[Sixbane]

VOK Halloween event 2019 - October 21st - October 31st
Main Thread I Prompts/leveling up I Artist Search I Discord server I Nursery

"Whats this? It seems the legend itself has shown itself; and seems rather unhappy.... is it possible that all our ideas were wrong? What is the truth of this mysterious lion?"

This one is a special adopt; for this adopt I want you to tell me the true hallows eve tale of the headless lion.

Technically the event cover art is of the lion, and will be therefore usable/owned by the winner too;

Wings are rarely/potentially passable to cubs; but the fire and headless trait ARE unique to this lion and not passable at the current time.

You can go with/reference the legend on the front page of the adopts, or completely disregard/rewrite whatever you want. Were the legends completely false?

To adopt you must either have a founder and be level 1. Or, you can adopt this one as your founder!


This contest will end November 15th

You may pretty up, but no art is allowed for this contest; it should be writing based. 500 word max

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Lion name:[/b]
[b]Pride:[/b]
[b]Their real legend:[/b]

[sillies]

mmm hannahbun res

[acronymm]

M! ❤️

W/ the name Vortexx

[nymx]

Username: sky--lines
Lion name: brone / cain
Pride: kingdom of highsun
Their real legend:

anguished wails echoed throughout the land, apollyon found himself disturbed by it. it was hauntingly familiar, where were they coming from? why was it so familiar? he made sure his pride was asleep before he headed towards the wails. it led him into a dark wasteland, the tree's were barren and broken. he was growing wary, about to turn back before the sight of a familiar figure crept into his view. the thing looked scared, skittish even as he came closer. it whirled around, and apollyon forced himself not to run. it's head, where was it's head? was this creature sent from the gods? it seemed to see him as it stood, dark wings unfolding from his back that he hadn't noticed before. the moonlight shone down on the two. "brother," it's voice echoed, full of pain and longing. apollyon stiffened, no, no... it couldn't be. the brother he had left behind; "brone?" apollyon mustered, coming closer. he shook his head, well at least that's what it seemed. the blue flame seemed to burn brighter. "cain." he corrected, but apollyon was persistent. "mother and father called you brone," he insisted, his feelings long forgotten as he argued with him. "cain, now. brone is dead, you know that." apollyon seemed regretful at the fact, "then how are you... here?" cain laughed, echoing and ringing through the woods. "you brother is apart of this... host- this body." cain explained, "his consciousness is here, his thoughts, his memories." the head seemed to frown, "falling in love with a queen from another pride, and when she rejected him it shattered his heart. not a common way to go." apollyon winced, "you living are always so fragile, worrying about the small things when really you should worry what comes after." cain responded, seemingly shaking his head yet again. apollyon wanted to ask what he meant but everything was overwhelming. "my brother," he began looking toward the headless flame. "you said he is a part of you?" cain nodded, "many mortals are apart of me. your brother is not the first one to refuse to die, but he was persistent." a pause, "he's here, listening. he want's to apologize, for leaving you. he tells me your parents weren't the kindest, though he judges you for leaving still." cain rambled, the flame looked to the distance. "you see the dead? you speak with them?" apollyon asked, his tone confused yet intrigued. "yes, and the dead speak through me." the golden lion frowned, "how?" cain beckoned the king as he walked. "i walk among the living, and speak the tongue of the dead." he told him simply. "that god of yours is cruel." he began, "a son of sol does not go unpunished. i wish the void would've swallowed me up before they forced me to live like this." he paused. "not alive, but not quite dead either." apollyon hesitated "come with me, join me." cain tilted his head, the flaming head burning brighter. "as you wish, high king."

[500/500]

[leafless willow]

mark

[DraconisSumeris]

Username: Draconis Sumeris
Lion name: Ryu (the second word in 'Black Dragon' in japanese. the other word being Kuroi)
Pride: Kuroi Pride
Their real legend:
500/500 words used

Ryu sat down and observed the lion in front of him. Tyrion didn't back down, he was calm.

"What really happened to you?" Tyrion asked and cackle erupted from the headless lion. The blue flame swirled and dipped, almost hypnotically.

"You want to know?" The deep velvety voice washed over Tyrion, but wasn't spoken out loud. Curious,Tyrion nodded and Ryu shifted his weight to the ground.

"Very well. But to tell you... I must take you back to the beginning...."

Suddenly, Tyrion found himself in a gorgeous part of the valley, in the shimmering green grasslands. He pricked his ears. He could hear the rumbles of laughter, from cubs. A Black Cub tackled a golden looking cub over, with a laugh.

"Got ya!" He giggled, then lept off of his companion.

"Ryu! You know that's not fair!" The golden cub complained, obviously a female. she got up and shook off her fur.

"It's completely fair, Kira!" The energetic Ryu squeaked.

The image then faded away, Showing the pair as Adults. Kira stood still, and Ryu approached her. "It Wasn't your fault..." Ryu murmured, "We Need practice. We need to control our powers."

Kira glared at him with tears in her eyes. "What we have, Ryu, IS A CURSE." She Hissed. Bright Red fire hovered around her paws before she quickly leapt away in an attempt to get rid of it. The flame died out, and she ran away, leaving Ryu alone who collapsed with sobs himself.

"If you could only see, My love..." He whispered before the image again swept and refocused.

Kira lay, deathly still, her body full of bites and scratches. Ryu Stood over her, Injured himself, and snarled at a group of lions. " THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" He roared, Blue flames sweeping out from his body. He snarled as the lions jumped through his flame, untouched and engaged in an angry battle with the enraged black lion.

The group left as Ryu was on his last moment of life. His body lay facing that of his lover, who had already left this world. He gasped, anger filling every inch of him as he thought of how he was unable to protect her, and wished vengeance with every might he could muster, until finally darkness took hold of him.

His blue flame concentrated around his now lifeless body, taking the form of an ethereal looking lion. The flame swirled angryly, and he reached a paw out to touch his body, which began to glow a bright blue. When the light settled down, Ryu stood up in his transformed body, With no head and flowing Raven's wings.

"If They made me out to be a monster," He hissed angrily. "I shall Be their Monster!"

Tyrion blinked harshly as he returned to his senses, standing in front of the Self Cursed Ryu.

"I am Tired, Tyrion. I must find what i have lost to become mortal again. Will you help me?" He rasped.

Tyrion knew his only response. "Yes."

[Vexious]

Username: vexious
Lion name: paarthurnax
Pride: the pride of setting sun
their real legend:

paarthurnax has been rarely seen among some lands, his lore started out almost like a whisper in the wind to spread wildfire. although different stories have been told why he is how he is, the truth is.. that there is hardly any truth. paarthurnax believes he is just a normal lion, whenever he looks in a reflection of water he sees what he had once looked like, so anytime another lion or being tells him something different it angers him, everyone who isnt afriad to speak up to him calls him delusional with anger and hatred. he now searches, wondering the savannah for a place to accept him and to believe that he isnt a strange beast that so many are convinced he is.

[Runnersback]

Username:Runnersback
Lion name:Mabawa(Swahili for wings)
Pride: Pride of Safiri’s Oasis
Their real legend:

Thump Thump Thump! The lion’s Heart was racing as it was running through the thickets of the jungle.His massive raven wings was broken and he could not flee in this stormy Midnight weather.How he came to be running was a interesting aspect of the story. Mabawa had just came back from a hunting trip but his pride had surrounded him. The lions were name calling him Murderer! Blasphemer! Monster! Until the queen of the tribe stepped forward to approach Mabawa, she was normally a gentle soul but not now it was time to make the murderer pay. Mabawa looked in pure horror it wasn’t him, he wouldn’t even hurt a soul granted he had massive raven wings but he was a gentle lion. “It wasn’t me!” He howled out as the rain was drenching his wings and midnight black fur, the wind swirling so pound it drowned out his fierce voice.

Mabawa whipped around looking for the culprit and saw the vindictive shaman named Catalina, who always hated him ever since the mates broke up.He saw the blood dripping from her powerful jaws before she slunk away into the system of caves.It was too late the real killer had disappeared leaving him to pay, lions left to right were leaping on the massive lion taking him down and breaking his wings. Mabawa snarled and shook them off sprinting off through the clearing with his broken wings behind him.He continued running through the jungle trying to clear the distance between him and the lions of his old pride.Soon enough he was far far away from them and high into the mountains. He hid their for ages and continuously moved caves so he would never be found again.

Catalina has grown curiouser about where the handsome lion had disappeared to even though she pinned her murders on him.So she set out towards the mountains on a 12 day trip to hunt him down.Catalina continued day and night with no breaks until she saw the massive lion flying into his cave.She pounded up the brash trail panting and made it.“Hello Mabawa how delightful it is to see you.” Catalina ran her tail gently across his face with a evil look into her golden hazel eyes.She smiled at the startled male and watched him drop the log in his mouth.

The two enemies surprisingly started to bond over the course of the week even though Mabawa had a horrible feeling about it.He went out on a stroll and furrowed his brows as a storm was approaching once again.Catalina trailing behind him, she decided the time to strike was finally right.So she lept and smother Mabawa to the ground, calling upon all the evil spirits of the underworld.They came and took his life and his head leaving Mabawa their broken hearted but still alive. They may have took his head but not his heart.Soon Catalina brought back the head to the old pride where the held a festival in honor for a month straight. Mabawa was being helped by a kind guardian spirit lioness and was a given his ghastly blue head. It wasn’t his luxurious mane but it would do until he could find love again and his head. Now he spends his stormy nights in search of his stolen head. The old lioness cackled as thunder crashed in the back ground and the cubs were huddle together trembling. T-The Brone r-really dies like that? A cub squeaked out till a mother came over licking his head and scolding him for believing such false tales but it was true. If only they knew the deranged old lioness was Catalina and she truly did kill Mabawa.

[Firedancer77]

this babe is super cool, but I don't think he fits with my pride, so I'm going to drop out. good luck everyone!!

[_rιyα_]

Username: toast ❤
Lion name: Karod
Pride: N/A
Their real legend:
Karod was never an ordinary lion, like those who lived in their large, happy prides, those who he longed to join. But he couldn't; he was always that one lion, the one with the curse.
When Karod was just a young cub, he had been part of a pride. He was surrounded by his sisters and brothers; his family through it all. But there was something different about him: Everything about him was entirely black, from his fur to his tongue to his irises. Surrounding lions warned his pride, saying that with Karod came a curse, and soon enough, lions began dying, and not just one or two. In one day, seven of his pridemates fell over dead with no warning.
At first, his family stood by him, saying that there must be a disease going around. But with every death, Karod grew stronger, bigger, more volatile. It got to the point where at a year old, he was more than twice the size of the other cubs his age. At that point, other things began to change about him. Lions began to notice shadows following in his footsteps, and his once ebony eyes now glowed with a greenish-blue hue whenever his temper rose. And then, the unthinkable happened. In a fit of rage, Karod accessed powers he didn't even know he had: He harnessed the shadows trailing behind him and used them to drain the life from his pride leader. His pridemates were horrified; even he was horrified. He ran off into the night, confused and scared at his powers.
The next day, the strongest lions in his pride banded together and searched him out. In one swift motion, all the ties he had to the pride had been broken when he killed the leader. His former pridemates informed him that he was to leave, to go far away and never come back, or they would find him and end him.
Karod was devastated. Now he was stuck, all on his own, as all the other nearby prides had heard of his monstrous deed and refused any pleas he had. He lost himself, and while he wandered farther and farther away from what he knew, he encountered a group of poachers. Karod was despondent and almost docile, so the poachers made quick work of him; they took his head and were just trying to dispose of him when he came back to life. The spirits of all those who died because of him fueled his revival, and in place of his head, ghostly blue-green flames sprang up, trailing along his body. Large black wings sprouted up out of his back, and in one swoop, he lifted himself up into the air, escaping to the sky, where the poachers couldn't reach him.
And that's the true legend of Karod, the headless lion.
(474, I think)