[zoocyte]

To adopt, you must either:
1. Have a founder, be at least level 1, and have enough space to accommodate this lion
2. Or, you can adopt this one as your founder!

painted 'em red. tell me a story about a stranger they met that they'll never forget (400-800 words).

Username: MySpoons
Lion name: Jaspar [angel, cover of G-d] Samael [fallen angel; severity of G-d]
Lion gender: Male
Pride: The New Guard
Pride status: Foreign Pride's Royal Guard Mars' Champion

end date: december 15, cs rollover

main thread I prompts/leveling up I artist search

[epilogue]

dropping out, good luck!

[DraconisSumeris]

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[Mid-life]

Username: mid-life
Lion name: zeraili
Lion gender: male
Pride: amani
Pride status: king of mabaya
Story:

-------In the beginning, the Great Lion God of Amani lived among the rest of the gods in the universe, high in the clouds, out of reach of any mortal beings. Observing the unstable mortals down below, He concluded that without holy and evil beings living among them to balance good and evil, chaos would ensue. So, He created Amani, a coalition of mortals and spiritual beings who would create harmony among each other. This God first created the Great King of Malaika, Safi, who began as a holy angel and servant to this God. This angel was made to be pure and kind-hearted and was created to be a good council to the mortals in Amani.

-------Safi had unlimited power, however, he used it wisely, creating delicious treats and beautiful materialistic displays of affection for his Father. He would do his Father’s biding almost instantly and loved Him passionately— he had an innocent and pure form of love for the God of Amani. Safi then created a new realm in honor of the God of Amani. He embedded it in the clouds above a region in Africa and named it “Malaika”, meaning ‘angel’, in honor of the God of Amani’s first step towards harmony (the creation of Safi).

-------He was beloved by the God of Amani, so beloved that he was seated at the right hand of God’s golden throne. This was the opposite for the King of Mabaya, Zeraili. He was created as the embodiment of evil and death and created to be sinful and mean. Unlike his beloved brother, he was not allowed to look into the eyes of his Father, however, was greeted by Safi, seated on his throne, who cast his eyes downward onto Zeraili with a stern— but painful look painted on his face; he already knew his brother’s fate. Zeraili’s brother offered him a chance to work alongside him, in the God of Amani’s new realm of Malaika, however, Zeraili’s selfishness and pride drove him to desire Malaika all to himself. And so he rebelled against the God of Amani and the Angel of purity.

-------Using the powers he received, equal to that of Safi’s, he commanded life into the shadows, creating two dastardly forms of evil; demons and corrupted spirits, who served Zeraili as soldiers. In turn, Safi created holy angels with giant wings made of gold— similar to an impenetrable shield. It was then that the decades-old feud between good and evil began.

-------Angels glided around thrashing their wings against ugly, dark, beastly beings of many shapes. Demons and corrupted spirits slithered around, sinking their teeth into the ankles of their victims and jabbing at their exposed sides with disgusting claws. Then, a zap of lightning, followed closely by a boom of thunder, shook the sky. Safi and his angels, identifying the storm as a sign from the God of Amani, instantly fell to one knee and bowed their heads in respect. Zeraili snickered at the gesture, turning away from Safi and his army in disgust. The demons and spirits cowered away, standing fearfully behind their creator. A voice sounded from the sky:

-------“ My glorious creation— why do you fight among each other?”

-------“My liege.” Safi replied. “It is the brother who is aligned with evil and pride who began this war. He declined my offer of harmony and peace, for he wants to take Your realm from You— which I created for You so generously.”

-------“ Is this true, my son, Zeraili? Have I not given you all that you would so desire? Life, power, and immortality? “

-------There was no response.

-------“ If this is so, you shall be banished into the hot core below for the act of treachery against Me and My loyal creation. “

-------There was a deep growl under the clouds and Zeraili, his demons, and his corrupted spirits were thrown into a deep abyss. He banished Zeraili to the depths of the Earth, down to the deepest layer of the earth’s core, where he vowed to seek vengeance against the God of Amani and create disruption among the mortals. As for the stranger, Safi, whom he met on his day of creation, Zeraili sought to destroy all that Safi had created, as he held a great deal of envy and jealousy of his perfection and the God of Amani’s love, which he holds. He will never forget this perfect stranger, his sickeningly-sweet and pure brother, and will continue to battle him until the end of time for ultimate control and power. [ 755 / 800 words ]

[MySpoons]

Username: MySpoons
Lion name: Jaspar [angel, cover of G-d] Samael [fallen angel; severity of G-d]
Lion gender: Male
Pride: The New Guard
Pride status: Foreign Pride's Royal Guard Mars' Champion

Jaspar was one of the few male lions allowed in the pride. His duty? To protect La Renia y La Princessa with his strength, his soul, and his life. It was a respected rank among the pride even if it brought constant scrutiny and suspicion from El Rey. Thank the Gods Jaspar was a plain-looking lion. A muddy grey-brown. If he had managed to catch the eye of any of the King's consorts, it would have been a death sentence with no warning. But Jaspar is a good fighter and keeps his mouth shut and his eyes on the ground and works his tail off every day either working or dueling to maintain his position.


That damned day started off normal enough. La Princessa was playful and cheeky as usual. La Renia was particular about everything, as she is. That hunter, La Reina' brother Davíd, had finally brought in a large animal. He had been struggling of late, staying out long but only with small trophies to show for it. If he had been gaining weight, Los Soldados would have accused him of stealing food, a treasonous charge. But no-- it was as if the hunter was losing his edge. Only La Rena's favor of him kept him in the pride after he had been delivering such poor results.

Not a few moments after dusk did that hunter had entered the royal chambers to deliver his trophy-- the alarms sounded. Horn trumpets blasting from the south barrier-- then the north and east, too. Jaspar and the rest of the Soldier fell into formation, a squad sent to each location.

It was a mistake-- a bloodbath. Hyenas from the south and a split pack of painted wild dogs attacking from the north and east. Many of them. Well-fed, so it wasn't a starving attack born of desperation. Jaspar had no time to think before the bodies of each side slammed into one another and it was a snarling bloody mess of teeth and fangs and claws. The dogs went down easy with a well-placed swipe. Hyenas, though, they are monstrous fighters. A hyena's bite could ruin a limb for life.

It was only instinct. Leap, grab, sink teeth into unprotected flesh. Claws extended, tail whipping for balance. Not a bite landed on him before it was over, before the attacking animals suddenly turned tail and fled as if all receiving a silent order to run. A few dead ones were left in their wake. About seven dead dogs and two dead hyenas.


But when Jaspar rushed back to the royal dens-- a crowned prince lies bleeding out next to his guard at the entrance. He pushes past, ignoring the sound of El Rey's personal guard thundering down the path, the King roaring over the chaos. La Reina lies on the floor moaning, her shoulder injured by a neat gash running along the belly of the main muscle. La Reina Madre staggers to her feet, disoriented from a minor head wound.

"He took her! He took my Laura!"

La Reina's wail chills Japsar's blood.

When Jaspar gets close enough, La Reina Madre pounces on him. "You fools! Davíd distracted you and took the heiress!"

"... he prayed to one of those heathen gods, Ares!" Another soldier shoves his way inside. "I heard him invoke the wrath of the god before he slayed the Crown Prince!"


With that information, Jaspar could save his hide from the King's rampage. He beat El Rey to the soldiers, questioning them. None of them gave him a good answer as to how the princess had been stolen. The Royals watched, gaze harsh, as Jaspar slaughtered five lions in cold blood for their failures. It was them or him... Jaspar had the quicker-mind to prolong his life.

As the blood drained from the fifth solider, Jaspar's vision turns red. Among the rich colors of crimson and dark maroon, a stranger materializes as if molded from blood. With the maw of a hyena, the eyes of wolf, and the horns of a widowmaker. The stranger was a frightening sight if Jaspar was not already in the midst of playing the game for his own life.

You caught my interest, vengeful soldier. I have taken it upon myself to accept your offerings. The lion's voice is like a roar and a growl twisted with the scream of dying prey.

Mars, the god of war and destruction.

The god bares a mouth too full of sharp teeth when Jaspar identifies him. If you continue to kill in my honor, I shall name you my champion.

Jaspar's yes is instinctual, vicious-- and he's back, standing in El Rey's hall. The bodies and blood disappeared when his vision faded back into the mortal plane. Born anew in his permanently bloody coat.

Mars' Champion.


[800/800]

[Meekins12345]

I'm out ;u; Didn't have the time. Good luck, y'all!

[zoocyte]

i've been taking forever to judge this y'all, my apologies
mid, spoons, you are both writing powerhouses so i had to bounce between them back in forth in my head

mid, i love that you took a mythological route for your writing! it gives it this kind of old, crisp feel of reading something ancient off an old piece of parchment. there's this huge, worldbending gravity applied to the story, knowing that it's a matter of powerful divinities and the duality of the literal incarnations of good and evil. the kind of imagery in my head is the stuff you'd see in a big and dramatic fresco. great work!!

spoons, jaspar's gradual descent into bloodshed and savagery was an interesting read. i love the feel of the world they're in, there's lots of little details in there i enjoy (widowmaker is an absolutely badass word for a buffalo for one). i also like how it ties into the stories of other characters, making it feel like this one in particular is just part of a larger whole, with a lot still going unsaid. the story has the vibe of a classic tragedy which i really dig. overall also a great work!!

the winner of this lion is myspoons, and mid-life will be getting an RU (to be put up soon-ish)!

[MySpoons]

aaa, thank you so much! And a huge congrats to mid, I'm so happy you're also getting a copperfell bab~