[~Soul~]

|| BJØRNA | BEAR WARRIOR || TRAVELING MOTHER ||
| THE NEW GUARD | LONER, WARRIOR | FEMALE | MYSPOONS |

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[MySpoons]

|| BJØRNA | BEAR WARRIOR || TRAVELING MOTHER ||
| THE NEW GUARD | LONER, WARRIOR | FEMALE | MYSPOONS |

Any story that keeps her cubs enraptured until they fall asleep is Bjørna's kind of story. Friðr is already buried in her long fur, while Magnhild is curled against her chest listening to her mother's heart.

"A story, please, mother!" Friðr, the youngest, pleads. Magnhild's head pops up, almost hitting Bjørna's chin.

"Something scary!" Her eldest decides, and her brother nods eagerly. As usual, something scary. Bjørna sometimes spins yarns for them as she talks, taloring the contents based on the fascination in their eyes. Tonight, though, she has something special. It is almost Alla Helgons Dag, All Hallow's Day, when the supernatural bleeds into the natural.

Bjørna blows her long hair out of her eyes... and begins:

Have you ever seen a creature with the jord, the earth, bled from them, my children?

Their innocent eyes widen, reflecting the distant stars glittering in the cold night. Bjørna tucks her paws under her, nudges her cubs closer to her so the warmth of her fur and her heat envelops them.

Their coats are white as bone, their eyes and noses pale red with blood. They have no color to them-- and if you are close to death and you see one, they become see-through except for their heart. A small black heart that beats too slow.

Bjørna's son is still with fright. Her daughter is smiling, eager to hear more.

Spøkelser, ghosts-creatures, are cursed. Trapped. They cannot escape the midgard, my children, for they had perished before they fulfilled a life-promise. Spøkelser walk the land, blind. Lost. For eternity. But these are not spirits, no. Spøkelser are tangible. Their feet leave tracks in the ground, their bodies rustle leaves and branches as they travel through the bushes.

"Have you seen one?" Magnhild gasps, enamored. Friðr shivers and hides his eyes under a paw.

I have, once. An elk, a grand bull. White as a blizzard in the greens of summer. His antlers looked like bone, and his bugle was like the howl of a wolf. He snuck up on me while I was alone, hunting a small cow. Perhaps it was his mate and he had come to stop me.

Magnhild puffs out her small chest, the moonlight dancing in her eyes. "Did you kill it? You did, didn't you, mother! You're strong!"

No, my child. I would have been cursed if I had killed him-- I would have robbed the Spøkelse of all chance of completing his life-promise that kept him in Midgard. His curse would become mine. I would have wandered, lost.

"She didn't, see?" Friðr says, relieved.

I abandoned my hunt. For it is not wise to tangle with the supernatural-- even I do not wish to fight a ghost. Curses are not fought with strength, but fate. Magic. These are not my strengths. Perhaps you may be better than I, but it is unwise to seek out curses.

"What would have happened if you had been cursed by him?" Magnhild, ever curious, presses on.

I would have been blinded to this life. My love, my purpose. I would have wandered the land without thought. Perhaps I would have starved-- those who are cursed do not speak, they do not recognize their kin. They travel out of sight and are not seen again.

"Is that what happened to Father?" Friðr, always the thinker, wonders.

Bjørna hums, not committing to an answer. She does not lie to her children, but truths are sometimes harmful.

You do not have to worry, Spøkelser are rare creatures.

Rest now, we still have long travels ahead.

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Friðr- peace, love
Magnhild- mighty/strong battle

[Raptocidic]

username; RupturedRaptor
lion name; Distant
lion gender; Male
pride; link to thread
pride status; Trencher
prompt;

Seeking refuge from a blazing wildfire a stranger had entered the Fire Lands undetected. By the time the pride returned from their raid he had already made himself at home. He had travelled from a distant land. When asked for his name he simply responded with saying others can call him Distant.

"I need to warn you about someone. It is about the Eatoria."

Distant had said the name Eatoria as if it were some forbidden word, a name meant to strike fear. The name held no significance to the pride however his fearful tone of voice and expression convinced them that this Eatoria , whoever they were, was most certainly not an individual they would want to meet.

"The Eatoria is a creature most horrible. She seeks power to leech the life away from the soul who possess it. You should be afraid of her and plan accordingly."

The pride looked rather baffled. Distant saw that they needed a better explanation or else they would simply dismiss his story just like the several others had. They always ignored him. Their fates were always horrible.

"Sit still and look into the wildfire you had begun. Let me tell you a story.

There was once a great cat named Ozworld. He possessed a magical ability so incredibly rare. Ozworld could control all elements magic offered him, Fire, cold, plant, healing and dark. He had powers for every magic aspect. He was not a very social individual, instead preferring to spend his time with his beloved mate Eatoria. Eatoria was a normal big cat, although she possessed great beauty, she did not have any magic abilities. The lived happily for a while in their small territory on a distant mountain. Over time she grew jealous of Ozworld. It got to the point where Ozworld feared her for his life.

One night when fog had rolled up the mountain and the moon was full Ozworld snuck away from their den on a ledge and climbed further up the mountain. He found a mysterious and large rock which she decided to roll towards a point that overlooked where his mate was sleeping. Ozowrld pushed the rock over the edge and the rock killed Eatoria in her sleep.

At that very moment lightning struck Ozowrld for what she had done. He had cubs, they were unharmed and awoke the next morning awoke to find their parents had gone. The rock that killed their mother had shattered into pieces. Each cub took one piece of the rock.

Eatoria's soul wanted revenge and power. She emerged from the underlands a few years later, having obtained some of Ozworlds energy from a fight with him in the underlands. However she wasn't powerful enough yet. Most of magic energy from Ozworld had been transferred to the rock she killed him with. Her cubs had disappeared each with a fragment of the rock.

To this day Eatoria's wrestles soul wonders the planet searching for the ancient stones and the ancestors of Ozworld. She will not stop until she assembles the stones to form the original rock and gain all of Ozworlds power for herself. She inhabits the bodies of others to interact with our world and achieve her evil goals.

Revenge is a motivation, but power is her true desire."

The pride had enjoyed the story but the thought nothing more of it. Collectively they didn't have any beleifs about souls surviving past death and passed it off as a very good scary ghost story. Distant feared for the worse and decided to join their pride in hopes of protecting them.

[~Soul~]

Winner is MySpoons
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