Username: minifun990
Lion Name: Marsus
Lion Gender: Male
Pride: Mystic IslePride Status: God
Prompt:is this saber-tooth lion’s roar worse than its bite? or is his bite equally as bad? or is it worse? does he use his strength for good or evil or is he balanced between the two? (unlimited impress me, no extras!)
Marsus is a god. Immortal, living on a celestial plane, the whole shebang. At first just a uncondelesended blob of boredom, watching as the earth grow, watching the lifeforms come upon it and change over millennium. He watched with the others then marveled as suddenly, they started to change. They started to move, started to sense and finally they started to think.
And as the greatest thinking creatures came to exist something odd began to happen. These creatures had ideas, predisposed ideas and tales of what controlled their world. They imagined forms for the gods, and as they did so it was. They believed and so it came true.
The gods grinned as they were given sway, and influence in the mortal realm. Marsus found himself strong, musculer and with a roar that echoed throughout the land. As the humans talked about who theyd turned him into Marsus found his calling. He was to protect and make sure each civilisation was safe from the horrors of the other, he was justice and courage, he was strength. To him his roar was a challenge to all those who opposed justice.
Overjoyed by the humans ideas and blessing upon them the gods and goddesses helped, forming civilizations, blessing them with further creativity for inventions far beyond animals wildest dreams. Marsus helped too, he inspired strength and power, crushing all those who were unworthy. His favourite was the roman empire, blessed by him, creating weapons for protection from those who might take the land from those who deserved it.
It was the Colosseum that broke his illusions of his life and purpose. The senseless harm for entertainment, Marsus tried to excuse it, believe it was just a show of power, nothing barbaric about it. But as he watched the humans cheer as innocents were ripped apart by animals similar in form to his own his eyes opened.
The blessings he bestowed were curses upon others. The fights for justice were simply excuses to plunder. The strength he fostered was a tool to keep the lowly low and the high born high. There was no justice in his roar. There was only the challenge that humans would tear each other down in an effort to stay afloat. His bite into the enemy lines was a bite into the families of others.
He couldn't turn it off though, couldn't stop what he'd started. He tried to muzzle himself, never roaring, never biting. Skirmishes still happened, but none of the worst stuff, no wars. Eventually though he always messed up, joking to one teen to shoot some arch duke and suddenly, the whole world fell into war. He roared again, hoping to get the horror over faster but he was weakened.
The humans hardly believed in him anymore, Marsus the god of war. But they certainty seemed inclined to follow his old teachings. They continued to find ways to harm one another, always in the name of justice, or protection or sometimes ironically peace. Never in the name of Marsus but he was always involved, someway or another.
When the humans left the Earth, speeding out to space Marsus was finally free. No longer did he have sway on the realms of mortals, his soul locked to the planet that was now barren.
Until one day, his body took form again. Another sentient race awoken. He looked into the mortal realm again, regrown and replenished, but this time it was lions who imagined him. His body adjusted a little, still filled with strength but this time Marsus knew he had to be more careful.
He would find a way to muzzle himself, permanently, he wanted to be good this time. He didnt want to hurt those who had made him who he was
