Name:
Malice

Status:
Sub-male

Bio:

Cold. Heartless. Bringer of death and pain and suffering. Bodies torn apart. Cubs threaten with death for defending those starving during the Great Hunger. No one is safe. Not the rat in his jaws. Not the one by his side who scouts his prey. Not his own sister.

Alone he patrols his Queen's land. Exiled from the caves lest he lure others into his callous ways. But in his isolation, his power and lust for death grows. It clings to him. It is one with him. And he will bring it to any who stands in his way.

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Name:
Ailsa

Status:
Daughter of the spawn of the Harbinger of Death, adopted as a cub

Bio:

Why were animals starving? Why was it, when she was here surrounded by warmth and food, were there animals who were barely alive? Silfur returned one day with a starving puppy, so weak it could barely stand. Ailsa had stopped playing. The reality of the world beyond the den had hit.

Creatures were suffering...

Her toys were pushed aside as she approached, sniffing the poor thing and beginning to groom it. Her own meals were skipped so it could get some food. No one else was allowed to approach the puppy she adopted, not even her 'brother' Malice, who told her it was kinder to let the mongrel die. She had stared him down, claws bared, and dared him to try. It took one of the other lionesses stepping in before she backed down. But not before it came to blows. Malice walked away with blood dripping from his tail, and she bore a deep scar on her neck. It should have killed her. She refused to fall to his teeth.

Not long later, a cub just barely younger than she was brought home and there was no debate. The cub was hers and she refused to leave its side. Slowly, ever slowly, her wards would begin to regain strength. And from that day on she vowed. They would never do without while she lived in luxury. If they starved, she starved. If they had plenty, she had plenty. And any she found that were struggling, would find rest in her paws.

Her pup one day found a new home. Stronger. A protector of the ones suffering. Her cub vowed to stay. For no one else made her feel safe. No one else protected her. There was no one else she trusted. To this day, that lioness heeds her word. One whisper and she knows were she is protected. Touch her. Touch her lioness. And face the wrath of power none in lion-kind have ever felt before.

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Name:
Veni

Status:
Daughter of the Queen of the Hunt, forced into royalty by her mother's marriage. She ran the moment she was old enough to fend for herself.

Bio:

Chains shift as the lioness stretches across the floor of her cave, nuzzling into the Leoponess she seduced the night before. Soft, gentle strokes of her tongue against fur coax sleepy, loving purrs into the morning air. But is this to last?

Daughter of the hunt, Veni is not one to rest. Pride to pride she roams, luring away lionesses curious to the charms of a female and their roars reach to the stars above. Come morning, she roams again. Many a King has driven her off. Many a night has been spent alone. But her wayward heart never rests.

Always another charming purr. Another honeyed word. Another night on the run. Running from her name. Running from the title she wishes she never held. For she is not the royal daughter she is destined to be. She is of the land. She is of the hunt. And her heart lies in finding the love she craves. The love she can never seem to grasp.

Perhaps one day it will come to rest in the paws of the last one she expects. But until then...maybe she can keep this lover for one more night.

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Pride Lore

First king:
Edoda

Kind and fatherly, he ruled his pride with love. But he was not a fighter. Violence was avoided as much as possible and he preferred to sit and talk. Play with his cubs and guide them into lionesses who were strong and powerful. Caring and just. But such a king could not protect his pride from the emerging hyena threat. So another needed to take his place. And among those he had taken into his pride, he selected a young male named Silfur, and entrusted his lands to him.

Second king:
Silfur

Allowing Silfur to take charge was a mistake. Strong and fierce, there were few who would withstand his might. Lions, prey, and humans alike fell before him. But he didn't have the knowledge to lead. His wives purred in his ear, soothing words to lure him to fulfill their whims when he was not off chasing a new lady for the night and the welfare of his people began to crumble.

Malice began to reign terror on the cubs below him and none were safe from his wrath. Ailsa rose to fight, and the two have come to blows again and again as she fought the injustice allowed to run free. Lionesses and cubs starved. The herds left the plains. Hyenas pressed in around them and Aela, reader of stars and spirits, said that the pride would cease to be in changes were not made.

No one listened. Silfur was too busy with his desires, his wives vied for the throne, and the cries of his children reached the stars. Something had to be done. But no one in the mortal realm could do anything...

Third and current king:
Jasmine

Daughter of Ankh. Child of the Breath of Life himself. The pleas of innocent souls reached her ears and she could no longer sit idle and leave them to suffer. So she left the realm of the gods and came to the savannahs. Grass and life spread through drought-filled lands as she approached the cave of the King, head held high. Silfur should have seen the threat. But all he saw was another beautiful female to add to his pride. Such desire was to be swiftly punished.

Claws of sunlight ripped through fur and his cries echoed for all to hear. But mercy was shown. He was allowed to live if he stepped down and Silfur changed. Began to teach his cubs to be brave. Be strong...as he should have been. Jasmine took the pride and implemented new ways to live. Corruption was stomped out. Malice was sent to explore to keep him from corrupting the young ones. The selfish queens were driven out. At last...the pride lands were at peace...and all could rest in the light of the Sun.

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Name:
Lilith

Status:
The Siren of the night. The Queen of Spiders.

Bio:

Lilith is nowhere as cold or fierce as she looks. She is a lover of life. Bubbly and kind and sweet. But her heart doesn't skip through flowers or rest in the hunt. She is a daughter of Sirens, the haunting voice over the savannahs that lure the restless spirits or give the bravest of kings nightmares if they do not know it is her. She is a mother. Warm and kind. But not all her children walk on four paws.

As often as she plays with her cubs, she is also the mother of spiders. They chitter their stories to her and their silk is her bed at night. They skitter in her fur, dance among her claws. But with her, they are safe and they follow her softest purrs. So woe to thee who push her past her loving heart. One may find spiders dancing on your grave when the wolf whom she loves, the dragon she respects, and the cobra she calls brother find you.

Whatever is left will become her children's playthings. And none will remember you existed.

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Name:
Corrupted Sun

Status:
Daughter of Khatir, Fallen Angel and Antoinetta Marie, Speaker of the Black Hand

Bio:

Harkon's arrow flew. Auriel's Bow had been claimed by the vampires of old, the blood of Coldharbour claiming the skies and darkening the world. The sun was corrupted, and life was doomed to struggle as the being of the night walked free. This corruption seeped into even the most innocent of creatures. A cub born of the fires of the sky and a speaker of the Black Hand, head of the Dark Brothers and Sisters of the night who claim the blood of those destined for Sithis.

She should have been born bright. A cub of warmth and kindness. But her connection to the very thing tainted by the blood of the Daedra claimed her at birth, marking her mother as well. Fur blackened by Harkon's crimes and horns born of the powers of destruction, she claimed her affliction as her name. Corrupted Sun grew into a fierce guardian of those who suffered from the eternal eclipse. Daedra heed her cry.

Pray she does not put you in her sights.

None will survive her wrath or the claws in the shadows that she commands.

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Foreshadowing for the new king.

Feim Zii Gron

Whispers grow and waiver in the shadows around the bloodied lands of the Corrupted Sun, calling all around to listen. The young Queen sits tall in her den, tail flicking in suspicion.

Laas Yah Nir

Lionesses around Corrupted gasp and scramble back, watching as her fur begins to glow red, marking her to the winged creature slinking through the shadows, a creature from the planes of Oblivion itself moving silently by her side.

Krii Lun Aus

The Queen sways on her paws, shifting from her prime years to older, bloodstained fur greying as she reaches the final year of life. Her lips curl in a snarl as she glares at the hidden figure, claws digging into the earth.

"Who are you?"

She growls rising to her feet, crouching down to fight the unknown.

Gaan Lah Haas

She stumbles as her body begins to weaken, claws digging in once more as she tries to remain standing. To protect her lands. Doom-shaded eyes glare ahead, defiant.

"You have violated the name of Sithis...taken his followers, his beloved children...and used them. Claimed them as your own. Father is displeased with you, Corrupted of Harkon's blood. It is time the Family returned to its proper glory. And it shall not be under your rule."

The answering voice is cold, overlapping, yet comforting to those who dedicate themselves to the Dread Father. A cool breeze on a burning day to lull you off to rest.

Rii Vaaz Zol

A large, teeth-laden smile grows in the shadows as the figure laughs low and soft.

"On your dying day, your soul belongs to Father. And your pride...belongs to me. Count your days. For you are marked. And I will not be stopped or deterred. You have been warned."

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Krii Lun Aus

Status:
Daughter of Sithis

Bio:

Seven children slain by the Night Mother in honor of the Dread Father. An eighth was born, whisked away by the Black Hand and sheltered. Hidden...

Sithis took her to the Void, where all souls tainted by bloodshed fueled by malice are destined to serve at his feet. It filled her. Consumed her. Twisted her. Darkness was her bed. Blood her food. The cold embrace of death the warmth that lulled her to sleep in the endless depths of the Void. There she was named.

Krii Lun Aus. Kill. Leech. Suffer. Marked for Death.

Her lust for death was harnessed as her body changed. Wings as black as the Void grew from her back, spreading wide and strong. Her jaw lengthened, rows of teeth more akin to the Daedra lining her mouth in a wide, toothy grin. Her thirst for blood was so strong it seeped into her eyes, staining them forever.

She kills without conscience. The deserving die and their blood will grace her fur. Only her Family...and the truly innocent lives of cubs are spared. All others will fall by her jaws or those of her Sisters. But to those brave enough to seek her embrace...she shall treat them as Queens, leave them breathless...and they shall never forget their night with Death.

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Den Description for Krii Lun Aus:

Zul Mey Gut

Three words spoken in a whisper and yet carried to every corner of the lands. Lionesses step from the shadows, black pawprints on their shoulders and cowls hiding their faces as they heed the quiet call. In the center of the group, wings as black as night spread proud behind her sits a daughter of Sithis. Her eyes trail over each of her sisters, lips curled into a large smile.

"My beautiful Sisters...it is time we return our Family to its former glory."

She rises to her feet, eyes flashing as bloodied claws dig into the earth beneath her.

"You have been used. Mislead. Guided away from Father's embrace! But no more. We are the daughters of Sithis himself! You in spirit...I by blood. Together we will reclaim our name. Reclaim the fear the Night Mother's name whispered in darkened alley's strikes to the heart of those marked to serve in the Void! Rise, my Sisters...Rise! Serve the Dread Father well...and you will be rewarded!"

Her roar echoes, the cries of her Dread Sisters rising to meet her as they fade into the shadows once more. Form by form disappears. And in time...Krii Lun Aus stands alone. And her eyes turn to you.

"Be wary, traveler. For the shadows hold more than meets the eye. The innocent lives of cubs and those of my Family are safe. The unknown...must prove themselves. Tread carefully...and rest in the Night Mother's embrace."

Feim Zii Gron

Her voice fades as she is enveloped in red mist, disappearing from sight.

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