[zoocyte]

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this lion showed up after a vicious storm passed through...

to win them, tell me a story about this lion with the starting line: "on a dark, stormy night..."
min: 300 words
max: 500 words

|| 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖗 || 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 ||

| MALE | WANDERING WARLOCK | THE NEW GUARD | MYSPOONS |

ends: November 3, rollover (CS Time)

event thread | main thread I prompts/leveling up I artist search

[Flicka]

Username: Flicka
Lion name: Dhoulmagus
Lion gender: Male
Pride: n/a
Pride status: king or founder
Story:On a dark, stormy night... As I was at home relaxing playing some video games; It was like any other night when it rained, the glare of the screen reflecting from my glasses. On nights like this I like to watch let's plays of horror games, in particular the infamous Corpse Party. The smallest felines taking off as the sound of rain quickens, thunder clashes. Similar to the setting in the game while they're at heavenly host elementary school, adding to the ambiance as horrors strike around every corner. The acorns were dropping off the tree, with a similar sound of clopping until occasionally they smacked the storm door on the front with a thwack. Startling all occupants.

It was at that time, I flicked the light on to see what was going on outside; To see a shadowy figure in the rain. Only illuminated by the flashes of lightning, I couldn't quite make out the face. Squinting through the small hole in the window's glazed glass, as the figure hung out by a tall bush that had turned into a tree. Debating if this was some sort of trick by my neighbors I went back to my computer knowing all doors and windows were locked. It was as soon as I hit play that, I hear another noise; I got up slowly, as the remaining small felines eyes dilated but also were wide as an owl's as she looked in the direction the unidentifiable wet thing was outside. When I peeked through the hole, the thing was gone. So I returned to settle in, petting the soft fur of my fluffy weary friend as I grabbed my laptop and sat down the wind picked up again the lights flickered momentarily as I glanced around I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. The sound being like a large wet plop. I froze, the hair standing up on the back of my neck. Glancing at my small feline I saw the tail floofing up before the cat streaked away into the bedroom leaving me looking at the dark doorway of my kitchen as the floor creaked and I began to hear breathing.... I stared in horror as a form appeared in the doorway, it made a gurgling sound as it spoke and with my realization it had no face. It said "Trick-or-Treat"

[Mercuré]

Username: Irockwaffelking
Lion name: Iekika - "one who can forsee" (that's an I not a lowercase L)
Lion gender: female
Pride: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4186402&hilit=DNP
Pride status: Prophet/scryer
Story:
On a dark and stormy night, Iekika had a vision. She awoke and as if guided by something (or someone?) else she walked to a clearing as the rain drenched her. Lighting streaked across the sky and thunder quickly followed with a deep boom. Iekika did not flinch as the lightning danced and snaked across the sky and as the clouds swirled.

Another lightning bolt illuminated the sky again, this time showing the clouds. They formed shapes, lions. The vision was becoming clearer. Iekika knew standing in a field during a lightning storm was not safe but she trusted the heavens as she watched. The clouds swirled to show the scene of a large lion, its gaping mouth menacingly suspended in the middle of the storm.

A bad omen to be sure. Her visions didn’t come often but she always knew how to interpret them.

But then the scene changed. Lightning slashed through the face and the lions face changed to that of pain before it disappeared into the background. Something had defeated it.

Who? A hero? Someone like her?

As that thought came to her lightning struck. It seemed time had slowed down as she felt the electricity surge through her.

She closed her eyes and waited for death as the energy surged through her.

She opened her eyes hesitantly.

She was alive.

She glanced down at her body, shaking slightly from the shock and noticed her coat had changed. Her once pure black coat now had slivers of white that when contrasted with the black of her coat almost seemed to glow.

(like lightning)

She realized. Her mane was changed as well, it was spiky almost staticky now.

She had been touched by the heavens. The storm went away slowly as she stood there, the sun peeked out from the horizon.

What had the lion’s face meant? Was she in danger?

And what had she become?

[nymx]

Username: sky--lines
Lion name: vesuvius
Lion gender: male
Pride: kingdom of highsun
Pride status: advisor
Story:
on a dark and stormy night, apollyon stood watch. his eyes barely could see, the thick dark grey clouds covered the skies, no longer was their golden sun shining as it set. it was lonely, sure. with this vicious storm he found himself wondering if the gods had been angered, if there were any. just then, an angry bolt of lightning shot down, the thunder shaking the ground where he stood. fools. the king was too focused on the stormy weather, taking shelter from the pouring rain to notice the dark figure creep up on him. however, he did smell him. turning his head he could barely make out the figure, it blended so perfectly with the storm. "excuse me, sir." the voice called to him, and the golden lion perked. "yes?" his voice was not friendly, far from it. cold and demanding respect. this strange lion didn't seem to be affected by it. "i was wondering if i may take shelter here, the storm is preventing me from going any farther." apollyon tilted his head, and beckoned the lion towards him. "always up for company." the male dipped his head gratefully. "if i may ask, you have this big den all to yourself? it's just you..." apollyon bristled at his words, was he going to try and kill him? how respectable. "yes, there used to be a pride. they're gone now." it was the truth, and an attempt to scare the lion if he were to try anything. "you must be the so-called god they talk about." he began, he turned his head to look at the male. "apollyon, the sun god's chosen." the king seemed to perk, "i've heard many stories. how you conquered prides and they worshipped the ground you walked on. then when they decided to do otherwise you made them extinct." his tone was of awe and interest. "my name has spread then? good." was all his response. as if on cue, the rain faded and the moon parted the clouds, shining down on the lion. the stormy lion was easier to see now, his blue eyes shining with interest. "my name is vesuvius, your highness." he bowed, apollyon raised a brow looking bored. "rise." he commented, beginning to walk out of the den to see the damage the storm had caused. "vesuvius, then. care to join me?" he beckoned him forward, and the male trotted eagerly. "you have no pride?" vesuvius shook his head, "but if you allow- i will serve you for the rest of my years." it was quicker than apollyon expected, but it wasn't unwelcome. "if the rumors are true, you will lead us through a golden age. anyone who follows you will be blessed by the gods." apollyon pretended to think about his words before he nodded cooly, "if you wish. you may join me." and with that, the two walked. the moonlight casting a glow on the two's path. this would be the start to a new glorious reign.

[500/500]

[rab1es]

Username: rab1es
Lion name:
Lion gender: male
Pride: n/a
Pride status: founder
Story: On a dark, stormy night...
(300-500)

wip..

[MySpoons]

|| 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖗 || 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 ||

| MALE | WANDERING WARLOCK | THE NEW GUARD | MYSPOONS |

On a dark, and stormy night...

Well, most nights are dark. But this one in particular was stormy-- the worst storm of that spring... no, of that year. A ferocious storm of black skies and blinding flashes of lightning rending the heavens open with every strike. Rain falls in torrents, blasting every surface the droplets hit, blown down at an angle from the wicked winds. The valley looks to have been transformed into a sea.

When most creatures would have taken shelter, huddled up under the best cover they could find, one lion walks in the night. Unbothered by nature raging and frothing around him. Rain slides off his coat, repelled by the oil in it. His star-marked mane does not whip around him in the wind. He is dry and warm, at home under the rolling clouds. When lightning strikes, the corresponding marks on his coat light up white.

The lion prays to his god for tornados; Thorir has arrived.

He wields the power of Thor, long ago devoting his soul to the old northern god of storms. Gifted unusual strength and the ability to conjure up freak weather patterns. Thorir is mortal, a lion who sought out the god most willing to be his patron. A bargain was made-- Thorin would change his name, honor his new god, and preach of Thor's might in exchange for power of his own.

A chain glistens around Thorin's neck, a metal and oak pendant of Thor's hammer sits at the end of it. Glowing the same royal purple as his eyes.

Rivers flood when Thorin crosses them, swelling with rushing water. Tree branches bend, then break when Thorin passes under them. Oaks stand strong and study, blessed by Thor. Lightning illuminates the sky when Thorin wishes to look at his surroundings. Rain smooths out a path for him, stretching far in front, muddying the trail behind.

To where? Thorin knows not. He places faith in his god, trusting his safety and his journey to Thor. He has the power of patron backing him, his own strength coursing through his veins. Thorin is at his prime again, emboldened and fearless.

The lion chuckles to himself, knowing he has caused every living thing in the valley to cower before his arrival. Before dawn, Thorin might even conjure some snow. Make it impervious to the hot sun as a testimony of his god's might. It would be a fitting announcement to the prides of the valley. Let them fear a sign from the gods; he has Thor's favor.

Thorin is ready for any challenge. By Thor's hammer, he will succeed!

[436/500 words]

[zoocyte]

|| 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖗 || 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 ||

| MALE | WANDERING WARLOCK | THE NEW GUARD | MYSPOONS |

On a dark, and stormy night...

Well, most nights are dark. But this one in particular was stormy-- the worst storm of that spring... no, of that year. A ferocious storm of black skies and blinding flashes of lightning rending the heavens open with every strike. Rain falls in torrents, blasting every surface the droplets hit, blown down at an angle from the wicked winds. The valley looks to have been transformed into a sea.

When most creatures would have taken shelter, huddled up under the best cover they could find, one lion walks in the night. Unbothered by nature raging and frothing around him. Rain slides off his coat, repelled by the oil in it. His star-marked mane does not whip around him in the wind. He is dry and warm, at home under the rolling clouds. When lightning strikes, the corresponding marks on his coat light up white.

The lion prays to his god for tornados; Thorir has arrived.

He wields the power of Thor, long ago devoting his soul to the old northern god of storms. Gifted unusual strength and the ability to conjure up freak weather patterns. Thorir is mortal, a lion who sought out the god most willing to be his patron. A bargain was made-- Thorin would change his name, honor his new god, and preach of Thor's might in exchange for power of his own.

A chain glistens around Thorin's neck, a metal and oak pendant of Thor's hammer sits at the end of it. Glowing the same royal purple as his eyes.

Rivers flood when Thorin crosses them, swelling with rushing water. Tree branches bend, then break when Thorin passes under them. Oaks stand strong and study, blessed by Thor. Lightning illuminates the sky when Thorin wishes to look at his surroundings. Rain smooths out a path for him, stretching far in front, muddying the trail behind.

To where? Thorin knows not. He places faith in his god, trusting his safety and his journey to Thor. He has the power of patron backing him, his own strength coursing through his veins. Thorin is at his prime again, emboldened and fearless.

The lion chuckles to himself, knowing he has caused every living thing in the valley to cower before his arrival. Before dawn, Thorin might even conjure some snow. Make it impervious to the hot sun as a testimony of his god's might. It would be a fitting announcement to the prides of the valley. Let them fear a sign from the gods; he has Thor's favor.

Thorin is ready for any challenge. By Thor's hammer, he will succeed!

[436/500 words]

i loved reading through all the stories, this one in particular i loved because of the style and all the powerful imagery of the surroundings accompanying his arrival. i'm also really fond of the idea of patron gods. congrats!!

[MySpoons]

eeee, thank you <3