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Here are all the examples I have for finished comms, just popped here to keep the main post neat and tidy!
Also for tidiness, longer ones will have toggles!
King backstory & pride member tribute for Nat
Mesanychta was born on the outermost reaches of Orion’s Belt. It is arguably the most beautiful place to be born; when he opened his eyes, it was not her mother’s face she saw. It was Saiph, a neighbouring star. When she falls asleep at night it is that otherworldly star that haunts her dreams.
Mother. When most lions hear that word, they usually imagine a kindly (prehaps elderly) lioness, in some drab brown or cream. When Mesanuchta hears that word, she may go quiet for a moment or two: her mother was beyond any earthly adjective. She was made of pure spacedust. Her name cannot even be articulated on mortal tongues. The closest Mesanychta could give you is K̶̰͖̗̋̏̓i̶̒̈́̇͑̀̚. She always loved her mother, and her mother adored her, as she was the embodiment and sole evidence of the only love her mother had ever felt in her endless life.
Father. Most lions cannot even remember their father, if they ever met him; they are usually sent away to another pride at an early age, or are sired by the king of another pride. Mesanychta remembers her father with painful clarity despite losing him at the tender age of one hundred years. He was plain, a dusty blue.
K̶̰͖̗̋̏̓i̶̒̈́̇͑̀̚ went to earth in a shooting star when she was a thousand years old, as tradition dictates. She was at first unimpressed by what she saw. She explored every corner, and felt no particular way about the dreary place.
Until she met Obsidian.
She and Obsidian fell in love as dramatically and as explosively as a meteor hitting Earth; K̶̰͖̗̋̏̓i̶̒̈́̇͑̀̚ was soon expecting his cub.
But others on Earth grew jealous of Obsidian’s beautiful lioness. They came to him with higher and higher offers- they said he could have millions of golden bugs, he could have a fleet of female hybrids, he could have their very manes if he would only give them K̶̰͖̗̋̏̓i̶̒̈́̇͑̀̚. He refused. In the end, the couple grew weary and retired to Orion’s Belt. Obsidian took a while to adjust, but he loved his wife and would do anything- even grow to love living in outer space- for her. Mesanychta was born only days after the move. Her mother was delighted that she was stained with stardust like a pureblood star lioness and his father loved that he was the same dusty-blue as he. They doted on their son, giving him anything him heart desired.
It happened in a heartbeat. One moment, a happily wed pair are admiring their beloved son as he stalks a star cluster. The next, they are no more then black matter and the child is crashing to earth. A ray from the sun had suddenly and randomly oblitarated Obsidian and K̶̰͖̗̋̏̓i̶̒̈́̇͑̀̚. .
Mesanychta had been knocked unconscious by the blast, and awoke on an alien landscape, hungry and thirsty. He knew how to hunt, and stuggled to his feet. A strong, wise child of the stars he did not fret over the absence of his parents; they would join him soon. He soon spotted a small gazelle, and instinct informed him this was alien prey; the gazelle stood in shock as part of the night sky sliced it’s throat. Full, Mesanychta began to search for earthy lions like his father. These lands were busy, and it did not take long. A small, skittish male with crescent-moon marks scattered under white splashes was trying to kill a buffalo. “Greetings, Sir. I am Mesanychta, son of K̶̰͖̗̋̏̓i̶̒̈́̇͑̀̚. And Obsidian. May I be of assistance?”
Lions had all admired and converted K̶̰͖̗̋̏̓i̶̒̈́̇͑̀̚., a true star-lion. When her genes mixed with a regular lion, the result seemed to scare them rather then impress. “HOLYSHITWHATTHEHELLAREYOU?!” the pied lion screamed, running away while still yelling. Mesanychta had just experienced the first of many kings that could not accept his unique looks; from there on out, they either acted friendly and then tried to kill him to prevent him from stealing their lionesses or ran away with profanities spilling from their jaws.
Mesanychta had spent ten years on Earth. He was tired, scared, homesick and painfully lonely. He had no idea how to get back to Orion’s Belt, and no idea how to make this landscape his home. He lay under a low tree, deciding to simply not eat nor drink until he simply slipped away. Then, warmth spread over him and he was filled with comforting rumbles; a maroon lioness had curled up around him and was purring.
It was the first time he had experienced an earthly purr.
“I am sorry that the other lions fear your beauty” the lioness said softly. “I have seen how they treat you. It’s heartbreaking. I’ll be your friend- I’m Solaria. I am a queen; I have my own pride. No kings to hurt or fear you”
“Really?” Mesanychta said hopefully.
“Really” Solaria promised.
After a long nap, Solaria and Mesanychta walked back to Solaria’s territory. Together, they gathered a hearty pride- the empty landscape began to bustle, and the pair only fell more in love with time. Solaria, after two years, bore their first and only cub; it’s coat was stained with stardust just like the coat of Mesancta and K̶̰͖̗̋̏̓i̶̒̈́̇͑̀̚. Before him.
Solaria was besotted with her child. Mesancta was, of course, enchanted; but he could not put aside his fears for the cub. How could he ever thrive on earth? K̶̰͖̗̋̏̓i̶̒̈́̇͑̀̚. Had always prayed to the gods of her interstellar home, and Mesanychta still tried to keep up the habit. The night the cub was born was the first night since falling to earth that he prayed to them and really meant it. “Please, let my family and I return to Orion’s Belt. My cub has no future here” he prayed.
“Come, child” a deep voice replied- and when Mesanychta awoke, he was laying with Solaria and their child in a forgian star constellation. “You have borne the blessed heir of the Milky Way” a large lion said. He looked to be made of pure moondust.
The child grew strong and wise in the stars. Solaria seemed very at home; perhaps she had star blood in her heritage. Mesanychta searched for his parents, but could not find them; he hoped they had fallen to Mars or Saturn and were happy. The moondust lion was named Luna, and he was the son of Moon. He taught the cub all it needed to know, and soon it was the fair and admired king of the Milky Way. Solaria and Mesanychta live in peace under his rule to this day.
pride member tribute
pride is gathered peacefully, sleepy from a long day of hunting among the stars. The smallest of the cubs crawls under the king’s chin and asks in her sweetest voice, “Pa, the older lionesses are always talking about a lioness called Elizabeth. Who was she?”
Mesanychta looks lost for a moment, and then he begins. “Elizabeth was, among so many things, beautiful. Her coat had a look of an arctic lioness, but softer. Some of her coat was hidden by delicate white splashes” he sighed, giving the cub a lick. “But her looks were never her best feature, however fine they may have been. She had the kindest soul, and was always careful to consider every pride member before making a decision- right down to little squirts like you. She was the best female hunter I have ever seen.. And always surrounded by pets. Mice, dogs, warthogs; she felt she had to make up for those she had to kill, I suppose. That’s how thoughtful she was”.
“Did she ever have any cubs?” the infant asked, hoping to hear of a new playmate. The cub of such a great hunter would be great for games.
“Yes, all grown up now. The first was identical to her in every way, right down to the distinctive spot on her lip. The second was blessed with those white splashes, and the last was plain but carried her mother’s good heart with pride.” Mesanychta seems sad after remembering the lost lioness, and he carries the cub back to it’s sleeping mother. He gives it a gentle kiss on the head, and goes back to watching two minor stars in Eta Ceti chase each other.
den intro for Poppyhead
You are exploring a strange part of the lands you have never seen before; the grass is growing softer and softer with every step, and the air has a pink tinge. You feel sleepy, but cannot stop walking.. And then the air begins to take shape. You find yourself before a beautiful lioness- she is wearing a floaty cloak with many gems and charms hanging from it; they are almost hypnotic. “Greetings, sweet lion. You seem to have wandered into my territory” she purrs, coming closer. “I will take you home, back to the dull earth you hold so dear.. As long as you promise to return if any of your females are in heat. My cubs are beyond compare”. Suddenly, two clumsy males land in a heap next to her. The spell is broken. "You idiots!" the lionesses laughs lovingly- "Our guest was just starting to think we are civilised!"
king backstory for Pearson
Galahad was born to a wild lioness. She never settled for more than a few days, and nobody could even speculate about her heritage. All Galahad can remember is her worn, scarred face nuzzling him in the few moments they shared together; she gave him that life-saving first milk, groomed him a little, and fled into the unknown.
A gang of chased lionesses found him in a ditch the next morning. Chased lionesses are very different to their wild counterparts- they have known a life of safety and excess, and usually do not survive nearly as well without a king to baby them. They took Galahad in, and carried him around as they searched for a king. Five or six would leave with kings each day, and ten or fifteen would replace them. Galahad, known to every lioness with a different name ranging from ‘cookie’ to ‘petal’, grew tough and indifferent. His lack of mane, due to malnutrition, let him fall under the radar of kings. Most of the time. Sometimes, they would scent him and realise he was an interloper, and then he would have to battle as they tried to get rid of the potential threat. He soon became a skilled fighter, and was hardly ever scarred.
As he grew, he stopped hiding from kings, and sought them out for battle. It became his hobby, and he named himself Galahad after a mighty knight of old. He spent seven years patrolling the lands and fighting until the chosen opponent left gravely injured or dead. He had many short relationships with wild and chased lionesses.
He was far from happy, but he was occupied. The battlefield made him feel fulfilled, and he adored the thrill. It was a dark and foreboding evening when he met the king that would change the course of his life; he was of medium build, neither sickly nor mighty, and his coat was a rich pinkish red. “I challenge you to a duel” Galahad growled, his heart already racing in anticipation of the battle.
“That is not what I have sought you out for, son” the king said calmly, lowering his head as a peace signal.
“What else would you want from me?” Galahad asked, annoyed at being denied a fight.
“You shall inherit my lands” the king replied firmly.
“I have no need for land! I roam and I battle and I never settle” Galahad replied, equally as firm.
“No longer” the king said simply, turning away. “Follow me”.
Seeing no other option, Galahad did.
The king trained Galahad well, turning him into a skilled and wise king. He was never able to destroy, nor even tame, the fighting spirit in the young male. However, he kept it contained. The king died a quick and painless death in his sleep, and without ceremony Galahad inherited the lands.
For a year or so, he lived without event. He felt like he was dying a prolonged death as day after day, week after week, he was denied the only pleasure of battle. It was a sleepy evening when a large, gravely injured lioness fell at the mouth of his cave. Reassuring his skittish, boring females he hated with unhidden passion he went and saw she was still alive. It was the first time he had seen a lion anything like himself; possessed by an insatiable hunger for battle and splashed with white over her withers, front legs, chest and muzzle. He dragged her into the cave, and healed her with dedication he had only ever dedicated to finding opponents or mates.
She awoke weeks afterwards, crying out for water.
“You are awake!” Galahad said happily, pouring a little water into her mouth, “Who are you?”
“I am your daughter” she said nervously, “I was hoping to meet you, find out about this war king that sired me. When my mother described you.. It was the first time I had ever heard of anybody like me”.
Galahad and his daughter bonded deeply and immediately. He felt his spirit come back to him as he fought her and cared for her. They roamed side-by-side, and despite the fact they always had to return to the irritating lionesses of his pride it felt almost like his youth. He could imagine no greater joy then fatherhood.
After a few years with his daughter, Galahad decided to take her for a special outing- to the legendary battle-pit that was open in May. He told her they were to go and battle a rather large primal king; when they arrived at the pit, she was astonished. But not for the reason he first imagined. A massive, muscular youth was devastating a mutated beast. The youth had hardly any scars despite obviously being a battle king; and he had white splashes over his chest, his withers, his front legs…
“Dear god” his daughter said, looking as if she had seen a ghost. “Thats.. That is my brother. Your son! I thought he died so many years ago…”
Queen backstory & den intro for Phantom
Pandora began her journey in a little-known territory known to it’s residents as Seven Sisters, as the founders of the pride were fallen stars from the cluster of the same name. Despite tumbling from their beloved home, they retained the stains from stardust that left them looking like chunks of the night sky that had come down for a visit. Some, the eldest, had eyes filled with stars from gazing at their beloved clusters for so many years. Pandora’s mother was one of the few pride members not related to one of the founders, or a fallen star herself, so she stood out with her pitch-black coat with it’s casual orange tinges. Among the rarest of lions, she was unique in her plainness. Her name was Cali, and she was a loving if forgetful mother. Pandora’s father was a descendant of a fallen star, and had ghostly white wings that matched his empty white eyes.
The Seven Sisters pride was isolated, meaning the members had no idea how coveted their coats were. They lived in peaceful ignorance. It was a beautiful night, and the sky was so clear that pride members blended in with the stars. Their eyes and noses were the only way to pick them out as they sat framed by their lost home, gazing up with painful longing. Pandora heard a rustle in some nearby bushes and looked over, frightened; her mother nuzzled her and told her it was no more than a stray warthog. It would be the last words the kindly Cali would say to her only child.
Eight massive, determined kings lept from the darkness. Those with the precious star-stained coats were bound and carried away by the robbers; Pandora would never know what became of her mother, whose coat was not at all valuable. She passed out in fear.
When Pandora awoke, she was in a cave with her fellow pride members- well, most of them. The kings were gathered outside, talking to other males who had sacks full of golden bugs. They were talking about “interstellar” coats and “galaxy” eyes. They looked over their shoulders with relish and greed every so often. Pandora comforted the youngest pride members, Deneb and Algol, twin sisters- They had fallen only a few days before, and were only three weeks old. The largest king came over with a rope and opened the wire at the front of the cave- another king handed over a sack or two of bugs, and a sweet young lioness known as Vega was lead away. Slowly, the cave emptied and her dearest friends and family members were taken from her. When only five of them were left- herself, the twins, Capella and Alcor, she had made her mind up. When the door opened, she ran under the king (he was so tall she needed not even to duck) and fled into the woodland. With the speed of a shooting star, she was gone.
For a year or two, Pandora travelled all over the drab Earth, avoiding the kings and queens she knew would entrap her in a heartbeat. Over time, she grew black patches over her beautiful coat from always being awake during the day; her starstains were rubbing off, and her coat would never be the same again.
One blindingly bright morning, the sun’s rays assaulting her delicate coat, Pandora stumbled upon another lioness. Her coat was the jolly orange of a manderin. She looked petrified. “Hello there, stranger. Don’t be afraid” Pandora said delicately.
“Please, please don’t capture me!” the orange lioness begged.
“I won’t, I’m also on the run from those greedy idiots” Pandora answered, snarling at the word greedy. The pair teamed up and carried on together. A few months into their adventures, they found a small territory ruled by an old and sick king. The king had no heir nor any lionesses; they stalked the territory, and once he died they claimed it for their own.
Over time, more lionesses hiding from capture due to their deformities or coats came and sought shelter with Pandora. She named her pride The Second Seven Sisters, and has ruled in peace ever since. She can return to being nocturnal, as she no longer has to fear for her safety, saving half of her coat from being bleached and cleaned of her stardust. To be extra careful, she wears a special shawl.
Pandora is curled up under the sky, soaking up the essence of the night and enriching her beautiful star-stained coat when you wander into the clearing. At first, you think you are alone; but her black patches give her away. She tenses and hunkers down as close to the ground as she can go. “Hello there, I mean no harm.. I am simply lost” you say as soothingly as you can. It breaks your heart to imagine what has made this powerful queen so afraid of strangers. As you go to move closer, but another massive female- a dusty pink, with off-white hues- has ambushed you and pinned you to the ground. “State your intentions!” she growls. The queen seems more relaxed now you are immobilised, and she sniffs you carefully. “I smell a happy pride” she says, relieved. “There are no traces of the scents of fear or sadness in his coat. Stand down, Wild Hunt”.
“I am sorry about that” Wild Hunt says, a little embarrassed. They lead you home, as they know the night like a fish knows water. When you part with them, you look at your coat and see a single flake of the night sky has rubbed off onto your coat..
lioness bio for esquigi
Cora is usually a sleepy, placid lioness; the most activity she ever does is stroll from the cave to her favorite sunny spot, and the most stress she had ever experienced, before this beautiful and terrifying morning, was when her young cub Orca wandered off and she was convinced he had been eaten by hyenas. Orca has long since grown up, and his ordeal looks like an afternoon napping compared to this.
She had never meant to get involved with that gorgeous tiger. It can’t be her fault his eyes sparkled so enticingly, that he was simply more handsome then any lion she had ever laid eyes on..
Cora lays down now, knowing the tiger’s child will be born soon. Her births have always been quick (and never scandalous).
It takes under an hour for her litter to appear; one girl. Her coat is the softest purple, fading to a delicate yellow in places. Her eyes are a piercing blue.
“Cora! Is that your litter?” No. Please, God, no- let me have a few moments with her before you kill her for being a betrayal, Cora thought as she raised her head to greet her jolly, chubby, mellow king. He looked down upon them and did a double-take.
“Please, it’s not her fault. She never asked for this! I’ll leave. I’ll leave and take her with me” Cora begged.
“You beautiful.. You wonderful.. Cora!” the king exclaimed, sniffing the tiny being all over. “This is the most amazing thing you have ever done!” he said, softly now.
Lyla, as the cub was named, grew a little while with her adoring mother and father. However, they all knew she was meant for better things. A tigon needs special meats when her heat comes, she needs the finest nests and a king able to carefully save and provide her with all her wildest dreams. So, when Lyla was a year old, a kind and wealthy king came and took her away leaving her modest birth pride with enough gold beetles to sustain them for life.
Lyla spent her days dining on food that would cost her king upwards of millions per serving, and she birthed many deformed cubs that he would fawn over. Kings- who can understand them? But no matter how well she was kept, she did grow old and died a painless death in her sleep.
When her pride could not find her body, they were confused and hurt but soon came to terms with it.
You see, Lyla was not destined for death and burial. In her dream, she had gone fishing at her favorite spot and had caught a jellyfish. Fond of exotic foods, she had eaten it; and came back to life in a new form. She could not breed, nor eat, but could travel to many prides and bring those there joy. And this is how she lives on to this day.
Den intro for Woete
You are out exploring when you hear a.. Waterfall? Intrigued, you head towards the sound and find yourself close to an ocean, and spot a small outcrop that has access to the fresh water as it flows to the sea- thirsty, you start to head over. Before you can get any closer, a frosty white adolescent butts in front of you; he has ever-so delicate pink flakes through the frosty white, and startling red eyes. Affronted, you skid to a halt.
“Who would you be?” the boy asks, a little rudely.
“Would it not be more productive to ask what I want with your territory?” you reply, knocking him off his game a little.
“I was obviously getting to that! Who are you and what do you want?” he is annoyed now, flicking his minimal mane obnoxiously.
“I am a king from the north, and I simply wish to get a drink from the waterfall. I have walked very far and am very, very thirsty” you say, hoping he’ll let you drink a little.
He seems concerned, but does his best to hide it. “Go ahead. But leave quickly. I am Flirty, don’t mess with me again” with that, he struts off.
You stifle a giggle until he is out of earshot, then you drink and head on your way.
King bio for Notarias
Clair De Lune was born on a cold, endless winter night. His mother had barely laid eyes upon him before he was picked up by Fantasia, and taken from her. The queen was muttering what the terrified lioness thought to be, “Yes, him. We want-” and then with her head thrown up to the moon, “HIM, WE WANT HIM! AND LIKE THE PIANO SINGS HE SHALL BE CLAIR DE LUNE!”. All the pride members knew not to question their troubled queen; it sickened the lioness to imagine what would become of her only son, but it was better than what she knew would happen to her and his siblings if she tried to save him.
His fate had been sealed many years before, when Fantasia (then a glossy, sweet young adolescent) had gone into the night and returned muttering about power and glory. The demon that had taken her had big plans- they had known a cub would be born under Fantasia’s rule, and he would be powerful; utterly unique. And as he grew he would become deformed- a lean and bloodthirsty beast known in whispers as a ferus. However, they also knew that they needed a body to carry them until he was born.
Fantasia died the night Clair turned two. She fell to the floor in a fit, and the demon left her. For the last few moments of her life, she was free once more- free to scream at the horrors her ‘guest’ had convinced her to carry out. Her gentle, beautiful mother. Her strong, fair father.
The demon could not have cared less about the screaming Fantasia as she lived out her last agonising moments. It crawled into Clair, and he took his last breath as a free lion. His bones began to reshape almost immediately, though it would take many years for him to become the beast they anticipated with greedy and blind joy.
Clair De Lune was more ruthless then Fantasia in every way. He killed all cubs not deformed horrifically with heartless ease; any unpleasing lioness could run, but she could not hide. The pride members cringed from Clair’s brutal force by day, and curled up close together to brave the ghost of Fantasia by night..
Queen intro for Shadow
All lions must come to an end; and all will speculate during their few years waiting for her visit how they will meet this inevitable end. The more poetic speak of slipping off mortal skin and going to hunt among the stars, the more moral will advocate good behaviour sending you to a paradise and bad behaviour condemning you to suffering.
Unlike the regular lion, Widow has met ends hundreds of times. She has seen ends sad, dramatic, romantic, boring. She has seen the raw horror of hundreds of lions as she lifts her veil. They expect such a beautiful ending; how is she to tell them that life’s ugly face is reflected in death’s mirror unadulterated?
She has never frolicked like the carefree cubs she scoops into the folds of her cloak every day of the week; she was never a flirty adolescent (they are always so sure they’ll be different. Sorry, darlings, Widow does not put on a show for every little snowflake). She has always been the silent and horrifying Widow; she knows not who gave her that name. Once upon a time, so early in the world’s life (will she take this beautiful place into her arms and carry it away when it, too, meets it’s end?) she tried to be more mortal. She fell in love, she cried over cubs she had to meet, she tried to explain what was happening to those scared to see beneath her veil. In the end, the cubs still died. The scared would still wail. Her love went with her to the afterlife she knows nothing of.
It is as pointless as the moments wasted speculating on an inevitable end..
EVERYTHING (bios for all lions, cave/den intros, etc. for Miss Universe
click at your own peril!
You are out for a morning patrol when you notice a small path leading away from your territory you have never seen before.. Curious, you begin down it. The earth is covered in light, crunchy dead grass and you can smell lions. You then spot an adolescent laying in the shade of a tree, grooming a small tortoise shell cat. “What are you looking for, old man? This is my territory. Beat it” the fluffy, curiously colored youth growls. You take a moment to take in his appearance.. An artificially blue mane, that matches shade for shade his piercing blue eyes. His coat is tufty and a dusty red, with white circles dotted across it. Your pause irritates him and he begins to flick his tail testily. “I said beat it, dude. I don’t want to fight, Nakai is all settled”. You turn and dash back to the safety of your own lands, noting not to bother the obscure residents of that territory again.
Mitsuki was born in a cosy, lovingly assembled nest. His mother was one of the most beautiful lionesses in her pride; her coat was a mixture of off-white and vintage pink, with a swirl on either side like cream melting into hot cocoa. He was the only cub in his litter, and so she doted upon him day and night. She felt awful that he had no siblings to play with, so she tamed a young kitten and blessed them both with a promise of lifelong loyalty and friendship.
He was six months old before he met the king of the pride, his father, Delta. Most kings would be delighted with Mitsuki: he was the perfect heir, both strong and kind. His coat was a valuable shade of pinkish-red, and his mane (just barely sprout) was a profitable icy blue. However, it was not to be. Delta adored being king, and it terrified him that he may one day be overtaken. The tiny and defenceless Mitsuki was a threat, and was carried far away in the clenched jowls of the very lion that should have loved him most. He was left for hyenas and wild dogs by a watering hole.
Delta had not factored in the kitten bound to his son for life, however. The tiny being was determined to carry out her role and protect her master. She carried leaves and twigs and covered little Mitsuki, so that he was hidden from predators- she then carried him scraps of meat and drops of water, and lay atop of him purring and giving him life-saving warmth every painfully cold night until he was strong enough to begin seeking a land to rule.
Mitsuki had very little trouble finding spare land and willing lionesses. He was beautiful and powerful, and within a few months he had taken charge of twelve girls and sixteen miles of territory. He was protective and loving towards his pride, but after the betrayal he faced while still so young he is cruel and unforgiving towards outsiders.
Despite being quite afraid of the small, eccentric king of the pride you decide to try and learn more about them. You manage to find their caves without being interrupted, and spot a funky male cleaning one of the caves. He’s muttering under his breath, and you realise he is trying to memorise the finances of the pride. When he spots you, he looks a little taken aback; he seems to be trying to remember the best way to deal with intruders. What a dedicated submale! He puffs out his spiky mane and, in a strong voice you can imagine him perfecting while he patrols, he tells you that “you must be lost. This is the exclusive territory of Mitsuki. Please turn around and leave quickly”. It’s pretty adorable, how serious he is about getting it all just right. “Of course. Sorry” you reply meekly, before leaving as he watches you carefully.
Hunai was born to the adoring Ssaiah and caring Queen Of My Heart. His mother was a hybrid, part lion and part leopard, and it was hoped he would carry some leopard traits about him. Most kings, when cubs don’t carry on those traits, kill them; a leopon’s son or daughter that is just a regular lion is no use at all. However, Ssaiah could never find it in his heart to kill anything and decided to try and find somebody to take in the failure of a cub. He had heard of the strange Mitsuki, who had no other males in his pride, and decided it sounded like a promising home for his son. Hunai was left on the borders of the territory, and Mitsuki found him the next morning. Having been abandoned by his own father, Mitsuki was immediately touched by the little guy. He took him in and raised him as his own, and when Hunai was announced to be the ‘official submale’ he took it to heart and has tried to be the best submale there has ever been ever since!
JOINT INTRO FOR BONDED LIONESSES
You have braved the lands of Mitsuki once again. Judging by the pawprints left leading away from the caves, he and his oddball submale are out for the day with most of the pride. You sniff the air- two are still here. You walk to the caves and see two young lionesses sunbathing and gossiping. The younger one (a soft brown, with flecks of grey over her back) sits up and greets you politely. “Hello, stranger! Welcome to our territory!” she holds her paw out for you to shake.
“Flare! He’s an intruder! Mitsuki will be furious!” the older one scolds, knocking her paw back down. The friendly Flare seems put-down, and she nods in reluctant agreement. “I know, Dawn, it’s just we never get guests”. Dawn softens and gives her a comforting lick.
“We can walk him out”. Flare perks up at this and nuzzles Dawn happily.
“You’re the best!”.
JOINT BACKSTORY FOR BONDED LIONESSES
Flare was born to the proud and selfish Dsiris who had special marks all over her coat that made her highly valuable. Sadly, Flare did not inherit the special markings and so the moment Flare was born she was put up for sale- but nobody wanted her. She was sweet and smart, but not as unique as others in the trading centre. It was looking like the king would have to dispose of her in a much more grisly fashion then simply shipping her off.
Dawn had a much less dramatic upbringing. She was born to a mysterious hybrid mother who loved her dearly; she simply left of her own accord to start her own life when she was around two years old.
The pair would be joined for life one fateful autumn afternoon. Deciding to acquire a companion to join her on her search for a new pride, Dawn headed to the trading centre with a small pouch of silver bugs. She was speaking to a king selling a pretty little lioness a little older than herself who had adorable folded ears when she heard a pitiful meow a few stalls over. She went to see who was upset, and found a tiny little cub being watched by a skinny lioness who was busy admiring a passing king, ignoring the hungry cub under her care. The little one was two years younger than Dawn, and she felt immediately that the cub needed her. She quickly handed the lioness a few silver bugs and scooped Flare into her mouth. Once they had left the crowded trading centre, Dawn sat the little one down and gave her a small meal. “I shall name you Flare” she told the baby firmly. “And I’m going to take good care of you. I promise”.
And she never went back on that promise. A few days later she met Mitsuki, who was happy to offer them a home in his territory. She raised dawn lovingly, and they are very closely bonded. To newcomers, they may appear so close that they could be sisters!
INTRO FOR LIONESS
Shani is sitting under a large tree, surrounded by jars and pouches. She is meticulously organizing leaves, flowers, bark and roots and labeling them. Yuri walks up to her, head bowed. “Did you try to make friends with a hedgehog again ?” she asks with a kind chuckle.
“...mabey?” Yuri replies.
“Come here, you silly little thing” Shani purrs, tucking the cub expertly into her paws. She rubs a little soothing leaf on her and then tenderly pulls out the many spikes embedded in her fur. With a lick and a warning to leave those creatures alone (that she knows will be ignored- Yuri wants everybody, spiky or not, to be her friend) she lets the little cub go back to playing, and resumes her organizing. Her little cat is carrying new samples to her, doing it’s best not to ruin them with its fangs.
BACKSTORY FOR LIONESS
Shani comes from a long line of healers. Her birth pride is one of the few remaining healing colonies that work to train new healers and send them out to the prides, trying to make sure everybody has at least one healer in their midst. Shani, like all cubs born into a healing colony, had no idea who her mother was. Cubs are raised by the whole pride; lionesses suckle each other’s cubs, keep them safe, teach them. When they sleep, the cave buzzes as the whole pride purrs fiercely throughout the night.
It broke Shani’s heart when the day came for her to leave her home and head out into the world, to find a needy pride and heal them. To bring a small part of the magical colony out into the savannah. When she saw the mean and defensive Mitsuiki, she knew his pride would be the perfect place to go and teach love, medicine and magic. She has been with the pride for many years: all pride members adore and respect her. Her purr could move mountains, and her powers of healing (however scientific, they always seem supernatural to the casual onlooker) seem to have no bounds.
INTRO FOR QUEEN
Wondering about the unclaimed lands, you spot the distinctive Mitsuki walking with a stunning lioness. Her coat is pitch black, with bold yellow, orange and pink streaks and blots all over like a sunset peeking out of a starless night sky. You can’t help but stare. Mitsuki sees you gawping and immediately puffs out his fur and sticks his muzzle right in your face. “Staring is rude, you know! Show some respect!” he growls. The lioness quickly rushes up and pushes him back.
“I am so sorry.. Mitsuki! Please!” she says, in a hurt tone. He looks angry at her interfering, but also as if he can’t bring himself to express it. “Sorry, sir. I over-reacted” he grumbles. The lioness gives him a lick and they head off.
BACKSTORY FOR QUEEN
at was born to a rich and loving father. He doted upon her, and made no secret of her being his favorite daughter. Her mother often grew weary of his boasting, and withdrew from Kat’s life once she was weaned, leaving her in the care of her obsessive father. He was determined to marry her off to an equally majestic pride that could treat her as well as he did.
King after king came to court Kat. Kings with coats the exact shade of merlot wine, kings with hair growing down their spines, kings who were no taller than cubs. She found them uninspiring and irritating, and far too much like her father.
That is, until Mitsuki came for his chance at winning Kat. Perhaps it was his adorably tufty coat, perhaps it was his eccentric acid blue mane- she fell head over heels
Mitsuki proudly lead her to his home. She soon stole the hearts of the whole pride, and took her role as queen seriously. She was fair, beautiful, loyal and caring- everything a queen should be. She is the only lion on the face of the earth that can rein in Mitsuki!
Yuri is curled up in a sunny spot, and Mitsuki’s little cat is watching over her with a content expression: she adores her master, and this cub is simply an extension of him in her eyes (even if biologically, they are not related). She protects the child as if it were her master. The child gets up, blinks a few times, and goes to play in some bushes. The cat hops up and dashes after her- her king is much easier to take care of, given that there’s not so much running about!
Kat was chatting with some friends from other prides when one of the ladies yelled at a tiny metallic-orange cub to stop messing about and come to sit quietly. Kat watched as the sweet little thing came over and sat quietly under her mum. “Who’s this?” Kat asked, sniffing the tiny darling. “It has no name, we just call it cub” the mum said bluntly. “Not much to look at, is it? The husband hates it. No idea what he’ll do with it, but it won’t be around long”.
Kat was horrified. Not much to look at? The perfectly proportioned, polite, mannered baby with it’s blue-hued coat was one of the most wonderful cubs she had ever seen. Her strong material instinct kicked in, and she knew the cub had to be hers. After the gathering was over, she went over to the king’s territory. He had no idea what cub she was talking about, and said she could take ‘it’ if she so pleased.
She carried Yuri home, utterly delighted. Her first daughter! Mitsuki fell for her as quickly as Kat had, which was hardly like his usual attitude, and the baby became his special favirouite. Kat gave the cub the same upbringing she had enjoyed (but, of course, Mitsuki was not as toxically obsessed with the little one and Kat remained close to her despite their bond). Yuri slept atop whomever she pleased, and nobody minded if she kicked and clawed in her sleep. She was showered with toys and treats by every pride member, and spent each day playing and napping with gusto.
ANOTHER BONDED LIONESS INTRO
Two fairly chubby lionesses are sprawled out on some rocks, overlooking a small playpen made from sticks and mud. A few cubs are digging, play-fighting and stalking bugs within. The ladies gossip about neighbouring kings and swat flies lazily with their tails. Every so often a little one will try to climb the fence, or will bump it’s nose, and they will hop down at lightning speed and tend to them.
...AND THIER JOINT BACKSTORY
Hyena and Leena were born into the same pride, in neighbouring nests. They both, from a very young age, had a passion for nurturing. While the other cubs tripped over their own tails or got lost in the undergrowth and caused endless troubles they sat quietly and cared for their expansive bug nursery. They always defended each other when some mean-spirited youngster tried to mock their peaceful fun, which was very often. They grew used to relying on each other for company and staying away from other lions. When they heard Mitsuki’s pride needed broodmothers, they jumped at the opportunity. Their dream was always to find a sleepy pride and spend their days watching over real cubs, not bugs or pets. Mitsuki’s pride is not nearly as cruel and their birth pride, but they are content to keep to themselves and focus on the work.
Lore and den intro for Stellar
You are out for a quick patrol when you catch the scent of.. Lions! You hurry towards the scent, but it takes you over your borders. You find a small clearing with a large cave within. The biggest, fluffiest golden lion you have ever seen is sitting proudly among a massive pride of lionesses of every shape and size. He appears to be giving a detailed patrol report. A lean, creamy-brown queen is sitting atop the cave, watching the submale and pride with interest. She would be pretty plain.. If not for the dramatic purple-and-blue mohawk and fur collar. Intimidated, you begin to try and leave quietly but her eyes fix upon you with curiosity and fury. “A spy!” she crows. Aw, shit. You almost have a heart attack there and then- that submale could suffocate you with his mane alone- when she breaks into a chuckle. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Lamo won’t harm you”.
Lamo has always been a girl with a sense of humor. Well, rough sense of humor. It’s an acquired taste, perhaps. As a cub she loved to play tricks on her king and siblings that usually ended with chaos and her being practically tied to a broodmother (which never stopped her from plotting and executing the next prank). Her mother stood up for her best she could, but once she had broken the king’s prize elephant skull while trying to make the pride think the ghost of said elephant had returned for revenge- specifically trampling them all to death- even her mother had given up. When the king said he was taking her on a special trip to the hills with him the poor lioness barely raised an eyebrow. He did indeed take her on a trip.. To the middle of nowhere. It was a one-way ticket.
Lamo soon found an elderly lioness who had left her pride to spend her final days seeing parts of the lands she had always dreamed of seeing. Lamo befriended her and the lioness took a liking to the little punk. The old lady had many friends, and settled Lamo with a very old king who had no heir nor lionesses. He taught her all about running a pride, and she inherited the lands.
Her pride members came from all over, enchanted by the stories of a pride were members are free and the queen is relaxed.. And a total prankster! One of the elderly lioness’ many friends stopped by years after Lamo’s inheritance and gave her a tiny ball of golden fluff. She had no idea it was even a lion at first; it grew into a majestic heir, who adores Lamo and would protect her with his life.
lioness backstories & heir vision story for Panthera
Taij began life with big prospects. The only child of her mother and father, she was doted upon with a blinding intensity. Her mother would lay for hours grooming her candy-pink coat and purring like an engine, her father would search the lands for the finest of meats to bring home for her. It was just the three of them, content and peaceful. When she was around a month old she was taken to a strange rock. It glowed and falcons circled it in the sky; she was a little scared, but sat down and behaved. Her parents closed their eyes and asked in reverent voices, “Are there strange mutations within our little Taij?”
A deep voice came from within the stone. “Yes, I am sorry”.
They cried out in anguish; but it changed nothing. Their child was incurably sick.
As they walked home from the stone, two bizarre creatures began to stalk them. They were tall and lean, with spindly limbs- so spindly they only used two of them for transport. Before Taij could alert her parents the creatures had used their powers and cast them down into the sand. A sandy king raised his head and watched until the couple had been taken away, and then he ran over to the cub. “Shhh, sweetheart, shhh. I’ll take care of you now” he promised.
She grew into a magnificent lioness under his care, and everybody was relieved to see she had a harmless mane mutation. She bonded closely with the pride, stealing all of their hearts. Any pride member would happily give their life to protect the beloved Taij.
Kalissto was born in a beautiful piebald sanctuary run by humans. Piebalds usually hide from humans as they seem to love to abduct them, so the poor two-leggeds are under the impression that they are rare and need protecting. Kalissto will always remember the adoring crowds taking pictures of her and her regal pride as they lounged under heat lamps and dined on pre-killed prey. She never dreamt of her world being anything larger than her ‘naturalistic’ enclosure, her talents varying past posing for squealing humans.
She must have been around five when the largest sandstorm in twenty years rampaged the savannah. She can remember the building shaking and her family pacing anxiously. Some humans had left the door to the feed room open, and they could see through the windows in there the world had turned a grainy yellow. First, the roof began to wail. Then quiver. Then crack. And then she was not in her cosy enclosure but in a pile of rubble. Her family lay atop the wreck to wait for the two-leggeds to come back; but Kalissto was not losing out on an opportunity to explore. No amount of begging would stop her- she was free.
That determination lasted a few hours, before she realised she was in the middle of nowhere and meat chunks had legs, and eyes, and very strong feelings about being eaten. Who would have known? The sun did not turn off every half-hour to let her cool down; water buckets did not decorate each tree base. She lay down, exhausted and very frightened.
“What on earth is on her coat?” Saros asked in politely hushed tones.
“It.. it has been fouled upon by a bird” Leda said delicately.
“Oh, come on. She was shat on by a bird, is that so hard to say, princess?” Nix laughed.
They had never seen a piebald before, you see.
Wishesx joined his lionesses, and chuckled. “Why not ask her?”
Leda paced forward and gently nudged the strange lioness. She awoke with a start and sat up, staring at them in shock.
“What are those white patches on your coat?”
“Where are your patches?”
They all said at once. “They are my patches, they are in the broken pattern” Kallisto said, adding for clarity- “I was born, like every lion, with them covering parts of my coat”.
“That is not nearly as cool as being shat on like eighty times by a bird” Nix replied, utterly disappointed. “You are actually a cub, Nix. Do you need a place to stay?” the king asked.
“Oh, please. I’ve lost my home.. I just need a new pride”.
And so Kallisto came to live with the pride for the rest of her days. Sadly, the sand from the storm brought delayed blindness to both of her eyes; however, the pride cared for her carefully and made sure her life was no less enjoyable for it.
HEIR VISION STORY THING?:
Wishesx is trying to sleep in the mouth of his caves. He tosses, he turns; for reasons he cannot understand, sleep simply alludes him. Is that purring? Standing up with a grumble, he goes into the cave- but all is silent. The purring grows louder yet no lioness stirs… his frustration turns to curiosity as he slips out into the cool, dewy grass gently littered with starlight. He looks around, and though he can now smell another male strongly and he can hear him as if he is standing right next to him, he is alone. He sits down, perplexed, and suddenly a strong young king is sitting before him: he has distinguished eyebrows, set atop a pair of curiously green eyes, flecked with a rich gold. His coat, not quite solid but with a light glow at his sides as if he is a creature of the dreamlands, is a beautiful mix of royal purple and the same gold seen in his regal, purposeful eyes. Strangest of all, he bares no mane despite clearly smelling male. Wishesx is dumbfounded, and he stares in awe at the being before him. At last, he finds his voice. “Are you here to guide me to the afterlife?” he asks. The male keeps up his purr for a heartbeat before replying, seeming a little reluctant to interrupt it for answering the questions of mere mortals. “Of course not, I am simply here to introduce myself”, and with that he lays down, paws before him like a sphinx, and he begins to flex the sharp little claws rhythmically. “I am Nimue, your successor. Sadly, you will die while I am still young, meaning we shall never speak- so, I have come to speak with you in my pre-life form. There is a little I have to tell you; settle down, and do not fear your lionesses interrupting us. We are not in a mortal time frame.”
Wishesx lays down, still entranced, and Nimue seems satisfied.
“I will be born to a lioness in your pride, but you will die shortly after. You are a fine lion, and after your difficult life you have much wisdom I would love to gain.. We have no time for that, which is unfair and a mighty disappointment. But, that is the nature of a mortal life. I am the king of a small nebula now, though my son shall take my place when I am incarnate. I need to tell you that your pride will be in the best of hands, as I have experience in ruling stretching back eons. If I did not come to tell you, you would die afraid and guilty as, naturally, you would have no idea a worthy heir was in your midst.” the beautiful lion is starting to grow brighter, and the glow around his sides is spreading like the dawn- his purr encapsulates the night, as loud as a steam train. “Goodbye, gentle and knowing Wishex. Be at peace knowing your lands will be loved and cared for.”
Wishex blinks, and he is back at the mouth of the cave. Taij yawns, and walks over to him. “I have the strangest feeling that something spectacular has occurred and I slept through it” she says, a puzzled expression on her face. Wishex gives her a comforting lick.
“No, Taij. Just a meteor shower- see?” he points to the sky, which is alive with shooting stars.
“Alright” she mutters, already half asleep again. Wishex tucks her in with the others and lays with his head on his paws, watching the sky until morning.
den intro & submale story for Firebird
The sun beats upon your back, leaving you feeling weak and a little dizzy. There is no water or shade to be found, and you begin to wonder if you will ever make it home… when the sound of a bubbling, jolly stream cuts through the usual distant roars and hoofbeats. Your ears prick up and you trot painfully towards it; trees slowly close in, and birds seem to be on every branch, singing and calling with enthusiasm. You drink slowly, savouring every drop- and begin to feel watched. You can smell lionesses, but from no particular direction, which makes you uneasy. You raise your head, and can make out the shadows of lions from between the dappled sunlight and heavy undergrowth. You creep forward, and tumble down into a peaceful clearing- the grass is alive with plants and bugs, and there are three or four sleepy lionesses watching a small group of cubs, who are playing gently or watching the insects with deep fascination. You are shocked to see how small and fine-boned they all are. It was as if a light breeze from the stream would blow the whole pride away; you wonder if you have found a new, mythical species. “Why- look here! We have a guest!” The speaker is a humble shade of lemon, but has spectacular purple-blue wings sprouting from her lean shoulders. “You are filthy! Come, we will care for you so you may carry on your adventures in peace” she purrs. You tell them about your own home while they gently remove burrs and twigs from your fur. You have a small but delicious dinner in their company, and then head back to your own home, refreshed and touched by their kindness.
King intro & Submale story & NPC fan story for corpious
The air is hot and dry. It feels as if you are breathing pure dust, your lungs slowly filling. You close your eyes as a wave of sand blows towards you violently- when the wave stops as it surrounds you and goes no further, you sniff and realise you can smell another king. With a soft thud, a brownish-purple male with a tiny mane and tufty ears stands before you. He bows, before clearing his throat of the desert heat and in a polite, almost posh voice he introduces himself. “Greetings, I am Genesis; the winged king of these lands. Are you lost?” with your head low to show respect for the majestic creature you reply- “No, sir. I was exploring and did not scent your borders”.
“Don’t fear! We welcome guests! Come, refresh yourself and my darling submales will escort you home.” with that, he places one wing over you to protect you from the wind. As you walk, you laugh together over the loveable antics of cubs and goofy submales.
Eventually, you reach a small circle of caves fashioned from an outcrop of rocks. There are many lionesses, watching cubs with soft eyes or sunbathing. They welcome you with delight, wanting to know everything about your homeland. They offer you lizard and cactus, which is exotic and delicious however odd it may sound! After a few hours, Genesis ushers two young males in your direction. “This is Riot, and here is Midas”. Riot is smaller, with jolly blue eyes and a spiky mane- Midas is much larger and seems to be nothing more than golden fluff topped by a colorful mane. They walk either side of you, seeming to accept that if their king has taken a liking to you they must protect you well and deliver you home safely. Riot tells you of how Genesis saved his life in the last drought when he welcomed him in; the story brings you close to tears. You part with the males at your border, promising to visit the kindly pride again soon.
Midas walks in from his patrol quietly, slipping around the back of the caves to avoid small-talk with the lionesses; it’s not that he dislikes them, simply that he would rather rest up under his favourite tree and snack on some warthog in peace. One of the younger girls, Diablo, pops her head around the corner and spots him. “Midas! Come and join us! We’re having a games night!” she calls. He looks up wearily; another games night? He had only just recovered from the last one. With a shiver he recalls the humiliating game of charades wherein he had to pretend to be a gazelle... He’s never gonna live that one down. “I’m so sorry, Diablo. I don’t mean to disappoint you, but I really don’t fancy games tonight, I feel quite weary”. The youngster slopes off sulkily.
An hour or so later, he hears a shuffling noise and raises his head, perking his ears up. Tempest! The little darling is trying to drag a chess board over to him. “I know you hate game nights.. But maybe we could have a quiet one here? Just you and me?” she looks at him hopefully. His eyes soften, and he picks up the board in his jaws. He sets it down, catches her a little bird snack, and licks her lovingly. “Of course, sweetheart. I wouldn't miss it for the world”. They play for hours, and once little Tempest is utterly exhausted (though she denies it fiercely) he carries her to the caves, and tucks her between his paws. He sings her an old rhyme, about a rabbit-lion known as Wenet who plays mean tricks on bunnies. When she is almost utterly asleep, she mutters- “love you, dad”. He practically glows with joy, and falls asleep purring like an engine.
STORY BETWEEN KING & NPC
Genesis was out exploring; it was around midnight, the best time of all to explore in his opinion. At this time of year, the night is crisp and feels almost brand-new. He loves how private and peaceful these nighttime walks are, as he is never disturbed by any other lions. That is.. He had never been disturbed before. What is that scent? Male, partly lion.. And a whiff of bat and goat? How bizarre. Curious, he begins to follow the scent. He finds himself stumbling through a thick wood until he falls painfully into a hidden clearing. Lying on his back, eyes filled with the stars he is admiring. He sits up, and gazes at Genesis. When their eyes meet, he forgets about his bizarre appearance and smiles back. “Sorry to disturb you, I’m Genesis.. I caught your scent and was curious, you seem to be a mix of every animal on the savannah!” he laughs. The almost-lion shakes the dirt from his lank black mane and laughs back. “That’s one way to put it! I’m Nirah”.
Genesis and Nirah spent the rest of the night talking about the stars- Nirah seemed to know everything! The dawn began to arrive, and Genesis turned to invite Nirah back to his den to meet his pride; but Nirah interrupted him. “I must go. I have daytime duties that cannot be avoided”. He flies away. The next day, the first of December, Genesis looks for the beautiful and wise Nirah but cannot find him. He is heartbroken, but knows he will never forget how to identify the little dipper.
Nirah returned to his native lands, his short visit to the land of mortal lions over. He had never felt sad about leaving; however, that night he felt almost lonely. He missed the mortal lion like no manticore should miss a regular lion.
The pair dreamt of each other as the seasons passed. Wenet came and went, V’kai passed by, life went on. In a whirlwind, it was October once more. Nirah fluttered to his favorite spot, the small and clear-skied clearing. Genesis had not been for a nighttime stroll since the last day of october, but he felt suddenly compelled. He slipped away from his pride, and found himself heading for the clearing.
Nirah could not believe his eyes- Genesis. He had not forgotten him. He ran and knocked the poor lion over, licking his face with his gross snake tongue. “Eww” Genesis grumbled, getting up.
“You didn't forget me” they both said at once.
“How could I?” they both said, again at once.
Chuckling, they lay together and stargazed once more, appreciating the little time they would have together before December made Nirah flee once more...
pride intro for Luck
Starving, you search a small shrubland. There seems to be no prey at all. Feeling defeated, you lay down and catch some sun; that’s when you hear the shriek of some small animal. You sit up abruptly, and see a deep black lioness adding a hare to a bag already bulging with prey. The animals must have been scared off by her. She spins around, and spots you immediately despite the tall grass; that’s pretty terrifying. “Are you hungry, stranger?” she asks. You decide to take a chance.
“Yes, and all the prey seems to be hiding from you!” you chuckle. She grins, taking it as a complement. “They’ve got the right idea. Come, I’ve caught plenty. You can join us for lunch.”
She lets out a roar, and four other lionesses immediately materialize at her side. “Let’s get going, these warthogs won’t stay warm long.”
OC story for Shrimp
The garage is unbearably hot in the afternoon sun. Dust floats and glints in the stale air, a lazy bird sings a quiet song in the branches of a drooping oak. Twisting his drumsticks impatiently, tapping a tune with his foot on the grimy floor. Mocha has gone to get soda- Wayne is laying on a tired old sofa, strumming listlessly. His frustration grows; he can feel the music in his veins, and he wants to play. Wayne’s long, glossy hair hangs over the back of the sofa’s arm, gathering sweat beads and sunbeams. Finally- Mocha is back. She glances at Ian and chokes on her drink. “C’mon, Wayne, he’s gonna burst if we keep him from that kit any longer”. They meet each other’s gazes and a grin spreads across Wayne’s face- he strums the first few cords. “I need an easy friend, I do with an ear to lend-” Mocha sings softly. Ian is at last whole, as he follows her tune loyally with his hearty beat..
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Queen backstory for Sunrise Surprise
The sky is infatuated with an intense sunrise. Thunder rumbles beneath the heavy color, bizarre given the clouds are nowhere to be seen. Kefira has just delivered the cub that will determine the land’s future; for now, the child’s chaotic blue and purple eyes are yet to survey what will soon be hers. As it draws first breath, a strike of lightning dashes across the dramatic sky. Morrighan is not here to be ignored, and she demands flare.
Only moments before she was a pure spirit. Rage, passion, unadulterated revenge without restriction or body. The mortals had endless numbers of names for her, the goddess of war; why do they always require a label, something solid to pass on and fear? They felt her as she danced upon battlefields, driving them to slaughter. As she ruffled their hair and made them see red. They prayed to her, and hoped she would be on their side. She never picks sides. She leads you all to your silly destructions equally.
But then, a wild young queen caught her eye; ruthless, merciless, doing every manner of horror in the name of her pride. She required an heir. It had been so long since she had walked the earth.. Perhaps a spell of havoc would break up the maddening eternity?
So down she came. Borne to a meek but unnatural mother- the daughter of a rogue leopard and a bored lioness. Just the sort to care for an abomination in its youth. Kefira loved her with a mother’s blindness, and wept for her when she left to find the queen she was to replace. While we discussed what she truly is, she has grown. An intoxicating young lioness, her coat the perfect painting of dawn. Nobody who has lain eyes upon her will ever forget.
The pride is found easily. The bloodthirsty and beloved Astara has passed, and her foolish mortal followers are weeping bitterly. Morrighan seats herself before them, and coughs to gain their attention. “I am here to lead you. I am known as Boryet, or Ora, or Ifri. I am your goddess of war. But you will call me Morrighan. Follow me and be taken good care of, or rebel and perish. Utterly your choice”. [/spolier]
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King backstory for Lucifer
The clouds are soft hues of pink and yellow. They feel like velvet beneath the paws of chubby housecats, like soil beneath the singular feet of wistful snails, sand beneath the fins of fish resting a little. Creatures who spent their lives being adored by human guardians, animals slaughtered by them, and animals who never encountered one, even those yet to set paw on earth; they all frolic here, where stomachs are always full and all hearts are always content. Well- all but one.
Crocell puffs his chest out, fluffs his mane, and opens his mouth (never a good idea..). Ariel, the angel of animals who watches over them all, closes her eyes a moment. He’s a sweet little lion, and deserves your attention and guidance just as much as the others. He’s not unbearable purposefully. And what would Gabriel say? Somehow the thoughts that usually steady her and allow her to deal with Crocell’s antics are diluted today. She’s tired and this is the upteempth time this century he’s come to receive ‘guidance’. “I was wondering, how to you acquire those nifty wings?”.
“You have to be an angel, who has spent at least eight thousand years in training”. She sighs.
“That seems very discriminatory! You need fresh blood in the winged team. In fact, toss me a pair and I’ll get diversity on the lion side of things up, free of charge”.
“Crocell, you know I can’t do that. Do you need advice for handling eternity? Help locating an earthly friend?..”
“I just want you to help me help you, Air”.
“My name is not air”.
The long day finally gives way to the night. Nocturnal animals yawn and stretch, coming out to enjoy their slice of bliss. Lucifer prances around, tipping hedgehogs upside down. Ariel prays hard, seeking any sign that what she will do next is frowned upon. The sun rises with its usual flare, and her mind is made up. She sneaks up behind the troublesome feline.. And gently places a hand on his head. “You are going to earth” she whispers. “Be good, and kind, and you will return here soon”. Before he can argue, she waves a finger over his glowing eyes and he vanishes. Every single creature breathes a sigh of relief.
Fury and indignity fills his tiny sausage of a body. He’ll show them. How dare she banish the one and only Crocell? His mother tends to his miniature ears, and he fights his odious siblings for milk. He’ll grow tall and mighty, and make those angels regret the day they doubted him. Oh, ew- that one is mewing.
He indeed grows, hating every moment of it. Lions smell, their food is raw and tough, and none of them seem to understand how important he is. His patent mother, Sunflower, soon cannot bear him bullying his siblings and sneering at her any longer. His father respects her wishes and chases the horrified child away, telling him not to return. Well- they don’t know what they just lost. He knows when he’s not wanted.
A suitable place to spend his tiresome mortal days is easily located. A simple meadow, full of gently swaying orchids. It reminds him of his home.. No. He’s here to prove himself, not mourn over that stupid place. There are four clean, cosy caves and plenty of rabbit to eat. He christians the grassland Crocell’s Epic Castle See Ariel I’m A King And I Know You All Miss Me (a better name will have to be thought of eventually, he supposes, but it has a ring to it.)The soft earth gives way to a cascading waterfall on one side, and he lays on the rocky edge to watch the sunset.
I shall not bore you with the many shocking adventures and cruel pranks Crocell had in the heavenly meadow over the years, as lionesses- those strong of spirit and with a healthy sense of humor- joined him. Soon the caves were full of laughter and tumbling cubs. As he thought: he was the most beautiful king for miles around, and nobody could get enough of him. Ariel watched in shock as he became infamous.. How could the endless sanctuary in the sky contain his ego when he returned? She prays daily he will have a long and happy mortal life. He still looks down upon his pride to a degree, but has grown to love his girls in his own way.
How could we almost end this story without mentioning his greatest pride? To insure everybody is fully aware of his splendor- and perhaps, to a degree, to remind him of his soft true home- he has created a rolling garden of flowers and wild grasses. Other kings with coats similar to the plantlife can come and chatter and admire the garden, but at its core the ‘clan’ is Crocell’s comfort and pride.
Pride member story for War
Meteor plods behind the magnificent Zerachiel, head low. She was proud when her birth king told her she was to be sold to a famous and wealthy king in the East, and her mother had spent all day grooming her. She was finally going out into the world- coat gleaming like polished brass, tightly curled, eyes bright with hope for the future. He arrived, handed over a palmful of glossy gold beetles, and her heart began thumping. A new pride. New friends. New territory. For a simple girl yet to step foot out of the boundaries of her homeland it had all been an adventure.
Now, twigs crunching beneath their paws, homesickness took over. Every step seems like a betrayal of her family, taking her further away from their love and protection. The birdsong seems more of a dark omen then a joyful welcome to her new pride.
“Here we are, little one”, Zerachiel purrs. “I need to go and catch some dinner, you head down and introduce yourself”.
She shivers as she enters the meadow alone. It seems quiet; there are some lionesses napping, some cubs playing, and little else. She crawls behind the largest cave and lays with her heavy, purple head on her dinner-plate paws. Her delicate white eyebrows settle over her closed eyes- she remains alert, ears perky, but rests. At some point, she slips into real sleep, heart aching.
“Hey, sweetheart. This is no place to catch a wink” a confident voice laughs. Meteor sits up in shock, scared by the sudden interruption.
“Woah, it’s only Raven. I won’t hurt you”, the lioness she is now face-to-face with says in a softer tone. Her coat is a depiction of the clearest midnight, her neck is laced with ruffled mane. Her eyes, a complex swirl of purple and blue, intoxicate the disconcerted Meteor. She self-consciously shakes out her own fur, a gentle two-tone of purple and orange, which she feels is dull in comparison. “I don’t usually find a beauty like yourself back here.” she adds, clearly curious but dancing around the question delicately. “I arrived today.. Everybody seemed busy and I didn't know where to go so I came back here to rest” Meteor explains.
“Come then, I’ll get you all settled.” Raven smiles.
“I look awful after being back here, all muddy and dusty- I’ll wait until the morning” Meteor says bluntly. Raven shakes her broad head, making her mock mane quiver and glitter in the moonlight. She lays beside the newcomer and grooms her carefully until she glows like amber. Meteor thanks her shyly, and Raven carefully snuffles around in the short turf. “An Alstroemeria”. She tucks the flower behind Meteor’s petite ear and they set off to meet the rest of the pride.
Queen intro and pride member lore for Stella
The sky, the softest pink hue streaked with sleepy sunbeams, sighs at it’s own majesty. At first, you may think the meadow beneath is empty- the wildflowers contemplating the beauty of their world in solitude. But then, perhaps, you will see the coal-black rosettes that litter her sides standing out among the lavender and heather. Her pollen speckled coat- oranges swirling into pinks, purples cut off prematurely by bold white patches- slowly rising and falling. Her beauty will leave you stunned a moment but this is perfectly normal. Don’t fret. Nobody could face the flower queen without momentary awe.
Many a year ago, the fine king Peacebringer was out exploring when he stumbled upon a wild lioness. She was a plain brown, but something deeper than her appearance made him fall madly in love with her. She came back with him to his caves, and his existing lionesses became furiously jealous of how infatuated their king was with this unremarkable interloper. Before the week was out, she was heavy with his litter. They seethed and plotted, knowing she could not stay.
Some time later, the lioness birthed a singular daughter. The cub’s beauty drove the pride over the edge; that night they poisoned the lioness’ gazelle.
Peacebringer was broken over the loss of his one true love. He buried her with great care, and named their child. “I shall name you Mahaba, ‘love’, for when I deliver you to your new home you will take all my love with you, never to return”. For, you see, the poor lion could not bear to see his beloved’s likeness in Mahaba each day. It would destroy him.
The young queen was wrapped in silks and taken to the trustworthy Nisada, who promised his throne to her. He raised her to be connected to the forces of nature, to be fair and kind. She also developed a wild flirtatious manner which charmed many a lady into her pride.
Adored by the pride and strangers alike Mahaba rules to this day in contentedness.
Pride intro for Stefanie
The desert seems to stretch on into eternity. The sun seers your back, not caring that sand is slowly blinding you. The occasional brave cactus stands watch over the soulless landscape, but even they are wilted. You lay on your side, and the ground sizzles in complaint. Your eyes begin to close..
“How on earth did you make it all the way out here?” a soft but confident voice inquires. A mighty shadow shades you momentarily from the ruthless heat. With great effort you open your eyes, and are faced with a vast lioness: tall and muscular, she dwarfs you in every sense. Her rich, deep red coat is intoxicating- her cool, swirling blue eyes make your throat cry out for water. Her coat is slashed with glossy black; no ebony is a purer midnight. Circles of the same bewitching coal criss-cross over each other on the rest of her fur, making you dizzy. “Come, Hibiscus. Our friend needs to get back to the caves and rest”. Her tone is concerned and caring.
From behind her trots a perfect mock; the creature is barely knee height, but shares the dizzying rosettes and rich red coat as the first lioness. Between them you are dragged a little way to a warren of caves. To your joy, a deep pond pleading for you to sip from it is settled before them.
After a little tending from the pride’s many skilled healers you are walked home by the very dignified- though miniature- hibiscus. You are touched by their kindness, but certain you will never venture into the desert lands again!
Pride intro for King Bean
Your paws make no sound as they pad over the otherworldly dust coating the earth. You can scent this is somebody’s territory, but your curiosity overtakes your natural cautiousness. The entire world seems scarlet, the only exception being the ebony moon, glowing on all sides from the hidden sun. Neither move- they are in a perpetual waltz.
In the horizon you can make out a proud outcrop of rock; with three small caves cut into it’s scarred face. Not wanting to alert the pride that owns this realm to your intrusion you turn to leave. What a story you will have for your lionesses..
As you turn you are faced with an awe inspiring king- his coat is the personification of the forboding atmosphere. He seems made of the red earth. “You have made a poor choice, traveller, venturing into our lands..”
Edited on 25/01/21 @ 13:31:26 by ᴄᴀᴘᴘᴜᴄʜɪɴᴏ (#188320)
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Four pride member lores for Soap
- Meadow -
Many may see Meadow’s independence and incomparable hunting skills as strange for a lioness, or even alarming, but like any cub born in the harsh wild she cares little for others opinions, and knows the skills and disconnected personality keep her alive.
A hot summer’s noon. The air is thick with dust, making the skittish zebra and gazelle wheeze and stamp in annoyance. A muddy red lioness, nameless, has crept away from the fifteen or so other chased lionesses to deliver her litter in relative shade. Her throat aches from thirst, and the flies pursue her mercilessly. With great effort a litter of five is born; two girls, three boys. One of the girls gasps a little and then, upon tasting the polluted air, does not bother with the business of oxygen any further. The lioness nudges her under a bush, and suckles the remaining four. Giving the last of her life to them. The next morning she stumbles back to the gang of other lost lions, herding her young along the seering earth.
They are raised communally with the twenty or so other cubs belonging to the lionesses. Nobody is certain of their mother, and lionesses come and go in droves. The faces change constantly. Meadow quickly loses track of which tumbling boys are her brothers, and she cares little. Her sole focus is training so she can leave and build a stable life for herself as quickly as possible.
She bonds with no one. She hunts, she sleeps, she longs for water.
Then, at ten months old, she creeps away in the dead of night. She licks a little brown cub she is sure is one of her kin, and is gone. Nobody notices her absence.
For three years or more she lives a content, hermit life. Far away from the trouble of other felines, she no longer has to share her prey or follow the inexperienced lionesses as they trek far away from the scent of water. Loneliness lives perpetually within her, but bothers her little.
Cledorite lifts his head and scents the air. A female.. With an unusually strong trace. Could she possess the abnormality other kings dream of, the ability to bear six or eight cubs at a time? He must find her. He skips through the dense, deserted wood until he happens upon an intensely red lioness munching on a cleanly killed gazelle. He spends the afternoon carefully wooing her, until she agrees to return home with him.
Meadow hates having to be confined within a pride, but loves Cledorite dearly enough to bear it. The others may talk about her among themselves, but she knows they will never be truly skilled and that they could never survive without being mollycoddled within a safely kept territory. Despite this, she still longs for their acceptance. To curl up with them and be warm at night, to gossip and fuss over cubs together. She does her best, but they could never accept such a queer, forgian being as one of their own…
- Shadow -
It is the blackest of nights. Even the shadow creatures have retired beneath their duvets certain no good can come of such a foreboding dark. A singular being stirs the tense air- a wild horse, it’s mouth unnaturally large and hanging open as if in shock (though nothing would unnerve this creature). It gallops through the wilderness, awakening the young of every species and reminding them that, every so often, their nightmares do exist. It is an incarnate demon, whom travels the lands in the witching hours searching for it’s lost home. It’s hooves suddenly stir a mix of discarded stardust and soul that had been laying, neglected, upon the shores of a vast lake. It rises into the air and the water ripples.. The horse stops and watches, feeling a vague cousin of fear within its heart. The dust forms a solid being, in the shape of a lion. She fills her lungs with mortal air and, satisfied, uses it to proclaim the demon under her command. It rears and tosses a thin neck in fury but cannot fight the spiritual chains lain upon it. They walk side-by-side until they find a peaceful pride situated within two sloping caves. This will do- she will live among these earthlings for a spell.
Her new pridemates are delighted to have new company, and the king marvels at her ability to birth vast litters. But sometimes her random, morbid comments unnerve them. Sometimes, in the dead of night, they hear muffled hoofbeats and dread consumes them as they wonder who they have welcomed among them...[/spolier]
Edited on 25/01/21 @ 09:25:01 by ᴄᴀᴘᴘᴜᴄʜɪɴᴏ (#188320)