[wildly-unaware]

Username:
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The Lion:

Njord ---> // nyord || -- meaning 'north'

Male

The Pride:
Rosetinted Pride

They call Njord 'The Guide'

The Origin:


'Wake up.'
...
'Wake up my child...'

Heavy golden eyelids blinked opened, eyes squinting at the bright lights that shone onto his face. The small golden cream child looked up confused, his first moments of life being a lot different than most.






'He's awake!'

The voice that sounded like many voices echoed through the cave where the young cub found himself. He looked around, hoping to see where the origin of the voices came from but all he could see was light.

"W-where are you?"
The cub managed to ask.
"Who are you?"

The voice of many voices chuckled before replying,

'We are your creator. Your origin young one. And you are our gift to this world'

The cub frowned, "What does that mean?"

'You have an important job. With your birth and your life, you bring to this world hope, peace and harmony. That is your purpose. To bring the peace back to the hearts of lions, many of whom have lost their way.'

"I don't understand..." The cub uttered, his young mind intelligent, but too naive to understand the weight of responsibility he bore already.

'Don't worry'

The voice of voices hummed.

'You will understand, eventually. For now you must go into the world yourself. Alone. You must learn and find your way.'

"Alone?!" The cub gasped, "B-but I don't -"

'Do not fret my child. Your path has already been written. You have been gift with the power of the gods. A light to guide your way. A magic that can heal. And an instinct like no other.'

The light around the cub began to fade into the darkness, making the small cub shake, he still understood very little.
"No, wait, please!" He called.

'Be brave, young one. You will make us all proud. Bring them back to the light.'

With those final words, the young golden cub found himself alone and in darkness. He scanned the area, trying to find something, anything. A way out perhaps?

But that was when he remember the voice of voices words. 'A light to guide your way.'

He thought, and thought hard on this sentence. He didn't know how, but somehow he managed to create a source of light. It made him jump. The light was so bright and appeared so quickly that it even scared the cub himself.

The cub began to walk now, discovering that he was in a rounded area of a dark cave, with only one path out. So he followed it. The cub felt like he had been walking for an eternity before a light source not from him could be seen in the distance.

"An exit!" He cried out in happiness, running towards the light at the end of the tunnel. He made the light from his horn disperse as he ran out into the sunlight of the world.

"Woah." The young cub gasped, taking in his glorious surroundings. He began to sped out and explore when his paw immediately felt cold and... wet?

He looked around him now to find that he was surrounded by a deep lake of water! The cub gasped, what was he to do now?

The cub began to mew, it was the only thing he could think of doing. He didn't know how to swim and he would surely starve or be eaten if he stay here!

He mewed and mewed and mewed, but no help came. The cub began to think that perhaps he was never to leave the cave he was born in.

...

Not to far from the great lake in the forest, a young mother lioness lifted her head, her ears flicking around. "What is it momma?" One young cub of six others asked.

"Do you here that?" The mother lion asked. Her young cub sat up and listened extra hard, but heard nothing. He shook his head, "Nope! Why?"

"It sounds like... like mewing. Like a cub!"

She went to dash off in the direction, "Come my cubs, this way!" The lioness and her cubs all raced through the forest, finally getting to the great lake.

The lioness huffed, scanning the area and seeing nothing out of the ordinary. "How strange..." She murmured, "I could of swore this is where it came from."

"Momma I don't see or hear nothin'." Another of her cubs said, still catching their breath.

The lioness frowned, "Oh, alright then, let's just head home."

...

The golden cub was exhausted, he barely had the energy to mew anymore as he lay on the warm ground, the sun beating down onto his fur. He sighed, giving one last glance over the lake. But what he saw this time was far more than what he expected.

"A lion!"

He began to mew again, as loud as his soft voice could muster.

The mother lioness' ears began to flick again, she spun around, squinting her eyes far off into the lake. She gasped, "Oh my! I knew I heard something!" she cried rushing over to the edge of the lake.

The cubs all followed her, "What? What is it?" The cubs all asked.

"It's another cub! Poor little dear, trapped in the middle of the lake!" She swooned before turning to her cubs, "Everyone, you guys stay here and don't move okay! I'm going to go get the cub."

Her cubs all nodded watching her wander into the lake. "Stay there little one! I'm coming to get you!"

The golden horned cub sighed a huge sigh of relief and it was no time before the lioness had picked him up in her jaw and carried him back across the lake to her cubs.

"Wow it was a cub!" One cub cried, "An odd looking cub..." Another added. "Stop that, he's adorable!" A different cub giggled.

The golden cub found himself a little overwhelmed by all the sudden company.

"He is an odd little cub ins't he?" The lioness said. The golden cub furrowed his brows, what did they mean odd? As far as he was aware he was perfectly normal...

"Oh don't worry my child, I mean that in a great way! how interesting you are!" The mother lion cooed. "Are you lost little dear? Where is your home?"

The golden cub shook his head, "I, um, I don't have a home..."

The cubs around him gasped, as did the mother lion. "Well that's no good now, is it? I suppose we'll just have to take you back with us."

"R-really?" The golden cub chirped, appreciating the kindness of the sweet family.

"Of course! What is your name then little child?"

The cub tilted his head and furrowed his brows, "My name? I - uh, um..."

'Njord'

A a hush voice whispered. The cub looked around but no lion there had said that... and none of the other cubs or the lioness seemed to have heard the same voice as him.

'Your name is Njord.'

The voice said again.

"It's Njord."

The cub eventually answered, "My name s Njord."

The mother lion smiled, "Njord, how wonderful. It means North you know. How funny, that's exactly where our home is! Come on then everyone, let's get going! You too, Njord."

Njord smiled, happily following the line of cubs after the mother lion. He wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen, but he knew he was here for a purpose and he would learn what that was as he went.

[QueenOfWyrms]

Username: QueenOfWyrms
Name: Goibniu
Pride: Uaill Aislingean
Status: Deity
Prompt:
[1000]
Most mortals believed Tìr nan Reultan, the realm of the gods, to be the most wondrous place in the world. Even Tìr na Nóg, the realm where the dead live forever, can only come second to Tìr nan Reultan’s greatness.
Yes, the gates and halls were gilded with gold. Yes, the streets soft as pillows—an addition made far more recently as belief in the gods diminished in the land of those who walked upright, and grew in the land of those who walked on four paws. The pads of their feet began to ache on the old streets of silver.
Yes, the food was the most delicious and the most filling. Yes, the gods had every they so desired; love, theatre, wine, work of—almost—all kinds, mock battles, no need to fear death as they drank their immortal nectar.
And yet.
And yet some still hungered.
Some still hungered for something more than the lap of luxury.
Some still hungered for something...
Something real.
Goibniu was one such godly soul.
He laughed, and drank, and partied, and boisterously teased, yet something inside of him ached, as if to say “there is something you are missing”.
Even as he attempted to woo yet another of his sisters—by that he meant female fellow deity, as far as even Dagda knew none of them had ancestors or genetic relation, there was even a question if they had DNA at all—he did not feel the fire of love and life inside him as he once had.
As he whiled away some time in his expansive library, he found an old, worn out journal. This intrigued him, for nothing in Tìr nan Reultan should age or wear. The intrigue turned too surprise as he found a name written inside—his own!
Goibniu curiously turned the pages as fast as he could read. They spoke of journeys, forays into the mortal realm, mingling with the “humans” there—that must have been the name those who walked upright had given themselves—and feeling hunger, pain, despair, and jealousy. This disturbed him at first, why would he ever have risked spending time in such imperfection?
His questions were soon answered, however, as he read on. He had found love, real love, and companionship. He had even had children, grown old watching them grow into beautiful people.
On the last few pages of the journal, his heart broke all over again, as he read his own story of the death of his beloved and his own pain at having to leave his grieving children and grandchildren to return to Tìr nan Reultan before his mortal body could die. The tears he shed were not the first to mar those pages.
He pondered what this meant. He did not remember these occurrences, but then they had all known that their memories of the old belief had faded when the four-pawed ones had begun to believe.
He turned back to the front of the journal. He had to know how. How had he left Tìr nan Reultan? How had he made himself into a mortal body? How had he gotten back?
Goibniu studied the journal for days, noting every hint, every clue. He hid himself away even so much that the others, who hadn’t a care in the world, began to worry for him.
“Come out!” They called.
“Have fun!” They cajoled.
Some of his sisters even offered him their hand—for as long as that would last; many of them did not follow the bridal law as well as Brighid did.
He did not listen.
Instead, he focused, and eventually he found the secret.
Quickly, he conjured some clay. His immortal body would not do, it was too recognizable were anyone to pay enough attention to his constellation, and he would be circumspect enough appearing after its disappearance. And yet he allowed himself a little indulgence, giving himself special yet known of features. He made himself tall and slender, a rather attractive shape. And then, with his eyes shut and thinking of a particular place in the mortal lands which he had been closely watching, he breathed his soul into the clay body.
Weak. He felt so weak. And his head—it ached. Why did he ache? What in all of Tìr nan—he remembered. He wasn’t in Tìr nan Reultan anymore. Breathing in deeply the sweet air in the lungs that desired and needed it, he roared in jubilation.
And then winced, as his throat was young yet and not strictly designed with hollering in mind.
He felt something in his legs, some urge, some passion. Turning off his thoughts, he let it free.
Galloping, loping across the golden-olive field that made up what mortals called the Tioram. The heat on his silky fur and he wind in his face. Even the bugs he caught on his tongue were a joy to discover—for a little while. When his artificially muscled legs cried out from such intense effort in their first moments, he slowed, and approached the scent of something clear and delectable.
The liquid substance called to him, and though he was sure he knew it from somewhere, it certainly was never served at the table of the gods. He dipped his head down, almost pausing to admire his reflection, and drank.
His eyes popped open in shock. It was... not quite sweet, like nectar, nor bitter or dry like some wines, in fact it almost didn’t have a taste at all. And yet, it was quite honestly the most refreshing thing he had ever tasted. Was this the gift Manannán had brought to the world? Water.
He looked up across the oasis when he heard a sharp gasp—after all what kind of god was he if he limited himself to the of mortal extent of the senses—across the water. A beautiful lioness stood on the other side, gaping at him. She was sweating, likely from prowling under the hot sun, and it made her coat shine. One look in her eyes and he was lost.

[snapshot]

Lyari|Genderless (uses she/her)|Prideless|Guardian of the Forest

Congrats!

Nice job everyone! No RUs this time, sorry.

[Nia The Elf]

Congrats Echo! I really loved your form, the line "I... remember lions." especially stuck out to me OvO Feel free to have my art also!

[QueenOfWyrms]

Congrats!

[wildly-unaware]

Congrats!!

[EchoIre]

:00 oh! thank you!! i'm really excited to develop her more <3