Lions of the Cosmos: Event - Time: Event Lions

[CCrow]

10LionTime01
Username: CCrow
Lion Trying For: Hobbit's 2nd (dragon boy)
Extension: Yes or No Yes please <3 Thought I could finish it today but my family has been hogging the computer

[lichenfeather]

10LionTime01
Username: lichenfeather
Lion Trying For: oblivionwing01's design/ice + death
Extension: Yes or No no

[River Song]

10LionTime01
Username: River Song
Lion Trying For: Light and death
Extension: Yes or No Yes please! I thought I would have time, but my phone broke.

[rey doodles]

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Username;; rey doodles

Name;; Matumizi - Meaning use in Swahili

Gender;; Female

Element;; Disease

Design;; shattered beazt's non-owner

Rank;; Fighter

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Personality;;

clingy - easily manipulated - vengeful - determined
The world has never been kind to the bearer of disease, the difficulty of
controlling her element and it’s volatile properties making her a dangerous
creature to associate with. This has left Matumizi angry at the world for
being so cruel, yet also quick to latch on to those who make even a small
effort to befriend her. Matumizi will quickly follow anyone to the ends of the
earth if it means she will emerge with a friend. Although this unyielding
loyalty can lead her to be a strong ally, it also comes with it’s own set of
consequences. Matumizi is very easy to manipulate, and if someone makes
any effort to do so, chances are they will succeed. She lacks independence,
and it can be easy to ask her to do something that may not be in her best
interests, as long as you pretend to be her friend. In a similar sense, if
someone hurts her or one of the people she follows, she will find them and
enact revenge. Her loyalty is that of the disease she carries, infectious and
nearly impossible to get rid of, no matter how hard someone tries. It eats
away at the bearer, and is constantly there, even when it is at it’s weakest.
Matumizi will fight to get her way, no matter the consequences that she has
to bear afterwards. Once her mind is set on something, the lioness will not
back down, even if it costs her greatly. She rarely gives up, and will risk
everything, even her life, just to get her way.



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Her grey-brown flanks heave, soaked with thick sweat, and bright eyes burn with fear.
The lioness gives a strangled cough as her slim frame shudders in pain. The small
feline writhes, dust mixing in with the pool of foaming drool bubbling around her
gasping mouth. She is wild-eyes, trembling violently, gasping for breath like a fish out
of water. Her nostrils flare, and she can hear her heartbeat pounding in her head.
"Boom boom."
"Boom boom."
"Boom boom."
She knows she is panicking, she knows what is happening. She's not scared. Matumizi
is absolutely terrified. Her eyes flash with fear, and she lets out a strangled screech.
“Someone help me.” She calls out, but nobody comes. She whimpers softly,
but nobody comes. Her vision clears, just in time for her to see two large paws
walking towards her. She weakly raises her head, only for her vision to cut
to black.


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I am damaged, far too damaged,
But you’re not beyond repair.
Stick around here,
Make things better
‘Cause you beat me fair and square.
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History;;

When LoC were young, Matumizi was born from the dust, entering the world
silently and with grace. Her first experience was pain, the sort that is almost
unforgettable, and would leave a lion scarred for life. Matumizi spent years
of her life in a struggle, fighting against her element, doing her best to control
the creature within herself. She found that no matter what she did, her element
almost always won against her, leaving the frail lioness half dead until a rat
or vulture would be lured by the promise of carrion. Then, she would take the
chance the world had given her, letting her disease fester in the creature that
had only come for food. She spent the next nine years alone, never meeting
another soul, and grappling in a downhill battle with her element. The
dangerously unstable lioness nearly succumbed to her illness, and nearly died
multiple times. One particular month, after barely any food and less water,
Matumizi passed out, convinced she would die. It was here, choking and afraid,
that Matumizi met the members of the old pride. She, being as clingy as she is,
instantly held onto them, joining their ranks in the years to come. She revered
them, seeing them as saviours and worshiping them in a large way. She owed
her life to these lions, and she would fight for them, no matter what they asked
her to do. She managed to make a few solid friends, and she loved them with
all her heart. Some of them died fighting the rebels, others disappeared.
Many got sick, and were unable to defend themselves. Matu holds this guilt with
her, knowing that she somehow, despite her best efforts, caused this. At one
point she was with her team, doing their best to hold of the rebels, when their
distractor was taken down, and one of the rebels reached Matumizi. He gave
her the scars she still bears to this day before he was pulled away by the tank.
Matu always felt a strong bond between herself and her team, so seeing one
of them killed left her horribly upset. Her life was what she perceived as normal
for a long while after, until she witnessed the lake cub and dream lioness
massacres. The brown lioness had already began to have doubts about the
intentions of her pride, and after the lake cub massacre and the deaths of the
dream lionesses, Matumizi struggled with her morals. When the so called
“alpha” of the future arrived, Matu saw her chance to escape what had spiraled
out of her control. Little did the frail lioness know, but she was about to find a
new life. This was a life as a fighter with the new pride. Gradually, she is
learning how to move on, how to forgive, and maybe one day, how to forget.

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When Matumizi came into the world, it was silent. Even her pawsteps,
soft against the veil of dust covering the ground, seemed not to make
a sound. The golden powder shimmered and sparkled, soft flakes of
it floating down, settling on the back of Matumizi like snow. It was so
unbearably quiet. The entire world was devoid of sound until
Matumizi screamed. Her voice held, high in pitch caught in a shriek
of startled pain. She trembled, yellow eyes wide with fear. The
volume of her strangled cry rose, filling the air, twisting upwards and
ricocheting into the darkness. It was a sharp, desperate sound that
chased all serenity from it’s place and replaced it with a single sentence.
“I am afraid.”
A thin line of spittle traced the lioness’s jaw, and her claws dug into the
earth, every one of her muscles tense. She screamed and screamed,
the sound unending, echoing back at her in the cold air. The yell of
choking desperation ended just as suddenly as it had began. Matumizi
panted, murky saliva tracing down her neck and leaving a dark stain
against her grey-brown fur. She shuddered violently, and with a whimper
her legs gave out from underneath her skinny form. Matumizi fell against
the ground, a gentle cloud of dust rising around her, settling on top of her
still form and clinging to her sweaty hide. When Matumizi came into the
world, the truth was thrown upon her. From her first, silent steps in
golden dust, she knew that to survive she would have to fight, not caring
who she hurt along the way.


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The lake cub massacre

There is blood on this lion's paws, some of it her own, and much of
it belonging to others. One tragedy she recalls is the massacre that
occurred by the edge of a lake. She hadn’t planned to get involved,
but fate can be a tricky thing. One of the younger lions ran at her,
seeing her frailer frame and limp as a chance to escape. However,
she is stronger than she appears, and quickly threw him back into the
fray. She watched as another lion took hold of him, throwing him into
the lake. The last thing she felt was his eyes on her, desperate,
pleading, and holding a cold promise. “I will get my revenge.”

The dream lionesses

This event left Matumizi shaken and terrified of what was to come
in the future. Although she was not an active part of the slaughter
of the twelve dream lionesses, she was a witness. She stood by
helplessly, not wanting to get close yet also unable to avert her eyes.
What scared her most wasn’t the smell of metallic blood or the frightened
screams, but the fact that she was a mirror of the lionesses. Everything
about them, their fright, their powerful elements, their inability to fight back,
Matu could see herself standing where they were. The aftermath of this
tragedy was Matu’s first inkling of something being amiss with her
thought to be saviors.

Actions of the past

Forgiveness. Matumizi believes that others could be forgiven, yet she
herself would not take this option. Not because she believes she is above
it, or that her past actions are unforgivable, just that the scrawny lioness
believes she has nothing she would need to be forgiven for. In her mind,
all of her actions are justified by her urge to survive. However, with time,
and if she learns to understand how her actions affected so many others,
she will likely be crushed with guilt.

Forging allegiances

With seeing the new pride, Matu was at first shocked. Were these lions not
similar to who she had dedicated her life to fighting against? However,
gradually, she began to see what deeply disturbed her. The lions that
resembled the rebels still had families, friends, and souls. Gradually, she
watched the world she thought she knew crumble, and is now rebuilding it with
a new allegiance, to those of the new pride. Despite this, she still refers to them
as the rebels, perhaps not wanting to believe that this other worldview could be what
her pride, the one she was first rescued by, became.

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The end of Matumizi’s fur is coarse, and stained with spittle and sweat.
Mud cakes her lower legs, dry and flaking. The lioness of disease looks
half starved, her ribs jutting out and her shoulders unnaturally prominent.
Matumizi’s element has obviously taken a toll on her well being, as her fur
is thin, and when her element is at it’s strongest, it falls out in thick clumps.
She looks somewhat like a dog with mange.
Her eyes are bright, intelligence obvious however they are overshadowed
by the deep fear they hold in their yellow depths. Matumizi is built lightly,
and is quite small for the average LoC. Matu is long legged and dangerously
thin. Her muzzle is long, and her eyes are sunken in. The lionesses brown
coat is dusty from a lifetime of neglect. When Matumizi walks, she has an
apparent limp, favouring her left hind leg. As she walks, her tail will lash
back and forwards, and her narrow head swings in an almost snakelike motion.
Her movements are slow, giving her a drowsy appearance. Do not be fooled by
this, as her attacks are as deadly as the disease she embodies.
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The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try,
no matter how much we want it,
some stories just don’t have a happy ending.
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Themesongs;;
Matu is strongly represented by these two songs, both which portray her
personality and morals well.
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The lioness was a whirl of claws, her sickly green magic blazing brightly.
Her lips were pulled back into a grimace as she spun. Sweat pooled under
her armour, rubbing at her skin. Matumizi’s breath clouded around her, and
she growled, the sound deep and resonant. She lifted her head, eyes
scanning the fight in front of her. The growl in her throat died as she saw
the distractor from her team pinned under a rebel. She called out, panic rising.
The distractor squirmed at the sound of his name, panting. The lion on top of him
hissed, and let loose a burst of flame. He screamed, the sound morphing into a
strangled screech and after an unbearable moment, silence. The lion who had
held him lifted his head, turning his blazing eyes to Matumizi. She whimpered,
shocked at seeing her comrade taken out so effortlessly. The fire elemental
charged forwards, his claws glinting in his own glow. Matu looked around nervously,
cowering, too stunned to do much else than a small whine. The fire elemental
blinked his green eyes, lashing out with a large paw. It struck Matumizi on the
side of her neck. Pain branched out, and she was shaken from her stupor by his
hot breath. The grey-brown lioness stumbled back, but not in time to dodge his next
blow. Her attacker’s claws tore her skin, leaving three deep scratches down her flank,
and her left leg gave out. She crumpled, like a marionette whose strings had been cut,
her breath coming in shallow gasps. Rage flared in the rebel’s eyes, and he lifted a
paw to take the final blow. Instead of a swipe to her throat, Matu watched in
amazement as her attacker was bowled over by the tank of her team. His short mane
blew in the wind, and he easily pinned the rebel under his own weight. Matu
blinked in relief, before pulling herself to her feet, doing her best not to show
her limp as she struggled away from the battlefield.


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[River Song]

Link to form!

This is for the light and death lion

[Dead account 01]

RULING ON EXTENSIONS



Shattered Beazt's Disease Lioness : Will receive an extension of 2 days.

Starry Knight's Death + Life Lion : No extension.

Oblivion-Wing01's Ice + Death Lion : No Extension

Charboo's Earth + Life Lioness : Will receive an extension of 5 days.

Starry Knight's Life + Air Lion : Will receive an extension of 5 days.

Hobbit Geek's Earth + Ice Lioness : No extension

Hobbit Geek's Lava + Death Lion : Will receive an extension of 5 days.

[Dead account 01]

Reminder: The competition for the disease lioness ends today at midnight MST.

The competition for the Earth/Life lioness(Charboo's), the Life/Air lion(Starry Knight's), and the lava/death lion(Hobbit Geek's) end in 3 days.

[Dead account 01]

After speaking to nearly all the other staff, it has been narrowed down to two winners for the Viking Boy/Ice+Death boy. It really was a tough race between the two of you. I can not explain enough to you how close of a race this was between the two of you.

It has been decided that the Viking Boy will go to -Willowkist. I felt that the personality and motivations you had set best reflected his male's viking theme. Congratulations.

I must also congratulate Lichenfeather. While your form didn't fit this exact character, it is worthy of some reward. For this, you are being given a custom slot that you can use to create your own event lion. (Please talk to Starry about what sort of edits and what-not) You are free to re-use the character you formed in your form, and use it with this new lion.

I ask that, those who were competing for the other lions, understand that this was a very complex situation that might not arrise in your competition. The other lions might not receive an RU of sorts.

[SukarettoYanagi]

Holy-
Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness.
I really was not expecting to win! I honestly and 100% expect Lichenfeather to win. Their form had a great character- and art! However, I must give a huuge congrats to them as well!! I'm excited to see what you come up with for your RU! And if you need help with it, I'd be more than happy to help. <3

[lichenfeather]

Ah, thank you so much Cai, Starry, and everyone who had a hand in judging this. Everyone's form was spectacular, and I can't imagine it would have been easy.

Willow, kudos to you! You created an utterly enchanting character, and I cannot wait to see how he navigates life in the new world! Ísólfr will absolutely have to meet Jet at some point - I'm sure that will be an interesting encounter, however it goes down.

Thank you so much for the ru, I'm stoked to bring Sindri to life!