadow crept from behind her,
and leapt.

Batorola fought with all her might, she was far from weak and helpless despite her unconfrontational nature.
Though whatever had attacked her was much larger than her, overpowering her with ease. She swiped her claws around desperately, though ultimately lost.

Under the gleam of moonlight she could see her attacker, Ravilaris.
He towered over her, taking a swift bite at her throat.

The brute kept a firm grasp for a while before letting go,

Batorola was dead.

Ravilaris coldly walked off, leaving the lioness's bloodied body on the shore of the pond, her paws, stomach, and throat dyed crimson from spilled blood.

A year or so later a harsh drought hit the territory.
The drought lasted a rough few months, though it finally ended.

Ravilaris was left weak and malnourished as all rations went to his pride, while Dariala focused on sending out hunting parties to reverse the damage.

Eventually, the drought, although over for quite some time, had taken its toll.

The king had fallen ill and did not have the strength to overcome the illness, passing away. This left Dariala and the pride devastated, the queen soon following him to the grave.

The loss of the monarchs allowed Ry to rise to power as queen, seeing as there were no sub-males at the time. She expected to only be at the top of the ranks temporarily, after all, shouldn't a pride have a king?

She turned the Verdenosus pride around in her rule, shaping it from the fear-driven pride it used to be into a more relaxed, well-treated one.

The pride now lives in peace, eternally thankful to Ry who still leads to this day.

HOWEVER!! (so shocking, a TWIST? That's not unoriginal at all! /sar)

Batorola roams the pond at which she was killed as a spirit, trapped in her final resting spot.
She is unaware of Ravilaris' passing and the pride's turnaround, still set on leading travellers away from what she thinks is an impending demise.

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About me! :]

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🌲Friends call me Raptor/Faptoe!🌲
• I use She/They!
• My toyhouse!
• Obsessed with paleontology
• My time is either 1 hour behind or exactly the lioden time!
• I love collecting more 'natural' toned lions
• Muddy Live Rat & Rock Dove hoarder 👁👁
• proud mother of 4 (3 rats and 1 cat!)
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Information about the pride!

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The Verdenosus Pride

This pride resides in a small, secluded outcropping deep in a forest clearing, the towering trees around and blanketing leaves cast a deep yet comforting shadow on the majority of the pride's living spaces.

There are large slabs of stone and the remains of past great trees resting gently atop one another to form stacked cave-like structures scattered around serving as every lion's resting quarters.

The fashion choices of the pride are very organic, consisting of flowers, vines, leaves, and some scavenged bones. The lions of Verdenosus often craft flowery ornaments for guests or travelers as a way of showing respect and welcome.


The Monarch

The Verdenosus monarch, Ry, is a kind and well-mannered queen.

Ry in person is very calm, speaking in a low, warm voice. In conversations she can often be caught cracking quick jokes.

Ry enjoys adorning herself with the fossilized remains of fallen beasts resulting in her jewelry being much darker in colouration than the jewelry of her subjects. Her followers have grown accustomed to this and some simply believe the darker the bones, the higher the rank.


The Inhabitants

All of the lions living in Verdenosus bear a mark on their left shoulder, proudly displaying their loyalty to their pride. This mark is typically the swipe of the monarch's second in command, however sometimes she herself will rake his claws through a lion's shoulder. Members with this scratch are typically high-ranks, earned through long-time devotion and impressive deeds.

Names are traditionally random letters and sounds mixed up until they sound just right, while it may seem odd to others, the lions in this pride deem it as something to be proud of; mothers personally crafting a name rather than an
existing title simply being passed to their cubs.

Many members show a calm yet cold demeanor, the lions of Verdenosus believe this makes them appear professional, respectful, and most importantly: imposing to potential threats.


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