Username: Lost in progres
Lion Name: Arte
Lion Gender: Male
Pride: Eternal snow
Pride Status: Gaurd
Arctic Hunter As the rest of the pride prepared to go to sleep, Arte prepared for something else entirely. When everyone was asleep it was Arte's time to shine, after all. Walking past the cub's den, he smiled seeing the youngest members of his pride snugly asleep in one giant cub pile. He always wished he could sleep with the others, but he also knew that his job was an important one.
Through the long mane covering his eyes, he could also see various small glowing lights surrounding the little ones. Most were animals, happily flying or running in the air above the cubs. Among them, he noticed some barn owls.
Suddenly, he remembered something an elder lion once told him "Look at you. You don't even seem to have noticed other's dreams sneaking into your reality. You spend so much time in other's dreams, do you still know our reality? I surely hope this won't get into your head, young one."
After he met that lion, he noticed rumors were spread about him. The lion who hunted nightmares. In time, he became renowned as the one lion keeping everyone's dream safe, but Arte sometimes wondered if it was really worth it.
Noticing one of the cubs twitch and whine in their sleep, Arte decided he couldn't muse any longer to start today's hunt. His eyes and necklace glowed with their usual soft purple and, to any lion who happened to be sneaking around, he disappeared.
When he opened his eyes again, he noticed a beautiful landscape. Tall, glowing mushrooms loomed overhead like a forest. Personally, Arte liked it. It seemed so calming and peaceful. But he wouldn't be here if it truly was peaceful.
Walking around, the necklace pulsed with an angry red glow. That's odd. This must be a mean one then.
It didn't take long to find what he was looking for. A young cub lay crouched on the ground, surrounded by what looked like barn owls pecking at their small body. The cub seemed terrified.
Arte had stopped for a moment, but then sprang back to life, jumping at the birds to swat them away from the cub. Holding one of them down, his necklace shook, before absorbing the owl, now just a small orb of red light, into it. The other owls followed soon. Of all nightmares he had fought, those involving cubs would always be the hardest for him.
The cub was looking at him in awe. Arte looked at them. "Tread lightly, young one." he whispered, just loud enough for the cub to hear. And with that, he was gone again.
After a few more nightmares, he went back to the 'real' world. His pride was waking up. He looked back to the cubs. Not much had changed. The barn owls were gone though, replaced with glow flies. The cub's dreams were safe.
He heard someone walk up behind him. "How did it go?" Boyle asked. Arte just nodded, walking away. He felt satisfied today.