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This is adopt #106 of Version 5 of L.O.C! To be eligible to adopt you must mark the main thread, and fill out the form below! You must use a claim slot for this boy. This community is focused around participation and just really being a part of the group. If you are not up for being active in the community, please do not apply :c

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This boy has some pretty extensive fur edits on him! This includes a custom mane, tufts of fur on his elbows and heels, ruffled fur along his back and two ridges of thick fur on his nose.

If you have ANY questions PM me or other staff members. We will answer your questions to the best of our abilities.

Here! I even did a quick headshot of him to show off that luxurious mane of his. This art, however, cannot be used in any forms. It will be given to the winner.

art (C) -WillowKist/WillowTheElement

Username: Kara Danvers
Ownership Status: Non-Owner

LoC Name: Forte
Age: 392
Gender: Male
Element: Air
Allegiance: Rebellion
Rank: Base Warrior

Personality:

Hardened- Through 392 years of life, from his past as a prison guard to his present life as a base warrior, Forte has grown accustomed to the unpleasant aspects of both life and death. From this experience, Forte has become hardened to the more unfortunate parts of life, a trait very useful in such a time of war.

Funny- Though his sense of humor is rather odd and comes at seemingly inappropriate times (such as right after mourning a death), Forte considers himself to be quite funny. Between cracking the occasional joke and making small comments, Forte is often found expressing some form of humor (he does not understand sarcasm however, nor does it he find the concept of it to be funny).

Big Hearted- Despite not always seeming like the kind of lion who even has a heart, Forte does in fact have quite a big heart. The trouble with Forte is that he is so hardened and de-sensitized to violence that his heart doesn't often get a chance to be shown. But those around Forte during the darkest part of night, the time in which the monsters of your life reign free around your subconscious, one might see that Forte has a heart, and a big one at that.

Literal- Forte is a very literal lion. You ask him to do something, whether it's sarcasm or not, Forte will go do it. This lion simply does not understand sarcasm or have any real concept of figurative language, so one has to be careful when using it around him as he will take it quite literally.

Ruthless- In terms of what he will do for a cause, Forte can be described as rather ruthless towards any opposition or enemy. This ruthlessness however, is typically only applied towards what Forte believes to be a right cause, and usually does not affect other areas of the lion's life.

Moral Code- While Forte is willing to do almost anything for the cause he believes him, the lion will not attempt anything against his personal moral code. That said, Forte's moral code isn't always the same as the moral code expressed by other lions. So while Forte will kill another lion if ordered to do so, Forte will not kill a lioness or cub, his moral code keeping him from doing so.

Calm- Forte is a very calm and composed lion, rarely one to freak out and let emotions take over. It could be the middle of a battle, and Forte would be just as calm as if he were resting back at the base.

History:
Cubhood-
Forte was born in the Pride, a small tannish brown bundle of fur and potential. His mother was a tough lioness, never one for any sort of rule breaking or fooling around. It was her influence that motivated Forte to follow the rules of the Pride, as well as to follow in her place in becoming a prison guard. Forte's father was a soft spoken cub trainer, who showed Forte how to master his element. It was his father who instilled in Forte his moral code. Despite the rather unordinary path his life would take him, Forte's cubhood was rather ordinary, and looking back, the lion can remark that it is this time of his life that he misses the most.

Prison Guard-
From the time Forte could walk and talk, the lion knew he wanted to become a Prison Guard like his mother. He had heard stories of the criminals the guards helped keep in prison and protect the Pride from, and with the outbreak of war, Forte knew that it was a necessary position to take. So when the time came to move to his adult ranking, Forte didn't hesitate to choose the role of Prison Guard, and like the other new guards, was swiftly sent to prison planet Z-99. While Forte knew that adjusting to life on Z-99 was going to be hard, the one thing the young lion did not expect was the amount of prisoners. With the war only continuing to increase in severity, both sides had begun taking more and more prisoners, a fact clearly echoed by the fullness of the prison. In the beginning it was hard for Forte, living amongst some of the worst lions in the Cosmos, but as time passed, the young lion soon grew used to his environment. Daily riots began to no longer scare the young lion, and it didn't take long for him to adjust to the screams of the prisoners as "additional punishment" was dealt. Even the verbal threats on Forte's life no longer affected him, the young lion so desensitized to the violence. After a couple years of working as a guard, it began to seem like nothing would ever again affect or bother Forte, though the lion knew that when the lights when out and he was sent to get sleep for night, all of the demons he could avoid in the daytime, suddenly became more real. But despite Forte's ever occurring nightmares, the young lion seemed content with his role in the Pride, his mind convinced that he was doing the right job. Often times the prisoners, especially those of war, would try to plead the case of the rebellion to the guards, hoping to convert a few to their side. Forte had heard the pleas, but the lions who made them were quick to find that when it came to Forte, any persuasion against the Pride would fall on deaf ears. For a long while, Forte believed he was in the right, a long while that came to a swift end.

Change of Mind-
The day that would change Forte forever started like any other day. Z-99 was expecting a new wave of prisoners that morning, so everyone was working overtime to prepare, Forte included. Despite being rather sleep-deprived, the nightmares having been increasingly bad, Forte was overall quite content, the young lion having no idea the change in him that day would spark. Once the new prisoners had arrived, Forte and a few other guards were instructed to walk them to their cells, standard procedure. What wasn't standard procedure was that when the prisoner Forte was expected to walk stepped onto the planet, rather than being some burly rebellion lion, this prisoner was a young cub. The age of the prisoner completely caught Forte off guard, and for the first time in seemingly forever, the young lion was bothered. As he walked the cub to his cell, Forte's mind couldn't help but wonder why a cub was being kept in a prison full of such dangerous criminals. While he knew that the cub's presence on Z-99 must be deserved, Forte couldn't help but wonder why the Pride would allow for such a thing. This cub had it's whole life in front of it, but rather than be able to live that life, they were going to be left to rot on Z-99 for all of their years. After he had walked the cub to its cell, Forte decided to ask a fellow guard what the cub was in for, knowing better than to converse directly with the prisoner. After all, that was what this cub was, just another prisoner. The other guard told Forte that this cub was a rebellion lion of whom had been taken as a prisoner of war. The other guard appeared to have no issue with the age of the prisoner, so Forte decided to leave the matter be, the young lion figuring that eventually he would adjust to this just like everything else. But for some reason, Forte didn't adjust. Days passed by, weeks flew on the wind, and yet Forte was still bothered. The nightmares had also begun to worsen, the young rebel cub making an almost nightly appearance. Sleep-deprived and haunted by the feeling that something about this was genuinely wrong, Forte decided to do the one thing he could think of, he decided to talk to the cub. Getting access to the cub was not hard, Forte was easily able to get a switched guard position, but once he was able to talk to the cub, Forte discovered that he truly had no idea what to even say. He knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to know why the cub was in prison, as even though he knew that prisoner of war was the story the other guards told, Forte couldn't imagine the Pride imprisoning a cub for being a rebel. It's not like the cub possessed much threat to the Pride. They were much better off trying to rehabilitate the cub, rather than leaving it to rot on Z-99. Yet when Forte finally managed to strike up a conversation with the cub, the young lion was horrified to find that the stories were true. This cub was thrown in prison, simply because they rebelled against the Pride. Forte could not believe that the Pride he was so loyal to, could do such a thing, and as time passed, a seed of doubt in Forte's stance in the war began to grow.

Rebellion-
At first the doubt showed itself in the way Forte viewed the prisoners of war, but it was not long before that doubt also began to reveal things about the other guards. While "additional punishment" for the prisoners was allowed, Forte began to notice how the guards took advantage of the allowance and used it as a way to get back at prisoners for specific crimes. The prisoners of war were especially vulnerable to this, and Forte found himself more than once wanting to rush in and stop a guard who was getting overly brutal. It were these little things that added up to what would be one of the biggest decisions of Forte's life. The day the decision came was seemingly quiet, not at all the kind of day upon which Forte would expect a prison bust. Yet that was what came. It was mid-day when the bust began, the result of a rebellion attack on Z-99. Forte, like the rest of the prison guards, was caught completely off guard when all heck broke loose within the prison. The young lion was guarding the cell of the cub when he saw a group of the invading lions head towards him, elements swirling around them, rage bursting in their eyes. It was at this moment that Forte knew he had a choice to make. He could stick to his duty and try to defend the prison against the attack, or, he could use this as his chance to switch to what he was beginning to view as the correct side of the war. Forte knew that the rebels were in favor of new ways, and breaking the traditions, and after years of work as a prison guard, Forte had seen first hand the negative output of the Pride's traditions, and thanks to the seeds of doubt first planted by the imprisoned cub, Forte was finally able to view the traditions as wrong. So, when the rebel lions came at Forte ready to attack, the young lion did the one thing he never thought he would do, he switched sides. Moving quickly, Forte opened the cell door of the cub, trying to establish that he was changing to their side before they attacked him. Luckily for the young lion, the rebels took his prisoner release as a sign of friendship, and proceeded to help him free the rest of the prisoners of war. The invading group was not able to release everyone, but a good amount managed to get out before the prison was locked down, Forte and the rebel cub included. As he fled Z-99 with the rest of the rebels, Forte could not help but feel that for the first time in a long time, he was finally doing something right.

Night:
"G'night, Forte." With a small sigh, the base warrior plopped down on his bed, a small dusty area barely big enough to fit the grown lion. The only real thing that made the area qualify as a bed was the absence of rocks. It had been a few weeks since Forte had rebelled against the Pride back at the prison break out and despite claiming otherwise, the lion was having a hard time trying to cope. The first few days were rough, the rebel lions using a variety of "means" to try to determine if Forte was truly on their side or if he was a spy for the Pride. While the methods used to try to break him were harsh at times, Forte managed to pass the inquisition. The days following his "official" joining of the rebellion were merry and full of a mix of travel and celebration. It was after those few days that everything got hard again, and Forte first saw his face on a wanted poster. That was hard. What was even harder was the lion's eventual realization that he could never see his parents again. That was even harder. Then came the day Forte was first asked, or rather, first needed, to kill. It was a raid on the camp that he and his fellow base warriors had set up and were staying at. Forte had been the second lion that night to kill another, but in the battles and fights to come, Forte would always be the first. This was the hardest. Forte's subconscious deeply struggled with these, and the nightmares that had haunted him before, began to feel like dreams in comparison to the night terrors that came now. While through time, Forte had been able to get a little better at dealing with these things, the lion still struggled with the night terrors, which was why, on nights like tonight, he tried to put off slumber until he was meddling on the brink of exhaustion.
Resting his head on his paws, Forte knew that as soon as he closed his eyes he would drift into a weary, terror-filled slumber, so it was with great effort that the lion fought to keep his eyes open. Forte was able to hold his exhaustion at bay for a few peaceful moments, but it did not take long for the tiredness to overwhelm him into surrender. The second Forte's lime green eyes shut, the lion fell into a deep slumber, the several previous sleepless nights taking their toll. Once he reached a deep non-REM sleep, Forte's subconscious began to activate and the night terrors began. Images of his parents and cubs being imprisoned were only the start of Forte's night terrors, and as the images grew more terrifying, the lion began to shake and scream. The night terrors only lasted for twenty or so minutes, but to Forte it felt like an eternity before finally woke back up, his pelt wet with sweat, and his vocal cords sore from screaming. When he finally came back to an awake consciousness, Forte was not surprised to see another rebellion lion standing nearby watching him with concern, Forte's scream had the unfortunate habit of waking others up. "You alright mate?" The lion asked, genuine concern riddling their voice.
The question was so simple, yet it so completely caught Forte off guard. The lion was used to saying that everything was alright, that it was just a little nightmare, no need to worry, yet to answer in that way tonight felt like lying. So Forte instead gave the answer he felt to be the truth. "No. I'm not." He replied, the words settling in the cool night breeze. Without uttering another word, the rebellion lion padded closer over by Forte and plopped himself down on the ground. "Tell me about it." He said, looking to Forte in a way that reminded the young lion of how his father would talk to him whenever he got scared, back when he was just a cub. Feeling at ease for the first time that night, Forte began to tell the lion his story. The story of Forte.

Credit for the Artwork at the top of the form goes to @Squadrons

[G1 Sunstreaker]

Username: G1 Sunstreaker
Ownership Status: Nonowner

LoC Name:
Age: 392
Gender: Male
Element: Air
Allegiance: Pride or Rebellion
Rank: (select ONE) If Pride: Cub Trainer; Prison Guard; Pride Member | If Rebellion: Base Warrior

Personality:

History:

Art: (optional)

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Mmmm marking <3

[Medd-Lee]

Username: Meddled
Ownership Status: Proud owner of two! I'd love to give this guy a cubbin to support (aka Esh-Ban)

LoC Name: Marcas (MAR-cus)
Name Meaning: Rendered to Mars, warlike
Age: 392
Gender: Male
Element: Air
Allegiance: Pride
Rank: Performer

Performers are lions who make it their life to entertain. For a lion's leisure time or commute to somewhere amongst the pride's mountainous region, performers will be stationed for an audience. Performers also perform during festivals or ceremonies. This rank also has a big task. Selected performers, usually those who are more experienced, will be given the task to travel off planet for peace missions where they will gesture hospitality in regards for all loc kind to keep or make allies. There are no requirements for being a performer although it is preferable to have an element that can be manifested and can be used as an effect for their performance. (Example elements: Fire, water, air, earth, light, darkness, color, etc.) More advanced performers will be required to have a basic knowledge of self-defense if all goes bad on another planet. There is a broad choice of what a lion can choose to perform. Largely, performers are dancers and musicians, although there is trickery, acting, stunts, and storytelling. Performers do not include: fortune tellers, fighters/brawlers, skilled crafters, ...

Marcas is a performer. He takes his job seriously, and almost seems as if he is never off-duty. He works in trickery, but adds a story to it. A simple pebble disappearing act turns into a quest for the lost sapphire - littered with flying and audience participation. He's poplar with the younger lions, anywhere from 0-300. Older lions can find him childish and flamboyant, but not quite annoying.

Personality:

||Extrovert||Inviting||Loyal||
Marcas is one to how he feels in a loud, excited way. Anything he needs to express, he does. Happiness, love, anger, fear. Keeping it inside is not an option for him. In addition, he's welcoming to newcomers and prides lions with a past that needs dealing with. He's friends with virtually half the pride, and a kind of hero to the cubs. He's a loving, caring individual and hosts private grief presentations for those who have recently lost someone to the war. He really loves to make a difference in the pride, and hopes one day he can pass this on to an apprentice or even his own cubs.

||Lover||Compassionate||Epathic||
Marcas' performances always are tuned to his audience, whether he likes it or not. He finds it difficult to leave someone alone when they are sad, offering a passing embrace and a shoulder to lean on. He's extremely aware of the pride's losses and how it affects those around him, and even himself. He tries to let others know that their losses aren't felt alone. He is always ready to offer his soft, fluffy mane to cry into.

||Intuitive||Quick-thinking||Perceptive||
Marcas is an incredibly observant lion. This came about when he was young, in training. He was intent on being a warrior for the first 150 years, but when he realized his affinity for trickery, he began to look for another way to fulfill his life. He's clever and uses this constant ability to think past his opponent to keep lions clueless as to what happened. He's good at keeping lions in suspense, and their attention focused on him.

||Anxious||Eidetic||Guilty||
Marcus has an eidetic memory. On very short notice he can recall with absurd detail images and facts. This makes his job both harder and easier. He can learn new tricks in a breeze, but he fears what reaction he will get when it is performed. He also remembers everything he sees, so this poses a lot of problems for if he has to fight. He remembers almost every lion he's seen die in the war, and can accurately recall details of his parents. Initially it was thought that hi talents were wasted as a prides member with his gifts, but he is actually glad he stayed behind. He's not sure he could handle being on the front lines. Instead, he enjoys making others more comfortable at home.

History:
Marcas's life revolves around the war. His parents fought in the war, his siblings grew up to be warriors. His mane saved home from only the front lines, he sees what lies behind.

I opened my eyes to my loving mother, her battle-scarred face, and my father beside her, looking proud of his son. The day was calm, they told me, when I was born. A blessing in the war-torn world of our species. My mother and father had been resting, awaiting their newborn children. But the next day, the war dragged on.
From my very first moments, I tried to make others smile. I'd reach small kitten paws for my mother to make her smile, I'd lay next to each of my siblings when they were upset. I made sure everyone had a wonderful cub snuggle. Sometimes even strangers. My mom had a handful of a time trying to keep me from injuring myself trying to cheer up someone with a barrel of soft fur to the side.

When I began training, I learned much quicker than others. My mother glowed with pride that I would be a great warrior someday. My siblings grew fast, too, and it became suddenly apparent one day that I and my sister both had amazing memories - the kind that remembered information on the first go. We became some kind of legend for a short time before the fascination faded away and became a tool in training. It became annoying trying to work with trainers who were used to repetition.

When my 200th birthday came, I became nervous and began pacing. My mother asked me what was wrong an I confessed I was worried I'd become a warrior and she would be disappointed. She pulled me close and made sure that I knew she would be happy with whatever I decided. I relaxed a little and waited. When it finally came, and my mane showed itself, I thanked the dust for giving me what I wanted and disappeared to take time to practice a show to do for my siblings to celebrate. Ethreal seemed to enjoy my surprise for them, and asked me afterwards if I wanted to be a performer. I agreed.


There isn't much in the way of extras but I really wanted to develop his personality. Thank you for reading!
My cooldown should be over as well. I love this guy.

[steamplonk]

mark to watch!

[giraffidae]

ohhhoh interesting! gonna have to try ;u;

Username: legend-
Ownership Status: three-or-less (currently only have a wee bab)

LoC Name:
Age: 392
Gender: Male
Element: Air
Allegiance: Pride or Rebellion
Rank: (select ONE) If Pride: Prison Guard; Pride Member; Performer | If Rebellion: Base Warrior
Personality:
History:
Art: (optional)
Extras: (optional)

[ThatDragonAdara]

Username: ThatDragonAdara
Ownership Status: non-owner

LoC Name: Theodore
Age: 392
Gender: Male
Element: Air
Allegiance: Rebellion
Rank: Base Warrior

Personality:

History:

Art: (optional)

Extras: (optional)

Wip :3

[shawty-cs]

Username: tøyger
Ownership Status: non-owner !

LoC Name:
Age: 392
Gender: Male
Element: Air
Allegiance: Pride
Rank: prison Guard

Personality:

History:

Art: (optional)

Extras: (optional)

[Cinnamon Heart]

Username: StripySeagull
Ownership Status: non-owner

LoC Name: Kitch
Age: 392
Gender: Male
Element: Air
Allegiance: Pride
Rank: Pride Member

Personality:

History:

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Wip

[strawbee]

Nark

[River Song]

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--ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ--

username; River Song
ownership status; non-owner
name; Dynatá ti Mýti
nickname; Dynatá, Dyn
rank; prison guard
gender; male
age; 392
element; air
allegiance; pride

There will be bad days.
Be calm. Loosen your grip,
opening each palm slowly
now. Let go. Be confident.
Know that now is only a
moment, and that if
today is as bad as it gets,
understand that by tomorrow,
today will have ended.

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--ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs--

Personality:
Loud- Dynatá has a tendency to be extremely present in whatever he is doing. He well hum, and sing, and even talk out loud when alone, and when with others he is constantly talking. His very presence is loud. Heavy footsteps, rattling armour, heavy breaths. Everything about Dyn is loud, even his expressions and gestures. If he is happy, it is evident on his face. If he is talking, he is very animated, using his ears and paws to express himself.

Easily excitable- Despite coming from a prestigious, "greater than thou" bloodline, Dynatá holds none of the regality of his ancestors. Instead, he has a happy-go-lucky outlook on life, getting excited by even the smallest of things. "Oh, a butterfly!" Or, sometimes, "Look, we got a new prisoner!" This lion does not care what it is, even on the worst days he will find something that makes him beam.

Obnoxious- Dynatá does not have much of a filter between his brain and his mouth. If he thinks something, he will say it, and this can easily come off as quite rude. He does not hesitate to give compliments, however he also is quick to critique others as well, for things they may or may not be able to control. He will sometimes apologize, but more often than sometimes he does not.

Childlike- Dynatá is carefree and a happy spirit. Nothing you say can put him down, and although he can be a bit arrogant, overall he is unconcerned with the world. He is entranced by the little things, the morning dew and the way the whorls in wood look like a face of you look at it just right. He is not worried about politics, or concerned for his future with the pride. Instead, he is content to be in a middle ground, not for or against anything in the world, just living.

Anxious- While this heavy maned lion does his best to not let this show, a lion who knows him well would tell you that Dyn has a constant fear of rejection. He is always concerned about what he says, but only after he says it. He does his best to stay close to his friends, worrying that if he leaves their side they will run away.

Petty- Although this lion is not prideful, he is sure to take small issues and make them into something bigger. He is very stubborn once he sets his heart to something, and does not easily cave. He will hold short grudges for no particular reason, however he will also apologize after. He tends to be a bit stuck up, and once he's set, he cannot be swayed.

History:

Dynatá's name literally translates into "loud nose" and this is because his family is deeply steeped in tradition. Any cub who inherits nose tufts receives the ti Mýti "surname". The ti Mýti lions are prideful, and quite arrogant of their supposedly superior bloodline. They commonly become warriors, and do this with pride and valor. However, when Dynatá came along, he was an exception.

The sandy pelted cub twitched his nose as he snuffed at a tuft of grass. The world held many wonders in it, some he had just started to discover. Recently, he had discovered stinging insects, an event that had left his pawpads sore for days. Today, however, Dynatá ti Mýti was on a special mission. He had seen something moving in the bush, and the small cub was determined to investigate. He lashed his tail back and forwards, scrunched up his pale nose and-
He froze. The creature in the push stared back at him, two beady eyes blinking softly. The cub tilted his head, and gave a small mewl. The animal in the bush suddenly lighted into the air, it's dark feathers glistening in the midday sun. Dynatá called after it with a strange chirp, and then a louder mewl. To the small cubs dismay, the animal did not come back. He gave a mournful grunt, and a small, dismayed sigh.

From an early age he was a loud cub, mewling, wailing and making a bizarre assortment of sounds. As Dynatá aged mentally, he became more aware of his lineage. He did not outright reject it, however he also didn't outright accept it. To his family's dismay, he was completely indifferent about his bloodline. It became evident quickly that he would not make a good warrior. While he could fight relatively well, he much preferred to talk, or crack bad jokes. While other cubs would playfully wrestle, he would go off by himself to happily watch the clouds. As he matured, he began to distance himself from his family, instead deciding he would become a performer. His sister, Charitoméni ti mýti, a proud lion and skilled warrior. She did not approve of Dynatá's decision to not become a warrior, and their confrontations often escalated to violence. Eventually, Char disowned him, refusing to acknowledge their blood tie. Because of his earlier actions, his sister would still not accept his decision to not be a warrior when his mane came in. If anything, this shamed her even more, as she viewed his mane, and Dynatá himself, as a taint to the bloodline. This stybbron refusal to accept him pushed Dynatá away from his family, and he spent a hundred years not talking to them.

When Dynatá entered the world of performance, he was shocked at what he found. Although on stage many lions were charming, energetic, and everything he wanted to be, behind the curtain they were not their stage personas. Many of them knew of the ti mýti's vanity, and Dynatá was shunned from the hub of artists. After struggling for around seventy years, he determined that he could not be a performer.

The heavily maned lion gave a sigh as he padded quietly through the now empty festival grounds. He raised his head to the darkening sky, green eyes glinting in the rays of the dying sun. The sandy coated lion gave a soft exhale, his breath wuffing loudly. He tried to be sad about his decision. He did his best to keep the bounce from his step and the happy glint from his eyes, but anyone could see that something was making Dynatá ti Mýti exceedingly happy. He let his mane fall over one eye, and did his best to frown. Dynatá could not ignore the smile that pulled at the edge of his lips, and gave his head a violent shake. He was supposed to feel sad. He was supposed to regret this. However, as hard as Dynatá tried, he could not feel anything except for relief. He gave his head a shake again. What was wrong with him? He should at least feel a sliver of something. And he did. He felt a sliver of joy at leaving what had once been his dream.

After quitting his job of being a performer, Dynatá spent a while lost. However, he eventually decided that the path for him would be that of a prison guard. Although he is a generally soft lion, he had trained to be a warrior, and had the skills needed. His impressive size was also a benefit, if only for intimidation. He is quite benevolent towards the prisoners, and uses his skills as a storyteller when outside their cells. He does his best to keep a cheery attitude, and will refuse to hurt anyone unless absolutely necessary. Because of him taking a role as a prison guard, his family has gradually begun talking to him again, and the first to speak to him was Charitoméni, his sister.
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