Username: dewly_noted
Link to pride: The ambivalent
Prompt Number: E22
Completed Prompt:
As Halloween comes to an end lions of all shapes and sizes take a moment to rest and contemplate over the festivities and begin making plans for next year. Cleaning up his handled by the founder Karllè, who ensures that by dawn the next day the camp is returned to it's former glory. Sometimes lions may volunteer to assist but cleaning up is mostly a ritual Karllè takes upon herself and herself alone. The day after is spent in near silence as the pride continues to think over the celebrations and festivities.
The few who don't rest or assist with healing often set up an after party of sorts to continue on with festivities in the caves below camp where they are forbidden to go. The after party is much of the same festivities with an overuse of the tribe members powers to make a light show to accompany the festivities, something they aren't allowed to do during Halloween itself. [160]
Username: dewly_noted
Link to pride: The ambivalent
Prompt Number: E23
Completed Prompt:
A running joke amongst the pride is that the current number of members their pride has is an unlucky number. It started out as a joke amongst the early pride members that they were the unlucky few to be cursed with powers and such a gathering of cursed people in in of itself was unlucky. With each new member that joins the joke becomes a little less understood and more interpreted as fact, some lions taking on the superstition more seriously. With each new pride member a few lions will go around, some joking, some concerned stating that the new unlucky number is eight or nine and so forth. It's the only real superstition the pride has in regards to numbers, a running joke that turned into something more to members of the pride who are uninitiated in the sense of humour of the original members. Those who are new members of the pride feel a burden of ticking that cursed number up by one. [165]
Username: dewly_noted
Link to pride: The ambivalent
Prompt Number: E24
Completed Prompt:
It was a flick of the ear through the night while alone, the sound of distant footsteps creeping their way through the darkness. Ca'ndra paused, maw breaking into a sharp grin as she paused in her walking, listening as the footsteps behind her crept once or twice before coming to a halt.
She turns on her heel, stepping towards the sound, grin getting sharper and sharper as the lights she wears clink against each other. The creatures in the dark had chosen the wrong person to sneak upon, the lights illuminating the darkness and casting the figure in the darkness at a disadvantage. Maybe another would be scared by a figure in the dark but this was Ca'ndra, the lioness who dealt with an inner darkness far scarier than a stalker in the night. She stepped forwards closer and closer to the figure only to find an out of sorts Zion, looking apathetic as always but with a hint of fear. Clearly Ca'ndra's show had gotten to him, good, it served him right for creeping through the darkness.
"What do you want?" Ca'ndra asked, breaking the fearful look from Zion features. Apparently they had something to discuss. [197]
Link to pride: The ambivalent
Prompt Number: E22
Completed Prompt:
As Halloween comes to an end lions of all shapes and sizes take a moment to rest and contemplate over the festivities and begin making plans for next year. Cleaning up his handled by the founder Karllè, who ensures that by dawn the next day the camp is returned to it's former glory. Sometimes lions may volunteer to assist but cleaning up is mostly a ritual Karllè takes upon herself and herself alone. The day after is spent in near silence as the pride continues to think over the celebrations and festivities.
The few who don't rest or assist with healing often set up an after party of sorts to continue on with festivities in the caves below camp where they are forbidden to go. The after party is much of the same festivities with an overuse of the tribe members powers to make a light show to accompany the festivities, something they aren't allowed to do during Halloween itself. [160]
Username: dewly_noted
Link to pride: The ambivalent
Prompt Number: E23
Completed Prompt:
A running joke amongst the pride is that the current number of members their pride has is an unlucky number. It started out as a joke amongst the early pride members that they were the unlucky few to be cursed with powers and such a gathering of cursed people in in of itself was unlucky. With each new member that joins the joke becomes a little less understood and more interpreted as fact, some lions taking on the superstition more seriously. With each new pride member a few lions will go around, some joking, some concerned stating that the new unlucky number is eight or nine and so forth. It's the only real superstition the pride has in regards to numbers, a running joke that turned into something more to members of the pride who are uninitiated in the sense of humour of the original members. Those who are new members of the pride feel a burden of ticking that cursed number up by one. [165]
Username: dewly_noted
Link to pride: The ambivalent
Prompt Number: E24
Completed Prompt:
It was a flick of the ear through the night while alone, the sound of distant footsteps creeping their way through the darkness. Ca'ndra paused, maw breaking into a sharp grin as she paused in her walking, listening as the footsteps behind her crept once or twice before coming to a halt.
She turns on her heel, stepping towards the sound, grin getting sharper and sharper as the lights she wears clink against each other. The creatures in the dark had chosen the wrong person to sneak upon, the lights illuminating the darkness and casting the figure in the darkness at a disadvantage. Maybe another would be scared by a figure in the dark but this was Ca'ndra, the lioness who dealt with an inner darkness far scarier than a stalker in the night. She stepped forwards closer and closer to the figure only to find an out of sorts Zion, looking apathetic as always but with a hint of fear. Clearly Ca'ndra's show had gotten to him, good, it served him right for creeping through the darkness.
"What do you want?" Ca'ndra asked, breaking the fearful look from Zion features. Apparently they had something to discuss. [197]