[MySpoons]

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Death's head? What kind of title is that?

Interpret this prompt how you will c: 500 words max, or 1 art piece! ENDS the 5th of NOV at CS Rollover.

Username: hawkfire102
Lion name: Kiira
Lion gender: Male
Pride: The Howling Crags Pride
Pride status: Death's Head Guardian

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[West]

Username: Westsparrow
Lion name: Zil
Lion gender: Male
Pride: The Crystal Pride
Pride status: Dark Oracle (though also dubs himself as the "Deathwatcher")
Prompt:
"Why I just so happen to be a devout follower of the God of Death. I perform his practices and in return for my loyal contributions- Yes, 'contributions'. Oh, what kind of contributions? Well it wouldn't be any fun if I told you that, would it?" The lion gives a mad-sounding laugh. He has a bit of a crazy look in his eyes, though at the same time this look is alluring and you can't help but to feel as if you must continue listening to what he has to say.
"In return for my contributions, the God of Death has gifted me with his power. I suppose you could say I am his 'head messenger', in a way. You see, I know the signs when one is about to die. Odd marks on the body, irregular weather.. I'm always right, of course. My judgement never fails." He speaks as if he's genuinely proud of his work, and once he's finished talking he looks over to you, his mad eyes searching yours for approval and interest.
"Perhaps if you'd give me a chance, I can prove it to you and your pride. I can show you the extent of my power if you support my offerings to the God of Death. Will you let me?" He is asking you, clearly he did not see the approval he'd sought in your expression and wanted more from you. "I can be your saviour or your grim reaper, whichever you prefer." He laughs, and it's a haunting cackle. "So.. will you?" His eyes take on the same strange look again. Something about him makes you say yes, and you've never quite been sure why.

(285 words)

[sapphirespirit]

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Username:sapphirespirit
Lion name:Konjuur
Lion gender:male
Pride: Click
Pride status:Shaman/Soothsayer
Prompt: 500 words OR 1 art piece

"Death's head? What sort of title is that" A rock went skipping across the dirt , cast aside in an angry swipe of a tiny, dark paw. The small cub gave a soft hiss , his lips curling to reveal tiny white daggers as he padded along the creek's edge. Really, he wasn't angry. he was more hurt and confused by the reactions his own pride had towards him. There were whispers and rumors and it seemed every one avoided him- including his father. His mother hadn't made it through his arrival. That was strike one. Strike two came a few days later, when fur round his face started to lighten. What was once random strands of grey had blossomed into a full white mask- of death. Or so , his tribe perceived. He had brought dishonor and terrible luck and curses to the land- they claimed. How? How could they think that of such a small fuzzball?He settled on his haunches in the mud. That had been a few months ago. With his aging, came more negativity- terrible nightmares that proved true in time, his fur constantly shedding and changing. They'd branded him a burden- an bad omen. When he tried to help- they whispered of magic and devil dealings. " Look , he's the face and wings of death,"They'd murmur as he'd pass. And he'd yet to even participate in his own hunt! mud splashed and scattered over his alabaster face as he stamped with all his tiny might. ***
Konjuur dipped his head briefly out of respect for the king, who'd summoned him urgently. He'd embraced his title, long ago- one he couldn't shake if he tried. Though now, they all revered him differently. It took time- after days wandering alone he'd met a shaman hermit- who pitied him, and taught him the craft. Apparently, he had a knack for this sort of thing. And with practice and more time- he'd grown to be the best shaman around, hands down. Healing? Gotcha. Premonition? Got it. Need to commune with those no longer in the land of the living? He's your lion. " Tell me, Soothsayer, What darkness lies before us? Great Death's Head, What have you seen ?"
With a great and thoughtful sigh, he dipped his masked facade in a gesture to follow. The king obliged, two guardsmen keeping their distance and they trailed behind. " My King, the darkness that has tormented your dreams is not for your sake, nor for that of our pride. It is for them-" He stood tall now, looking out over the cliff edge at the pride's edge. The forest- mostly bare from the season- betrayed the movements within. Slinking between the trees , their spotted ragged coats undeniable ." They have intruded once more, sire, and the time has come to approach things a different way. The Hyena folk know no peace nor authority. " The king sighed and nodded. " I'm afraid you are right,Konjuur. Again." "Come my king, Let us show them the true Head of Death."

(500 words)

[hawkfire102]

Username: hawkfire102
Lion name: Kiira
Lion gender: Male
Pride: The Howling Crags Pride
Pride status: Death's Head Guardian
Prompt:

"What kind of title is that you ask?" Kiira said with disdain. "I'll tell you what kind of title it is."

He paced around the poor questioning cub.

"It's a title that means you can sleep well at night. I make sure that all the terrible things in the world never reach the caverns. When all the guards fail, I'm this pride's last line of defense. When Tambo is too weak, I'm meant to be strong. If something is off in the valley, it's my sole job to fix it by any means necessary to preserve this pride."

He stood tall over the cub.

"I wear this title with honor because I know I protect this pride when no one else will. It may sound silly but it is something that means so much more than you can understand at your age. When you're older, you'll understand what it means to protect your pride."

With that, he padded out of the caverns and off into the night. His head held high knowing he would bring honor to himself and his pride no matter what fate lies before him. This title means everything to him and he will make everyone proud.

[sobermilk]

Username: cactusgum
Lion name:
Lion gender: male
Pride: Hopetra Pride
Pride status: founder
Prompt: 500 words OR 1 art piece

[Jantzi01]

Username: Jantzi01
Lion name: Fuvu
Lion gender: Male
Pride: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4193104
Pride status: Shaman
Prompt: 500 words OR 1 art piece

"My title?" Fuvu questioned, peering at the lioness in front of him, "My title refers to my markings. Oh, and the fact that I might be a reincarnation of the goddess of death. But nobody's really sure about that last theory," He shrugged.

"What? How can nobody know?" The female lion asked fearfully.

"It's really not likely. Especially since I don't believe in that stuff," He admitted guiltily, "I'm just going off of what my old pride has said about me. Personally I just think they're weird markings that happen to be a coincidence," He said.

"I see... Would you be willing to come back to my pride?" She asked hesitantly.

Fuvu looked up in shock, "Are, are you really sure about that? I'm not really a social lion," He replied.

"Yes, I'm sure. You seem nice, and our pride is really small right now. It'd be an easy way for you to get accustomed," She explained, looking up at him hopefully.

Fuvu glanced around nervously, "Alright, I'll join. But first," He started, "what's your name?"

The lioness smiled and replied, "Fadhili. And yours?"

"Fuvu," He said, grinning ever so slightly back at her.

[Mercuré]

Username: irockwaffleking
Lion name: Kahula ( name means "dancing")
Lion gender: Male
Pride: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4186402&hilit=DNP
Pride status: Witch Doctor
Prompt: 500 words OR 1 art piece


Kahula shook the wooden bowl, the acacia beads and pebbles rattled with each shake. Kahula stared down at the body of a young lioness, her short pants barely audible over the rhythmic shaking of the pebbles and only illuminated by the golden fire not too far away. The pride had come to watch. All with heads solemnly bowed they repeated the chantings of Kahula, the Death's Head.

Kahula didn't exactly remember when he had gained the name, he had only been a cub. He thinks he gained the name the day with the sparrow... It was a beautiful brown bird and it was dying. The sunset had illuminated it as it healed. Kahula had instinctively gotten pebbles from the nearby river and with his chants the bird had healed. He was known as the cub that worked ahead of death, the cub that worked faster and healed. From a young age the pride began to bring him to the battlefield to heal the wounded before death could grab them.

And then the tides turned. On another fateful day another sparrow had come to him. It had been flitting around him when he had been trying to gather pebbles and was ultimately a pest.

It's so awful! I wish it would drop dead Kahula thought, and much to his surprise a small thud was heard behind him.

He carefully approached the bird, now flopped on its side when a thundercloud rolled in and a dark lion-like creature approached.

Kahula for far too long you have stolen what is mine The being boomed, You're 'gift' allows for other things as well, a sort of dance with death The being smiled at it's play on words, Kahula huffed.

"But I don't want to do this, bestowing death upon a creature is awful!" Kahula exclaimed.

Death only smiled knowingly before leaving, You'll come around I'm sure, soon you'll be known as Death's Head to all. Maybe I'll change your appearance so you are more fit to serve me. Death said the last line with an amused smile.

"Never!" Kahula exclaimed, but death already had turned and walked away, and despite his words he felt a doubt in his heart.

[ToxicShadow]

Username: ToxicShadow
Lion name: Stryx
Lion gender: Male
Pride: Oddity Pride
Pride status: God of Fate
Prompt:

Legend claims that Stryx is the child of not only death, itself, but of life, too, and was born into this world in order to oversee both life and death, to create balance.

Stryx, however, never confirms or denies this; he does not often like talking much about himself or his past.

Regardless, he has immeasurable powers, as one that weaves the threads of fate of mortal beings, overseeing their leaves, weaving their threads carefully with the threads of others, untangling them, and, eventually, cutting them, when one reaches the end of their life. That is, if he is active in his duties. Which, often times, he is not, under the belief that fate will guide regardless of his interference and that even he cannot escape his own fate. He'd rather oversee life, than entirely control it.

Given that he is the one, though, that senses and seemingly dictates when another dies, he is far more associated with death than the life that he also oversees and he is greatly feared among many. He is often called "Death's Head," for two reasons. First for being the head, the one in charge, of death and, especially, because the strange lion is capable of summoning, communicating with, and using death's head hawkmoths to do his bidding. He usually uses the moths to keep an eye on things across the world, to report back to him.

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[MySpoons]

Username: hawkfire102
Lion name: Kiira
Lion gender: Male
Pride: The Howling Crags Pride
Pride status: Death's Head Guardian
Prompt:

"What kind of title is that you ask?" Kiira said with disdain. "I'll tell you what kind of title it is."

He paced around the poor questioning cub.

"It's a title that means you can sleep well at night. I make sure that all the terrible things in the world never reach the caverns. When all the guards fail, I'm this pride's last line of defense. When Tambo is too weak, I'm meant to be strong. If something is off in the valley, it's my sole job to fix it by any means necessary to preserve this pride."

He stood tall over the cub.

"I wear this title with honor because I know I protect this pride when no one else will. It may sound silly but it is something that means so much more than you can understand at your age. When you're older, you'll understand what it means to protect your pride."

With that, he padded out of the caverns and off into the night. His head held high knowing he would bring honor to himself and his pride no matter what fate lies before him. This title means everything to him and he will make everyone proud.

"Any means necessary" what a great line! He's yours!