[Red weasel]

Lost interest ~

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((hello! I am a very recent owner.
i have only one loc, aiyanna the female tracker.
& i would love to make this boy my first male<3)

haji
((japanese name meaning "shame"))
(a name chosen for his mothers infidelity,
but came to bear much more importance than that)

male
((he identifies his sex as biologically male. he has never struggled with his gender identity.))

215 years
((only recently a young adult))
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kill - "the most basic and feared power for someone with my element. death. by merely touching someone, I can kill them. isn't that thought terrifying to you? well, it is to most other lions, since its one of the reasons that I am heavily avoided. its as if they don't believe I have control over it, the fools... not everyone or everything I touch dies. that's not how it works. its only when I chose to release the mist does it kill. the mist is something my body produces, no one really know how it works, but it holds the basis of this power. I can change it from being either black or translucent, although in battle being clear has more advantage. but when another lion is bothering me and I feel like scaring them off, I let out a hint of my black mist to freak them out and they bolt. its why, commonly, every step I take I release some, and the ground is scorched black where my paws walk."
cripple/wound - "technically this ability is just the simpler, less dangerous version of the previous power. with simple touch from my paws, a bite from my canine teeth/fangs, or the mist from my pores, I can cause serious injury without actually killing. I have the ability to control my powers to being a small, tiny amount of pain or a deep crippling pain. I use this power in battle, but also when I don't want to appear like a killer. I can start it out as a small wound, but with time I can continue to control it until it becomes deadly, and the other lion is vanished from this life as if they passed from a heart attack or a stroke; quick and fast."
see spirits - "ah yes, I remember when I first experienced this ability.. I was a cub, and I thought I must truly have been going crazy. all around me there appeared these apparitions, these ghostly/airy looking lions. I tried talking to them, and many were spooked at the fact that I could see them. however, the living lion cubs around me thought I was loony and called me a skitz. stupid little things. this was when I began to truly experience the afterlife, what it was like. it was a bit heartbreaking. I didn't have any friends, so I would follow different spirits on different days, to see what they were doing or who they were watching. the amount of lions that would watch over a mate or a child, the utter sadness and pain in their eyes, it killed me. that is, until I came to the realization that no one up there was looking at me like that. no one cared about me, about my life or my pain. it was one of the things that hardened my heart."
visit deceased - "likely my fondest of my powers... I have the ability to not only communicate with those who have crossed over to the other side, but also the ability to walk with them. they are truly the only lions that I hold respect for, and some actually view as my friends. the power itself is quite simple, and yet took the longest to master of all my skills. it is also a very delicate process, for being interrupted during this state has caused many lions to be lost in the spirit world, their bodies becoming limp and, although still physically alive, never awaking again. this is why most lions that have this ability choose not to try and achieve it, for it is seen as far too dangerous by many. of course, danger is who I am, so why try and blank out a part of me? the spirit world can be visited not in my sleep, although that is a common misconception, but when I am in a trance-like state. I typically go off on my own to some far away corner of the land to avoid being bothered, but just in case, I have learned to make myself appear asleep in this situation. and every lion in the land has been warned to not wake me when I sleep, for I am "grumpy". its not my fault that others find reasons to hate me more than they already do."


Tracker
"ah yes, that is correct. i am seen as useless to the scouts, so i was brushed off as a tracker. and while I am good at my job, i feel as though I would be much more content with my life if i were roaming as a nomad. however, my 'mum' would never let me leave, and she is the one lion I care about. I would never be able to hurt her like that.."

cold. reserved. distant. calm. loner. intelligent. clever.
recluse - "I am one who favors a life of solitude. unlike most of my kind, who prefer the comfort and safety of living in a large pride, I would be far more content to wander the planet on my own, not having to worry about protecting lions that I've never met, or doing jobs I couldn't care less about. but since leaving the pride is not an option for me, at least not as long as my mother is alive, I have to deal with it the best that I can. so I keep to myself as much as possible and I avoid large groups or gatherings with a passion. if the alpha calls a pride meeting, I can guarantee that I will be all the way at the back or in the corner, keeping myself out of the mass of bodies. it's not that I'm claustrophobic and would feel fear surrounded by that many lions in such close proximity; I would just be uncomfortable and be willing to shed my own skin if it meant the ability to get away."
perceptive - "I have more insight in regards to, well, everything going on in the pride than anyone would ever give me credit for. I mean, true, none of them are aware of my intuitive nature. because I am not a busybody, or one who enjoys the presence of others, I make up for my lack of gossip by simply paying close attention. i cannot stand the lions that pick at every little detail about a rumor and then talk as though it were complete fact. i refuse to believe anything that swirls around falsely, and instead have grown up to be very observant of everything going on around me at all times. since i am a tracker, i have especially excellent hearing, as well as my other senses, and i have grown adapt to using them in everyday life ."



"I am danger. I am a killer. I am death..."
"most creatures cannot remember their childhood. if they do, they only can see glimpses of memories, nothing full, nothing set in stone. and most certainly, they do not remember their first hundred days of life; their time as a 'newborn'. but i do. because even on that first day, on the day that i was born, i knew i would forever be an outcast. there was no hope for me, no chance that i could have the opportunity to make something right and everything would be okay. i would always be known for two things; the horror of my parents mistakes, and the grotesque nature of my deformity.

akuhei was my father's name and it fit him perfectly; translated, it means 'evil'. and that he was. a cruel and devious being, he followed under the rule of hyperion, and was set in his mind that he would destroy the pride. he wanted the death of the alpha, and the destruction of everything that was held dear to all. nothing sacred would last; no ranks, no ceremonies, no traditions. he believed that us lions had strayed too far from the way nature intended us to be, and needed to all be wiped out in order to start from scratch. he has the blood of many deaths on his paws, the untimely deaths of multitudes of innocents on his head, but he felt no remorse or guilt for his actions. he was, however, foolish for one moment, trying to get a healer of the pride to leave and join him and his leader, to help them with injuries in their battle against the peace. and he did get her to fall in love with him, but he got too close, and was captured and sent off to the prison planet.

years passed, but somehow, and to this day no one knows how, he escaped. he returned to the planet, and found my mother again; emiko, meaning 'beautiful'. despite his crimes, she still loved him, and they ran away together, planning on finding hyperion and rejoining him and his, hopefully, growing forces. before finding the dark male, thankfully for me, my mother had gotten pregnant. they were right near the border of where the pridelands stop and the unknown lands begin, when she went into labor. that was the day that i came into existence. it was the first, and last time i ever saw my parents, and yet, i still remember exactly what they looked like as i squinted to see them through the bright light all around.

my father looked like pure evil. when you think of a demon, you think of all black with red eyes piercing through you; that was him. he has a thick mane that was sticky with dried blood, and his eyes, like mine, gave off a light mist; his being red, like his eyes. my mother was just the opposite. a vision, she was a soft blue color, with some sort of white markings running through her pelt. her eyes were soft, although a deep blue, and she had folded wings across her back. but neither of them looked at me the way a cubs parents normally would. instead, i was looked at with repulsion from my father, and shock from my mother. my akuhei slashed at me, causing a deep scar to my back leg (which is where i now wear my band, covering the injury that causes me to have a slight limp). i was left there, expected to die of starvation and dehydration.

luckily, that same day, the alpha had sent out several scouts to fly over some of the unknown lands, to try and better understand the geographical layout of the land, and one of them scented the blood that was seeping from my leg, and found me. as a newborn, i was rushed to the healers, which is where i first met my mother; avril. the bloodloss was so great, since my father had hit some sort of artery or something, that it was a shock i was saved; then again, she wasnt the head healer for no reason. ive never asked her if she knew my real mother, since she too was a pride healer, but thats probably because i couldnt care less about her. avril is all that ive ever needed.

needless to say, the rumors began to spread from the moment i was flown into the pride's home. several weeks later, when i was finally well enough to move, i was brought up before the alpha in a pride meeting. he would judge if i would be allowed to remain in the pride and prove my worth, or be kicked into the unknown lands to fend for myself and surely die. luckily, or unluckily depending on how you view it, he decided to let me live. there was only one problem; i was being called a monster, a demon, a disgrace whom the gods had deformed as punishment for my parents crimes. i would only be allowed to stay in the pride if someone was willing to take me in and raise me as their own; to give me a home and care for me.

however, as he spoke those words, and awaited a response from someone, anyone, the entire pride was silent, so quiet a pin could have been heard drop, no one moving, hardly breathing. I was small, cowering there in my own shame, when a strong voice called out "he will be my son" and that was the end of that. my mother, avril, the head healer that had saved my life once, had done it again. and, as they say, the rest is history."


~avril "this is my adopted mother; I would do anything to attain her happiness. our relationship isn't complicated or difficult to understand; if anything, it is the one thing in my life that is simple. although not by blood, she is my mom. she is the one who took me in when i was abandoned and had no one; she is the one that raised me and showed me kindness and compassion as a cub. when everyone else shunned me and pushed me away, she pulled me close and gave me more love than I could ever repay her for. I owe her my life and I would die to keep her safe."
~aylin - "oh yes, this beautiful female is my only friend. I am not the fondest of her mate, nor is he of me, but thankfully we both respect each other enough that my relationship with aylin has been able to continue despite their mateship. aylin and I are not similar in regards to our personalities, but we compliment each other in every way that matters. we both know what its like to grow up on the outside, with no one really caring about us. we both were abandoned by our parents, who saw us as useless and worthless due to our lack of abilities. my single wing, her deafness.. we were two misfits, but together we finally had a place to fit in. we met as cubs, and although it took awhile to get used to each other and not push each other away, we grew together because we were both shunned by our other peers."
~aiyanna - "oh my goodness she is utterly a nuisance; the bane of my existence. she is like a bug that I want to squash under my paws and would feel absolutely no remorse about. technically, there isn't anything wrong with her. but we have a history; one I wish didn't exist but ive learned to accept. when my parents abandoned me and I was brought to the pride in a meeting, to discuss my future and what to do with me, aiyanna was the first cub to openly sneer and laugh at my flaws, causing the others to join in. even the adults had to stifle themselves, for they wouldn't be able to get away with making fun of me infront of the alpha like the other cubs could. ever since then, I have felt nothing but hatred towards the lioness."
~kirito - "oh good lord. I simply cannot stand this foolish and impudent male. he is cocky and arrogant and has far too big of a head for his body; not that its filled with anything other than air. I have never, nor will I ever, feel any sort of positive emotions towards him. when I was a cub, I was subject to bullying and teases, both verbal and physical forms of torture, due to my flaws. my parents being who they were, and my birth defect, gave everyone a reason to pick on me. this al'ahmaq (arabic word for a**hole) was one of the worst, and most constant, and I shall never forget, nor forgive, him for it."
~hyperion - "this lion is known for his cruelty, his smooth way with words, and, oh yes, for being someone that my criminal of a father admired and followed around. my father had absolutely no problem doing anything that hyperion wished, for he too sought to take down the alpha and destroy the pride by any means necessary. the pair were not technically friends, but my father was considered the cruel male's second in command, until he was caught and imprisoned at least, and due to this connection to my blood family, I despise the lion with every ounce of blackness there is in my soul."
~aquila - "ah yes, this lioness is, well... its difficult to explain. I don't really have friends, per say, aside from aylin, but if I were to call her something I suppose I could label her as an acquaintance or a friend, although not extremely close. just like the winds in which she controls, she is free to flutter around as she wishes, not tied down to anything or anyone specific, and I do admire her spirit and her nature. although we aren't likely to get into any deep and serious conversations, I would have no problem just laying next to her for hours and enjoying the silence of her company, or following her into trouble as she travels and explores farther out lands that many other lions fear."
~ishabba - "to be completely honest, and I swear if anyone ever hears of this i'll go mad with my singular lack of judgment, I'm a bit jealous of this lioness. yes it is true that she is quite attractive, although I would never go about spouting off about her beauty for I don't have any desire to get in a fight with her mate eztli. however, I admire her greatly. she was not happy living her life in the pride, being confined to her den and seeing others fear her due to her powers, and so she simply left. I am jealous because she was able to become a nomad with no worries about hurting anyone or causing trouble; she was able to achieve what I desperately want, and that is freedom."
~diana - "ah yes, this lioness is quite.. interesting. we have a strange sort of relationship, and to be truthful I'm not quite sure what to call it. if I am correct in my assumption, she is seeking after me for some reason that I do not know. it almost seems as though she desires to have me court her, but I am not really looking for a mate, or any sort of romance. while I will admit that she is a very beautiful being, and her fierce nature appeals to me, the way that she was raised, on another planet, pampered like a princess, she is a bit vain, and if she ever truly desires to be with me she'll have to show me that she isn't always so pompous."




(((i just want to say thank you to everyone that helped me in this form! whether it be allowing me to use your lions as relations, or doing art pieces for me, I greatly appreciated the help of each and every one of you!!)))

[dragoncool97]

He's very handsome! He kinda looks like he'd be a sibling/relative if my LoC Hodurgan. (Feel free to use any of my lions if you want them as friends and whatnot)

[dragoncool97]

Sorry for double posting but I'd also be willing to do art of him for any of your forms

[White Fox]

EDIT: Sorted artist details, pm me if there's anything else you'd like broken*!

Username: Mr. Grey

L.O.C. Name: Taryn (TAR-IN) for short, or Taranis (TAR-RA-NIS) for those who don't know him well.

This name was chosen for a very specific meaning. His first name that he chooses to be refered by has various interpretations. In Norse-celtic it stands for thunder which represents his personality and reflects the rage he feels within himself. Whilst in Greek it means "the reaper". This shows Taryn's strength in battle as he is feared among his foes for being the bringer of death. It also links in with his element which is 'death'. He walks so slightly along the ground that he cannot be heard even when the wind does not blow making others believe he is a living angel of death. This makes him an excellent tracker and his deathly silence is a skill that others find un-nerving. Finally in Russian it means "frozen". This also translates into his personality in the form of his cold and unwelcoming nature. He is both beautiful and deadly at the same time. Much like the coldest winters. He usually remains emotionless and others rarely knows what he's thinking. However, his otherwordly beauty makes him an extrodinary sight to behold and whilst he scares many he is also greatly admired. Finally the full name given to him by his enemies, or lions who have engaged in battle with him. Taranis, refers to the Celtic God of Thunder. He is referred to as such due to the electric aura that seems to flow out of him. The air around him seems to crackle when he becomes angry because of the tension and it's hard to breath for anyone standing near him due to his electric blue eyes which seem to strike fear into others. All his fur stands on end and his eyes, stripes and tail begin to glow with light, some believe he can see into their souls at that moment, it has been found near impossible to look away.

Gender: Male

- Pixel reprensentation of Taryn's eye color change by me



Element: Death


Taryn possesses one of the original 14 elements, Death. Lions with this gift can; kill anything they touch, create crippling wounds, visit the dead or see dead souls. Growing up alone Taryn never really had anyone to show or teach him his powers so they were all very strange and new to him.

The Touch: It was horrifying. The first time I discovered what my paws could do it shocked me to my very core. I had not been expecting to possess such a gift, nor was I able to harness or control my power. Being a fairly young cub at the time I still hadn't grow out of the phase where I was chasing small insects and rodents around just for the pure fasination of the act. I had caught a beautiful butterfly, the fragile creature was just sat on the tip of my nose. Prehaps it's not right to say I caught the insect, it let me catch it. My eyes widened to take in the stunning colors that decorated its wings, of course being so young I wanted to touch it. Reaching up I brushed it's wing very gently. To my horror it dropped from my nose and sailed to the ground lying lifeless at my paws. I was in utter shock and horror. I had not wanted to cause the small beast any harm, picking it up soft sprinkles of dust were left on my pawpads. Upset at what I had done I carried the butterfly to a flower I had seen earlier that day and lay it there. Looking down at my paws in sadness I blamed myself for what I had done. A trace of dust still remained as I walked away feeling cold inside. My fun was over, at that moment I bacame fearful at what I could do. I didn't want to harm anyone else, so I was always careful of what I touched from that day onwards.

Wounds: It happened during a fight. I had come across a rouge lion who had attacked me without warning, not even asking questions I fought back. At this point in my life I was still alone, I had learnt that others could not be trusted as no one trusted me. We were locked in battle, fur flying everywhere and his teeth sinking into my skin. It hurt so badly. This lions was much larger and stronger than me, I was terrified but dared not show it. Still young, the older male had an advantage over me. He was obviously more experienced in battle, scars littered his pelt from previous fights and his eyes seemed to thirst for my blood. Finally I managed to land a blow after a few painful minutes of struggling to retaliate. The flesh around my teeth seemed to split open and rot. The older male roared in pain and let go of me. He nursed his bitten leg which now sported an ugly wound which almost seemed to slowly grow by itself. I tried to apologize not meaning to create such an injury, but fearing for my life. He spat in my face and slunk away limping. His eyes refelcted the rage and pain he seemed to feel and I just stood there in confusion. Finally I turned and ran. I didn't want to risk another fight with him if he decided to come back and finish the job. I wasn't strong enough back then, a rouge was too powerful and dangerous for me to fight.

The dead: I saw them in my dreams. For as long as I can remember. Their haunting visions filled my mind and threatened to cloud my judgement. The ones I saw most often were my mother and farther. They came in my dreams at first after the tragic event of their death. I missed them so much, but their visions filled me with rage for the lions who had killed them. I wanted revenge and the sadness at my loss filled my heart. I was consumed with grief. Slowly they began to follow me while I was awake. I hallucinated to the point I believed that I had gone mad. Soon others followed. It was scary and confusing at first. I couldn't turn it off! So many lions came in the form of ghosts some could speak, others couldn't. I got used to their presence within my life eventually. The wilderness was cold and isolating to me, all alone I felt a comfort knowing I had these lost souls with me. I felt connected to them. They were as lost as I was after all, together we wandered through the wild searching for something. We didn't know what, but still we kept walking. In a time of nothing, they were everything I had.


- Cute little pixel ghost/soul by me

Likes: The night, rain, storms (especially if there's thunder and lightning), wandering through the wilderness by himself, making others proud, exceeding expectations, sneeking up on people, being intimidating, the quiet, swimming, being alone and lost in his thoughts.

Dislikes: Noise, not being able to fly, feeling weak or helpless, not being able to acomplish something (failure), days that are too hot, letting his emotions get the better of him, not being able to make friends easily, when others avoid him due to his cold personality and having nightmares or hallucenations about his parents.


Rank: Tracker

Being a tracker my senses have always been very sharp. This position has always suited me well as I don't work well in teams. Sending me away from most of the main action is something I've always viewed as a wise decision. Mostly I am asked to locate missing warriors on other planets or occasionally to fine enemy encampments or troops. My senses has often been especially sensitive in the dark which allows me to really utilise my skills in low level light conditions. Being a tracker doesn't come without responsibilities. Although I am allowed to work alone (most of the time), I am under a great deal of pressure to succeed. The environments I am asked to enter are very dangerous and being here holds a number of risks. Even so I greatly enjoy my work. I have never been content with playing things safe. Being in these areas allows me to experience the adventure and thrills I live for. Nothing makes me feel more alive than the rush of adrenaline I experience when I'm in danger. Sometimes I'll cause trouble just because it lets me experience some pleasure and forget the turmoil that normally resides within me. Prehaps creating conflicting emotions in front of me helps calm those within? Whatever the reason I am content with my rank. Although some lions view it as low and think it's acceptable to joke or jeer I never pay those childish comments any mind. All that matters is my own opinion and I refuse to fall to their level.





Personality: Taryn is a very cold charecter. He is very much a loner and isn't a fan of being around others. It's not that he's unfriendly, he just doesn't know how to socialize. Both his parents were killed in battle just weeks after he was born defending him, he was safely hidden by his mother away from danger as both his parents sacrificed their lives to protect their son. Young at the time, but not too young to not understand, Taryn was forever changed by the horrific event. It froze his heart and some even say permently broke it. Only time will tell if it can ever be healed again, but for now this cold cat spends much of his time alone, not wanting to get close to others. He easily angers but rarely shows it visibly, being able to maintain a calm exterior through much confrentation. Although this may appear to make him seem friendly, it actually makes him all the more deadly as he is highly unpredictable and volitile. It's like electricity flows within him as he's is always charged and ready for a fight. Mostly he just answers back with his sharp tounge that is commonly enough to hurt many around him. Even so his claws and fangs should not be overlooked and those who underestimate him pay for that mistake. His rank as tracker was his own choice. He is not good around others and therefore would not be good in battle. He finds it hard to cooperate in a team and would rather follow his own instinct. Being a tracker allows him to be alone for extended periods of time around nature where he believes he belongs. Taryn's favrioute thing to do is feel the wind in his fur or slip into a nice cool lake in the middle of the night. Seeing the moon and stars reflected in the dark water he feels like he's one with the sky can be free of the pressures and lonliness of the Earth. He cannot fly as he has only one wing and longs for the freedom of the sky. It is an unattanable goal for him and he seeks to be among the birds, high above the world. When he's in that dark water he feels weightless and calm, finally he feels he knows what it is to be in that vast expanse of sky. He longs for it with all his heart. He also feels most at ease during raining day, especialy during a storm. The weather seems to reflect all the rage he hides deep within his heart. He likes to sit and let the water wash over him, hearing nothing but the echoing thunder vibrating through his bones and feeling the rain wash away all his emotions. At times like this he feels most alive and truely at one with nature.


Artwork:
(All art and extra art can be located in the 'Art' section of the included website at the top with credit to all the artists!)



Armour:


Armour color version:

(Lines by vizàviz, armour design by me)

Without Armour:

With Armour:

Symbolism:
The various celtic symbols found within the armour translate as "Protection", "Storm", "Energy". All the armour is made from a type of white gold and blue swirls are engraved into it. The center piece is a celtic circle made of "knots patterns" which represent strength and unity. The symbol within is the representation of the users soul. In Taryn's case his heart is seen to be a 'storm'. Everything's a mess in his life, he has to battle to restrain all his emotions and feels lost within the eye of that storm. His heart feels like a dark, cold void to him that he is unable to eascape. All the pieces are fastened into place through the use of black leather straps with silver buckles. These are made from real animal hide. The single leather strap featured at the back of these piece can be used to hold a weapon of some kind (for instance a sword or knife). The armour covers all the main features of the body heping to protect the wearer from danger. The collar like piece protecting the throat contains a sapphire. This jewel was chosen specifically for the properties it is said to posess. It is said to have healing powers as well as being the color of purity, helping its wearer obtain a sense of calmness, peace, serenity and beauty. This jewel was specifically chosen to help Taryn gain control of his mind in battle and ground his energy. Throat chakra is said to be energized by the color blue, this is why it is featured in this area, to help maximize it's strength.
On top of the head is a deer skull with a large set of antlers . This is white which links into the meaning of a white stag being the symbol of the 'other world' to the celts. The creature is seen as a protector, a symbol of beauty and purity in the face of evil or wickedness aiding in battle. Finally there is the wing gaurd. This covers the outer section of the wing still allowing for flexibility due to it's design. It's made to act as a shield which the wearer may bring into of them to cover themselves from an attacker. On the inside it's held in place with leather straps which aid in easy removal or attachment. All the armour is not restricting to movement and suprisingly light helping increase the speed that the wearer can travel and their mobility in battle.
The main color scheme is white and blue. These engravings and runes light us with the users eyes when there element becomes strong or they are about to use some form of power or magic. The main runes are currently displayed in black, but can change depending on the users element.
An added addition are the blue and white feathers that are attached to the antlers. These are a decorative item, but are mainly worn due to the propeties they are said to possess. Feathers are closely linked to the connection with the dead. Native American cheifs wore them to symbolize their communication with spirits and express their celestial wisdom. As a Celtic symbol the feathers was worn by Druids and used in their ceremonies to invoke the 'sky gods' to gain knowledge of the celestial realm. It's beleievd this would help the Druid transcend from the earthly plane and enter the etheral realm. The Egyptians also beleives in the 'sky gods' and that souls would be weighed against a feather to decide their fate.
So the wearing of the feathers on Taryn's armour helps strengthen his element, 'death', the feathers enable him to have a stronger and more controlled connection with spirits and dead souls. They also help him in balancing his own soul and restraining his emotion when in battle. Even if his emotions get the better of him he strives to do what he believes is right, even if it means going against everything he knows to be true.

Story:



"Mama...?" My voice sounded small and pitiful among the darkness. I coughed, black dirty smoke filled my lungs. It was so hard to breath. Hot dusk clouded my vision and stung my eyes, it was impossible to see. Everything hurt so badly, it smelt so funny. I had never tasted such air before, it was painful to breath. Slowly a dark figure materalized from the darkness. Faster and faster it ran towards me. I felt my heart leap out of my chest in terror. What was going on!? Cowering as it drew near, my eyes pooling with tears I felt like my chest would explode.
A beautiful white lioness filled my vision and in an instant I felt pure joy.
"Mother!" I exclaimed in happiness. "What's going on?"
"Shush now my child, we haven't got much time" She whispered urgently giving me a look I only remember as one of love. Suddenly her eyes became very serious and she grabbed me by the scruff of my neck quickly. I mewled in shock and she began to run. I didn't understand. Her huge size dwarfed me as she pelted through the darkness and out of our cave, my dark fur shielding me from the view of the other lions I glimpsed around me as we cleared the mouth of the cavern. I spotted my farther among the fray, his majestic form was hard to miss, powerful and dark he bared his teeth at another lion. What was going on? There was so much noise around me, I spotted other lions I didn't recognize, all horribly scarred and foreign. What were they doing here? Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my farther launcing himself at a lion who began to run after mother, emitting a huge roar that shock the earth beneath us all.
Then I couldn't see him anymore. Or anyone. We had entered the meadow otherside our home, but even then mother did not stop. I had never seen the earth beneath me move so quickly. After some time my mother finally stopped beside a small stream, here there was a water vole nest within the bank, just slightly above the waterline. She quickly urged me inside the small cramped space, I barely fit. It was damp and dark. Smelling strongly of the small rodent-like creatures who peeked at me curiously from the depths of their home. My paws was soaked and muddy and the river water smelt foul around me. Again it became hard to breath and I started to moan about the conditions to mother.
"Quiet my child. Now you much listen to me" She spoke rapidly in a tone that demanded attention. Instantly I stopped talking sensing something was very wrong. "You must stay here. Whatever you do, do not dare come out. You must be as slient and still, do not move. When the first light of dawn appears and no more voices have been heard for hours, then you may emerge. Be strong my child. Always remember that me and your farther love you very much." Heavy breathing could be heard off in the distance, crazed laughing and shouting filled the air heading towards us. "Be brave my child. You must be strong now. It's time for our journey together to end." She leaned in to kiss my head and tears fell from her eyes and onto me softly gleaming in the moonlight. She was a vision, so beautful and calm in that moment. No fear filled her gaze, only pain as she looked deeply into mine. "I'm sorry." And then she was gone, running upstream away from me and towards the numerous voices getting forever closer and closer.
Suddenly a mighty roar filled the air, it vibrated through my entire body and soul. What was going on? I didn't understand. It was so dark and cold but I headed mothers words. I held my breath not daring to move a muscle. There was a great deal of comotion outside in the distance, fighting could be heard. Bodies locked in a struggle, and as soon as it had began, silence. I stayed as I had been since mother left me. My paws had begun to freeze into place, even so I stayed put, not even daring to shiver against the cold that seemed to bite me.
Then laughter. It sounded wild and crazed, a weird smell violated my senses and entered my nose. I had never smelt something so pungent before and it almost made me gag. A warm liquid pooled around my feets and I looked down in utter horror as the crisp cool water began to change red. It clung to my fur and I resisted the urge to move away. More chuckling could be heard and the voices moved away after an hour of waiting. The whole time I stood, paralyzed in fear as I listened to them bragging about the death of my beloved mother.
Something inside me changed. I felt rage, pure rage, something I have never felt before coursing through my veins. I held back the grief and the pain, refusing to let the tears fall from my eyes in case I was discovered. My mother and farther had risked their lives to save me from these lunitics. I would not let their imense sacrifice go to waste. So, there I stood until the first light of dawn broke the sky and the birds began to sing. The bright morning spoke of happiness and joy. Those were two emotions I could not find it within myself to experience. I had lost everything in this world. I did not know if I would even survive alone, after all I was only a cub and I was not even able to fly. I had been born with a defect that meant I only had one wing. No. I would not think like that. I had to survive. Failure was not an option.
Before I took my first step back out into the world of the living I hardened my heart. If I was to survive I could not feel. I could not think about the deep sorrow I felt. I had felt too much pain in this world already for one so young. Stepping back into that world felt like crawling up from the depths of hell. I felt determination rushing through my bones.
I would not fail. Ever. I would survive no matter the cost.








Extras: Poems:

Demon:
"Don't go into the woods at night,
Demons dance within those trees,
For you will surely not win this fight,
With deadly demons of the night.

Never make deals under the moon,
For if you do you seal your doom,
And as the mist brings rolling gloom,
A dark figure from the trees does loom.

If you don't return by dawns first kiss,
Your life is what you'll surely miss,
All because you couldn't resist,
The mysteries of the mist."

Explaination: This poem is about the fear and misunderstanding others have towards Taryn. He is seen as something not of this world due to his wildly different and anti-social personality. He is not understood by others and always stays away from them. This behavoiur has him branded as something to be feared and young cubs are warned to stay away from him by parents out of fear. Everything that is not understood is always feared and Taryn is no different. His independence and power makes him dangerous. He chooses to keep away from others choosing to spend much of his time alone, this got him branded as a demon among some. Combined with his impressive stealth and otherwordly beauty it's hard to believe that this broken soul is from this world and so he is shunned by those who do not understand him.

Soul:
"From windswept plains of a not yet dried cheek,
Stains remain of falling rain,
That may never seem to stop,
For thy heart of purest ice,
Yet un-recognizable are cracks that piece your surface,
So much pain flows through thy blood
Much more pain yet to heed,
Thy ice-striken soul of eternal seas,
Holds forever wishful pleas."

Explanation: This poem reflects Taryn's life events and how he feels. Much reflects his past and grief for the death of his parents, the scences of the horrific scene forever replaying in his ming and leaving him in constant pain from the memories. He's hardened his heart from refusing to express his emotions externally and due to this he is viewed as a very cold and harsh charecter. Really he is misunderstood and longs to be valued and find love and happiness again. However, he fears this is something he will never obtain. Taryn feels lost within him, drowning in a see of endless black, the stains from his past never fading as he longs for his broken heart to heal.

Playlist:
~ Cold Soul - Trevor Moran
~ Haunting -Halsey
~ This World - Lena Fayre
~ Ghost Town - Adam Lambert
~ Run - Snow Patrol
~ The Drug In Me Is You - Falling In Reverse
~ Young God - Halsey






Relationships:
Aeyris (A-yair-us)



When I first met her it was raining hard. I was huddled beneath an old birch tree, however its crooked branches were doing very little against the icy chills that were crawling up my spine and seeping into my pelt. It was winter now, the months alone had been harsh. Survival was my only goal at this point, days and weeks blurred, it was hard to make any real sense of time. Any of these days could be my last, but still I had struggled on. My fur was sodden and smelt terrible. It was only understandable that upon first meeting Aeyris her face turned from friendly to one of shock at my state. I was a creature completely of the wild at this point, still young, I appeared feral. The shape I was in doing little to help my situation. I was a mess.
The cold I felt within my heart was slowly merging with that of the weather and eating away at me, unable to even make a sound of greeting to the lion coming towards me I collapsed on the wet mud landing on my face. Being young my small frame began to sink deeper into the mud and everything around me began to fade. I was suddenly very dizzy. My legs wouldn't work. Hunger and thirst no longer existed for me, it had been so long since they had been quenched.
Before I faded away I felt teeth close over my scruff and lift me into the air. I had a vague sense that we were flying. The deep rumble of thunder echoed in the distance and seemed to vibrate deep within my core. I'm so tired. My eyes are closing now. Then nothing.
*flick, flick* Something soft tickled my nose. Scrunching it up in annoyance I tried to go back to sleep. *flick, flick, flick* Ok that was really starting to tickle. *flick....* I tried to move my face away. *flick, flick, flick, flick* I couldn't take it anymore and starting rubbing at my nose. I struggled to focus on my surrounding as my eyes were still laced with drowsiness when I peeked through my lashes. "Urggh" I complained shaking my head to clear my vision. "Where am I?"
As I focused my gaze settled on a lion sitting in front of me. I had to blink twice to make sure I wasn't dreaming. She reminded me slightly of my mother with her white pelt and wings which instantly made me relax in her presence. She made me feel safe and I knew she could be trusted. Offering me a lopsided smile she twirled a black feather around in her paw. Ah the tickle culprit! Raising an eyebrow at the object that had disturbed my sleep I watched her tail flick back and forth to some sort of rhythm I could not hear.
"I found you out in the storm and brought you here to the pride, you're in a very bad shape." The lioness explained.
Trying to move I hissed through my teeth as the pain within my body seemed to explode.
"I told you" She smiled warmly "Here take this for the pain, it may help." As she pushed a mixture of some kind of herbs towards me I gladly ate them.
"Thank you" I mumbled offering a small smile. "I don't think I would have lasted much longer out there if you hadn't shown me kindness and brought me here, I am in your debt."
"Now now stop with all the formalities and get some rest! You look tired and your wounds need to heal. I know! I'll tell you a story!" Her eyes seemed to light up at the prospect and her face formed into a huge grin. Her joy was infectious and I found it hard not to smile with her dispite my usual difficulty interacting with others.
As I dozed off I listened to her talk about wonderful and surreal things I had never even heard of. The stories seemed to come alive as she told them and I could tell just how immersed she was within the tales. Her personality seemed to shine through showing just how full of life she was, full of dreams and adventure. Finally I managed to fall asleep, my dreams that night came alive. It was the first glimsp of happiness I'd had since the tragic death of my parents, for once I didn't feel alone anymore and I had Aeyris to thank for that. She'd saved my life.
From that day on I regarded her as a very close friend. Normally I found it hard to connect with others, but not this lioness. Her playful personality seemed to balance out my cold one and I admit it was comforting for someone to sit beside me quietly on lonely nights. Even if I was a bit of a loner at heart my heart seemed to long for the friendship of another. She showed me happiness and life where I thought there had previously been none. For this I felt very loyal and protective towards Aeyris, her friendship was something I valued very highly vowing that I would not abandon her if she ever needed me. After all she didn't abandon me that cold winter night deep in the forest. For that I am forever grateful to her.

-Special thanks to Blumoonwolf for letting me use her L.O.C as a friend for my form!

Mate: None.
I haven't been around other L.O.C's all that long and the concept of love is still something I find very strange. I guess my mind doesn't work in the same way as others do. Perhaps it's due to the fact that I grew up alone as a cub, not being around loving parents or figures I can look up to may be the cause of my lack of emotion. I often find it hard to experience anything other than the turmoil inside me that threatens to consume me within it's darkness. Love is something I have only ever seen briefly in my life, but it is something I hope to some day be able to re-live. I know it will take someone very special to awaken these deep emotions within me, someday I may be lucky enough to find them. However for now I am alone. I am not actively seeking a mate as I feel content alone, I suppose I just like the sense of independence it gives me. Maybe one day I will feel differently. For now I must wait for that special one, my soul mate. For I believe in true love, or no love at all. Even though I can be awakud and anti-social I am extremely loyal. When I find my mate I will stop at nothing to make sure they are happy and safe, for at heart I see myself as a real romantic, even if now it is hard to see.

Siblings: None.
As far as I know I have no brothers or sisters. My family is gone and I miss them greatly. Prehaps one day I will feel close enough with other lions to give them this title. But they will never be my real family, even if I respect them greatly. I hope that someday I will be able to have these close relationships with others. To be able to count on another with my life. However, right now my heart is closed and I find it difficult to place my trust in anyone but myself. For my sake, one day the good in others will finally be something I recognize. It's been so long since I felt loved or cherished that I find it hard to express or view emotion. It's hard for me to connect with other lions and they often see me as emotionless, dangerous and untrustworthy because of it. They cannot see my true nature and I find it hard to express. Perhaps someday I will be close to others, but they will never truely replace my parents (no one ever could).

Cubs: None Currently.
Ah cubs... This subject has always been something I have been un-clear on. In a strange way these young lions are cute, I'll admit. However most of the time their childish games and tendancy to create loud noise bothers me. It's not that I hate cubs, they just don't seem to be overly fond of me. This is probaly becuase they find me so much fun... *Sarcasm*. My calm exterior and coldness doesn't make cubs excited to be around me. Mostly they just find me boring or scary if they're more timid. I would never raise my paw to a cub to harm them. In my mind I may even make a great farther some day as I feel I would be very dedicated to my offspring. The only question is, will I ever get a chance to raise a family? Family is something I value extremly highly. The lack of one when I was growing up makes me very passionate about ensuring cubs would get the experience I never did. I would never wish that fate on anyone. Even my worse enemy. Maybe some day I'll be lucky enough to have my own, till then I can only watch from the distance. I may not be very good with cubs now, but I hope someday that will change.

Enemies: Although my lack of emotion makes enemies of most lions quickly I struggle to remember them. I find that I am very in the moment and don't harbour grudges unless a lion has harmed me personaly. The only lions I really despise are the rouges that killed my parents. At the time of their death I was too young to remember their faces and that memory is hidden away somewhere deep in my mind. One day I hope to remember them so that I can avenge my parents, but I know it will not heal the pain. Since their death there has been a huge hole in my heart, it has made me into who I am today. Small arguements are something I see as pointless matters. My emotionless personality helps me distance myself from conflict and the rage of others. Although I get angry easily I hide it very well, it is rare that I'll express my rage as I try to bury it at all times. I may appear calm, but inside there's a storm and I'm standing right in the center.

Standing In The Eye Of The Storm,
I am nothing but a shadow in the night,
So if you let me,
I will catch FIRE.





Edit: Please visit the website I created (link at the top of the form). It has my form nicely ordered and includes all information and artwork I collected for this! Use the top right hand menu to navigate around the site. Enjoy! And thank you so much to everyone who helped me with my form! Seriously appriciate all the help you've given me to try out for this amazing L.O.C! <3 As I'm not currently a part of the community it was really lovely to meet other users already there. Everyone was so friendly and helpful it was amazing! Seriously thank you so much, especially those who pointed me in the right direction and helped me correct my form and learn more about this stunning species. It was really fun, I just wish I had more time to put even more effort into this as some artwork couldn't be finished due to time constraints! Thank you so much for the opportunity to try out for this stunning design and the chance to potentially become a part of such an interesting community!

[Tundra]

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[NARANDA]

Marking to see who wins this fella! I may be willing to let people use my LOCs in their forms!
(That may or may not include my Diana) I'm not thinking about how cute they'd look together... not at all...

[dragoncool97]

(and its not like i want him and Hodurgan to be brothers or any thing...)

[Tundra]

(and its not like i want him and Hodurgan to be brothers or any thing...)

Id prefer, if you could write the brother thing as not biological brothers. blood brothers perhaps, or a term to used to say they are so close they are as close to brothers as one can be. This loc was born with no siblings in my mind. You know base concept you have of something XD.

If you don't, its no big deal since its every persons perspective story XD

just voicin my mind XD

[Tundra]

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