[azemyc]

Username: corvidous
Lion name:
Pride:
Their real legend:
-raven master
-ravens' calls are regarded as the call to death/death omen
-directs ravens to fly at night
-inspired legends of ravens darkening the sky at night and leaving only stars, which were wisps of the ghostly fur from his tail

[Mercuré]

Username: Irockwaffleking
Lion name: Ikaia/Brone
Pride: Haulani's Pride

Ikaia was known as Brone on earth after the great tragedy that befell him.

He was once happy. Each day after he had fulfilled his heavenly duties he wandered the savannah, watching the animals interact with each other, especially the lions. One day is gaze fell upon the queen of a pride, the great Lokelani, her fur a soft rose color like her namesake. No longer did he wander the savannah aimlessly but instead each night he drifted down and watched her from afar, longing.
Lokelani noticed one day a mysterious being in the trees near her but it disappeared quickly before she could find out what it was. This happened many times until she finally called out to it,

“I am a Lokelani, Queen of the Keone pride, make your presence known or leave my lands at once!”

Ikaia emerged from the shadows and greeted her finally and immediately the two became friendly. Their friendship soon turned to love and the gods from the heavens noticed as Ikaia began neglecting his duties. They were dismayed to find that he had fallen in love with an earthly lion and warned him to not continue with this relationship. Ikaia did not heed their warnings and went to Lokelani. Knowing Ikaia would continue to see Lokelani the gods sent down Iokua, a minor god and Ikaia’s brother.


Iokua watched the two meet in the moonlight and heard their soft laughs that could be barely heard over the soft breeze. That’s when Lokelani dropped the news, she was bearing Ikaia’s son. The minor god was as shocked as Ikaia and they both watched in stunned silence.

The minor god at loss for what to do quickly cursed the cub and Lokelani.
The cub was cursed so that any mortal being that look at its face directly would turn to stone, the gods not wanting the half-ling to be known.
As for Lokelani she was cursed to be forever moving, never resting for more than a day anywhere.

Lokelani with a fissure of power was sent away, Ikaia unable to run after her as he was summoned to the heavens. The gods reprimanded him but he did not listen as he cried out in anger and sadness.

Ikaia now wanders the earth each night. The lions of the savannah know him as brone as his sorrowful wailing can be heard from far and wide. He continues looking for his lost love as well as his now born child, determined to find them both one day and remove the curse.

[EchoIre]

Username: EchoIre
Lion name: Brone
Pride:
Their real legend:

It was a glowing Hallow's Night, swathed in the veil of night and lit by the large, amber moon.

[hawkfire102]

Username: hawkfire102
Lion name: Brone
Pride: The Howling Crags Pride
Their real legend:

Brone's legend has always been that, a fable. However, some of the aspects remained true. There was a queen and he does have a motive but to understand, you need the full story.

Brone wasn't a forgettable fellow, the Queen wanted him to be forgotten. The Queen, as beautiful as she was, was a tyrant. She brought nothing but destruction to the valley. Her constant need for war and the urge to over hunt was devastating the lands and threatened to spill out of the valley into the rest of the world. Brone's motive was to stop her.

He did his best with his pride to combat her forces to stop her atrocities. She would prey on weaker tribes to get them to join or perish. Brone stood to protect them. They did their best to protect the weak but slowly his numbers could not match those of the Queen's.

He was brought before her, the lone survivor of his pride and resistance. With a smirk, she had him tried and dispatched for his defiance towards her. She started spinning the tale that is now heard today to defame him and make the world forget about her crimes.

But Brone didn't forget.

With the backing of the souls lost during her regime, Brone rose again but this time, unable to be stopped. One by one, Brone struck down the agents of the Queen, diminishing her pride to nothing. The Queen paced in her den, knowing soon he would come for him.

She stopped in her tracks as her den lit up with blue light. She turned and cowered seeing what Brone had become. She pressed herself up against the wall as he approached.

"Your day of reckoning has come." His ghostly voice called to her. He reared back, his wings stretching out to balance him and he struck her down with his talons.


Now Brone walks the earth to save the weak from the atrocities of evil. His soul will not rest until he rides the world of the evils he fought against in life. Then, and only then, will his soul finally be at rest.

[Cinxer]

Username: cinderpelt20
Lion name:
Pride: savannahs
Their real legend:
Decapitated

[River Song]

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Grow, tiny seed
You are called to the trees
Rise till your leaves fill the sky
Until your sighs fill the air in the night
Lift your mighty limbs
And give praise to the fire

[MySpoons]

‡ 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘, 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄 [𝐄𝐎𝐍] ‡ 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 ‡
| 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 |

Astrona hears a mournful cry. It is her instinct to respond; ignoring pain is not her way.

At first, she sees a black lion wearing a cloak. With a silhouette broken by the flaming torch they hold in their mouth-- and one on their tail, too. As the tigress nears, though, she struggles to make sense of the figure before her.

The lion turns... to face her? There is no face. Astrona is not horrified. She is oddly detached from herself, her mind feeling as if she left it on the ridge she trotted down to greet them. The lion is inky black like a raven with matching wings. Beautiful wings gleaming from the unnatural blue fire that replaces their head and tail-tip. It is a silent, heatless fire.

Astrona is mesmerized.

"Are you in need of assistance? I heard you, I think, and came to confirm everything was alright..." Her voice trails off without her.

The lion's wings rustle, settling along their back.

A golden heart. A rare find, even among the dead. The lion's voice comes from everywhere, nowhere. Astrona feels them in her bones and hears them in her soul.

Astrona's Guardian training floats her out of whatever strange aura this lion gives off. "I am Guardian of Peace Astrona. Are you in need of my service?"

Greetings, Astrona. The flames grow warmer. I am of many names: Huginn, Muninn. Osiris, Hades. Mórrígan. Anubis, Pluto, Hel. Brone. Santa Muerte. Even Destiny, Fate. Or Death.

A name, unspoken, sticks in Astrona's mind. "The Grim." It is the version she is familiar with.

All are fitting. The lion remains a few paces from her, even when she tries to close the distance. I do not need assistance, no. And you do not appear to be in need of mine.

"Yours?" Astrona tries to think. "I think I am well, thank you."

Without laughing, the lion somehow impresses upon the tigress that they are amused. Yes, you are well. Why you heard my call, I know not.

Pieces are starting to fall in place through the haze. Astrona shakes her head to clear it. "Brone, the sorrowful, that's what the locals call you. An omen of death. But that's not... who you are..."

No. I have many names but need none. Feathers blacker than the night flutter in the cool breeze. I am the demi-god of the dead. Guide of wayward souls; the war-torn, the anguished. The lost, the lonely, the unnamed. My flame beckons them to rest.

"... no one I can save, then." Astrona's voice softens with grief.

The demigod's headless flame tilts. Now I understand why my song calls to you. It is not you I seek, Astrona. Return home.

The young Guardian hesitates, even as the aura of the Reaper bids her to leave. "Are you in need of hospitality? I respectfully offer my own."

It does not bode well for me to join the living.

But Astrona swears she hears regret in that ageless voice.

[500/500]

[West]

Mork!!
Idea: gifted the power of further existence by a god/spirit at a dire time (close to death maybe?). Presented themself excitedly to the others happy to be alive, but only spread fear in the end. They just want someone to talk to them for a moment so they can tell the truth.

[Raptocidic]

Username: RupturedRaptor
Lion name: Eatoria
Pride: link
Their real legend: (498 words)

"No, my name isn't Brone. You've got me confused with... well you've confused me with someone else.

I had just returned from a hunt. The hunt was successful and we had secured food for the entire week. I was tired and returned to my den in the mountains. I had food for my cubs. It was night time but when I arrived I saw swirling light flowing on top of the mountain. I was shocked to see Ozworld stood in the middle. I didn't think much of it at first however, i thought i was dreaming.

A few weeks later I saw something else happen. The storm was raging on everywhere except one spot where a beam of sunlight lit the floor. Ozzy was stood there, looking down at what I believed was a small animal that had been injured. He poked the small thing with his paw, only for its wounds to miraculously heal before it ran back into the storm. I hid when he returned. I was afraid of him.

Over time more and more questionable things happened. The more I looked for them the more occurrences I witnessed. I saw him make plants grow quickly. He summoned fire to keep our family warm, pretending the fire was caused by lightning hitting a tree. The next day he somehow made a swarm of bees drop dead on the spot.

By the time I confronted him the storm had been raging for a few days. When our cubs were sleeping I made Ozworld follow me to the top of the mountain. I confronted him about his powers, telling him what I had seen and I yelled at him. I just wanted an explanation... I was only up there in the middle of the storm so we wouldn't wake the cubs whilst we talked. But he grew defensive and i kept pushing for answers. Eventually he attacked, but he didn't mean to hurt me. I attacked back and all of a sudden we were fighting to the death.

He was winning but in a turn of events I managed to push him off the edge. He fell to the platform below. Without even thinking I pushed a large rock over the edge. I looked down and realised to my horror that the rock split apart and also killed one of my cubs. At first I just stood there, stunned. Then I ran over to them. They were both dead. I had killed Ozzy and my youngest cub Brone.

I deeply regret that night. I watched my other 4 cubs grow old knowing Brone never got the chance. My cubs ended up with Ozzys powers after each picking up the fragments of the rock. I believe the powers became attached to the rock when it fell on Ozworld.

And I just... I never died. My head withered away but the hurt of my own horrible mistakes burned in its place. I don't know how, but i'm somehow still here. "

[SlimPaw]

Username: SlimPaw
Lion name:
Pride:
Their real legend:

BIG WIP!