Cosimo's Den

Solmara’s Orgins:

The mountain stood eternal. Ice and rock carved its shape, storms and silence crowned its peaks. This was Solmara, the kingdom of the sky-pride, where lions walked the snow like phantoms and the wind whispered the secrets of rulers past.

At its heart, beneath the shadow of the towering cliffs, a new king had risen into power.

He had inherited the throne from an elder, a lion whose reign had been marked by patience and wisdom, a ruler who believed in balance rather than conquest. Solmara has reigned for merely two generations. The sanctuary was founded by a lion who bore the name Sarabrus. He was known to hold himself with humble pride, and for it, he has been remembered fondly.

His legacy was short but unforgettable, leaving the next ruler to fill the standards that he had left.

But their heir to the crown did not feel the pressure of Sarabrus’s loss, for he planned to carve himself and this pride an entirely new way of life when he began his reign.

And though the young king had his own ambitions, his nature echoed that of his predecessor. He led with quiet strength, watching the land with sharp eyes, ensuring his pride thrived among the frozen heights.

Yet when he stepped into his place upon the sacred peak, something changed.

The sky trembled, the wind shifted, and in its current, the faint aura of wings unfurled behind him—a phenomenon not seen until a king was crowned. It was no illusion, no mere trick of light, but a gift, an unseen force that followed every ruler who had ever stood upon Solmara’s heights.

It was said the wings marked those chosen by the mountain, signifying their tie to the sky itself. And while no king bore them in flesh, the presence of their ghostly form signified the weight of leadership—the burden of guardianship over the pride, the land, the future.

But the lionesses, the ones born with wings—not mere auras, but true extensions of their spirit—held a different role entirely.

They were the Skybearers, the ones entrusted with knowledge deeper than any seen in the valley lions below. Their wings, delicate yet strong, were not just an accident of birth but a legacy tied to the mountain itself.

It was they who carried the history of Solmara’s rulers, who whispered the stories of kings long past to those willing to listen. It was they who knew when the winds shifted before any storm came, who could sense the balance between abundance and scarcity, guiding the pride’s movements like the stars above guided travelers.

They did not rule.

They remembered.

And on the day of a new king’s coronation, they stood upon the ledges above, their wings spread in silent tribute—not to his power, but to his responsibility.

The Skybearers knew their duty was not one of battle but of guardianship in another form.

They had watched the new king grow, had seen his heart, and now, as he stood beneath the weight of the sky, they tilted her head toward the wind and listened.

The mountain whispered its approval.

And so the reign of the winged king began.

There are 5 Possible Roles Granted to a Lion of Solmara:

SkyBearer

CliffKeeper

WindRover

StormCaller

StarWatcher