[witchcrafting]

Mark

[nymx]

Username: sky--lines
Lion name: meliodas
Lion Gender: male
Link to pride:
Pride Status: vendette (warlord?)
Prompt:

it is only the dose which makes a thing poison. in all cases, this proves to be true. lilith considers this to be
also true for people, when confronted with meliodas especially.

- chaotic 25/8
- conquers the pride
- lilith used to be involved with him
but realized he was bad
- cersei likes him and he pretends to
like her
- lilith trying to protect her from him
- chaos tbh

[Flicka]

Username:flicka
Lion name: Nirah
Lion Gender: male
Link to pride: Frostbite Fields Pride
Pride Status: Duke
Prompt: wip

[kyum-]

Username: kyum-
Lion name: jahangir (persian name; to mean ruler of the world)
Lion Gender: male
Link to pride: deuce famiglia
Pride Status: associate
Prompt:
jahangir, true to his name, is a ruler; a ruler of not the world, but of the hearts of those around him. it didn't have to be romantic - just a platonic admiration was quite a common feeling to harbour for the man. as a charismatic, suave character, it doesn't take much for the lion to sway the hearts of others. speaking with a silver tongue had become second nature, easily manipulating those he required into giving him what he needed.

things hadn't always been easy for jahangir. he was different, with the horns, wings and hands of the devil, and the tail of a scorpion. he was a much despised 'mutie' (mutated), and the disgust for his 'kind' was elevated in the place of his birth. he was on the edge of a cliff everyday, faced with much discrimination and hatred, for being 'different' and a 'spawn of evil'. he was insecure and afraid, until he found a support group for muties like himself. although the group was tormented daily by anti groups, he was given confidence with the strength of numbers and encouragement. he came to understand himself, to stand up for himself. he'd become his own person, capable of standing his own against the many who chose to look down on him.

he had managed to conquer the self-loathing that had resulted from the discrimination, and had thus become a man confident and charismatic, with a love for himself, and a ruler of hearts.

(246 words)

[NaCl]

Username: NaCl
Lion name: Spyridon
Lion Gender: Female
Link to pride: xxx
Pride Status: Saint
Prompt: [500/500]
"What do you want from me?" Kryvo spat, staring at the large looming lion-like creature in front of him.
"I've come to... Persuade you... To expand your empire, Kryvo" she lowered her head to his level and grinned, revealing sharp fangs that could easily deal lethal amounts of damage.
"King Kryvo" he retorted.
"Do you even know who I am?"
"No, and I don't care"
"That is no way to speak to a saint!"
"I beg your pardon?" Kryvo whipped around and stared at her wide-eyed.
"I'm Saint Spyridon, Saint of Conquest"
"Why are you here, Saint?"
"To tell a story"

In my time as a lion, I conquered many lands as a queen, lead an empire, I was arguably the most important of the Six saints! but, that is not the point. I lead armies upon armies to conquer smaller cities and claim them under my empire, spreading the word of the other Saints as I went.
I was respected as a war queen, not afraid to get her paws bloody for her own cause, I didn't sit in a throne room muddling about from the sidelines, I was the commander! I was respected amount many, I was looked up to. My empire was ever expanding, though it slowed as I grew older, but I wished for the words of the Six Saints to reach the ears of every lion! the saints loved me for it.
I of course produced a line of heirs, I chose only the strongest, most ambitious of my cubs, his name was Sarkas. He became a terrible king, my whole empire collapsed, I watched my own son destroy my life's work.
She looked down, averting her gaze from Kryvo's.
"But you! Kryvo! you can rebuild what was lost, spread the word of the Seven Saints across the land once more!" She grinned, genuine joy spreading over her features.
"... I'll do it" he smiled back at her, her grin widened at his words.
"Wonderful! thank you Kryvo! now, let's discuss this, how do you want to lead the armies to expand the empire?" she asked, sitting in front of him, still smiling.
"I will admit, Saint, I'm not a fighter, I'm a leader from a distance, I'm not a war king"
"we all conquer in different ways"
"yes... uhm. I want to spread out slowly, give us time to recover and ensure any retaliations can be dealt with"
"smart"
"I will pass this duty onto my children, I only hope you will help them as you are willing to help me?" he asked, worry stabbing into him.
"of course, I will grant them my power, I will make a deal with you, that if your line is dedicated to the expansion of your empire in my name, you and your children will be gifted with powerful magic that will aid you" the Saint extended her paw, Kryvo taking it without hesitation.
"To be chosen by you, Saint, is an honor. We will conquer lands together"

[drift.]

Username: drift.
Lion name: tbd
Lion Gender: female
Link to pride: Broken Dawn
Pride Status: Caregiver
Prompt: Sephtis; reborn as a bringer of fear and death because of her sins in her previous life.

[minifun990]

Username:minifun990
Lion name: Mounish
Lion Gender: Male
Link to pride: Mystic Isle
Pride Status: Rogue
Prompt: “I am a god.” Mounish roared. “How dare you?”

The shrouded figure laughed, distorted and echoing. Mounish’s followers shuffled nervously. Mounish himself just snarls. Yet another fool trying to stop him. Trying to seek revenge or banish the nightmarish creature and his followers. He would conquer them all.

“You dare laugh at a god, mortal?” He growled. The figure cackled again, and suddenly Mounish realized they weren’t lion shaped. Far too out of proportion, with a short tail and paws that clicked more like hooves than claws.

“Mortal?” A voice questioned slyly, coming from the mouth of a golden ram.

“What do you want?” Mounish spoke, quickly hiding his surprise. He’d never heard of sentient prey and his followers reflected his shock and wariness.

“I have something for you to conquer.”

Mounish grinned, suddenly back to what he knew he could do, he puffed up and struck a pose. “Tell me and consider it done.” The ram frowned.

“You must conquer your weaknesses, Mounish.”

Mounish laughed cruelly. “I have none.”

At these words, Mounish felt a powerful wave wash over him, nearly knocking him down. With one stomp of the ram’s hoof, Mounish felt something horrific snap inside of him.

That had been a while ago now. Now Mounish wandered as he always did. Nothing crunched under his paws, no sounds reached his ears, no scents reached his nose.

It was all there though. The leaves crisp and light, the birds and insects shouting declarations into the world, and the smell of prey, predators, flora and fauna together, mingled.

Mounish was separated from it all.

He was a ghost in these lands, the land of the living. He had to conquer the fear he felt everyday that he may never return, but he knew that wasn’t what the Ram meant. At first, he had gone into a rage beyond belief, infuriated someone dared to do this to him. The Great Conqueror.

After he just simmered, trusting his followers to bring him back. But with him gone his followers disbanded under his distant gaze. Only the most devoted and desperate stayed, but as time pushed forward without change, they too moved on.

Everything’s good in moderation, but Mounish’s arrogance was nowhere near moderate. He thought himself invincible, infallible, someone to be worshiped.

But his life proved meaningless. His followers only wanted the power and the safety he provided. He knew that, but seeing it made such a difference. His legacy lay broken. He spent his life being a tyrant.
His mind stuttered at the thought, and he almost went back to ignoring his problems. But he persevered. He reflected on every wrong deed and saw himself for who he was. A bully.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

He opened his eyes when he heard birdsong. A smile bloomed on his face and he felt a spark of pride. He kept it to a minimum though, not letting it inflate his ego.

His pride conquered, he strode into life a new lion.

(499/500)

[Panda-Love-100]

Username: PandaLover2006
Lion name: Skotadi
Lion Gender: Male
Link to pride: Sevasmos Pride (link in sig)
Pride Status: Lead Warrior
Prompt:

Skotadi always knew he was meant for greatness from the days of his childhood. Something deep down inside him, pushed his thoughts and actions, saying he was far greater and more powerful than anyone else. But another voice echoed in his head when the first departed.

It whispered of sadness and longing down the road that he was going on, and it warned of sorrow when all who loved him would walk away, not wanting to be a part of his tyranny. He pushed back those sad thoughts and tried to think of greatness and power, but it always lingered in this mind.

One day, Skotadi's father became very ill from an infected wound in his neck. He soon was on the brink of death and Skotadi slowly padded up to him, not saying a word.

"Skotadi," his father called out to his son. "Come here."

Skotadi crept closer to the pile of grass where his father was laying. "Yes father?" he replied shakily and dared to look at his face.

His father was looking him over carefully. "You really have become a force to be reckoned with," he murmured faintly. "You will be an amazing leader when I am gone."

"Don't talk like that!" he looked sorrowfully at the dying leader and spoke harsher then he meant to. "You can't go yet, you just can't!"

His father blinked slowly. "I don't have a choice." He clearly stated.

"No..." Skotadi whispered as he saw the leader's eyes start to cloud. "Please..."

His fathers eyes started to close. "I'm sorry..."

Skotadi stood and watched the unmoving body of his father for hours until he was pulled away by his mother. As he lay down, the first voice came back. The old leader is gone and now you can conquer! It spoke of battles won and lions bowing to his rule, and he found himself longing for those things to be true.

But the small second voice crept back into his mind. The feelings of power and triumph are short-lived, It warned. You will turn into a monster and a tyrant, and no one likes to be ruled by someone like that. Skotadi started to listen to the small second voice and pushed back the first voice. The small one warned again of the sorrow and sadness to come if Skotadi followed the first one.

Skotadi soon saw the error he had almost made. But how can I stop becoming a tyrant? He thought worriedly. The small voice came again. Find a pride that already has it's places of great power taken and find what is left. He thought about a pride he had recently encountered on a hunting trip. I think I know a place that is looking for more lions, and already has a leader.

He sighed and finally fell asleep knowing that he was in control of his destiny and that he would be a great lion in his new pride.

504 words (so close, hope that's ok...)

[Kitten-Girl-500]

Username: KittenGirl2005
Lion name: Denali
Lion Gender: Male
Link to pride: Summitfall Pride
Pride Status: Hunter
Prompt: Denali had always felt like an outcast from the lions of his kind. Although, really, they weren't his kind. He was the last manticore in the world. He had always been alone, and always would be.

He had emotional outbursts that seemed to come and go. Denali tried to control himself and become part of the Okame Pride years ago, but that hadn't turned out well. He had accidentally attacked a young cub when the cub insulted him for his wings and tail.

He was in a tough position: he couldn't seem to be normal; he was too much manticore for that. But he couldn't be a manticore; he didn't like terrorizing innocent lions. It seemed like he couldn't seem to fit in anywhere, regardless of the criteria.

Now Denali lay in his den, head on his forepaws and wings drooping. The den was far out, near the very top of a mountain. No 'regular' lion would dare come looking for him here.

I'll never belong...

All of a sudden the rage that he had learned so long ago to fear started to bubble up inside him. You are strong enough to make them fear you, it hissed. You can rule all those weak lions. They don't know how powerful you are.

No! Denali thought back, his pulse racing. I'll never be a tyrant like the manticores I've heard about in the legends.

Oh, really? his emotions seemed to sneer. You're just like one of them. You're one of the fiercest creatures in the entire world. No lion can stand up to you.

No, but I can stand up to you, Denali thought, rising to his paws and glaring at the sky beyond his cave, as if his emotions were hovering directly opposite him.

No lion can oppose me!

But like you said, I'm not a lion.

The rage recoiled for a moment, and Denali didn't let it gain its footing again.

I've put up with you for far too long. It's time that you leave my mind and never return. Denali felt a growl rumble in his throat, and he slid out his claws. To him, his emotions were every bit a palpable enemy as an attacking lion.

You'll never conquer me, weakling!

That insult was the last straw. Denali shook his head fiercely and imagined locking away the negative emotions inside a cage. Then he shoved the cage into the far, far corners of his mind, then threw away the key.

He could hear the rage's hissing and screaming, but he paid no mind. Denali flung his wings wide and charged out of the cave, leaping into the sky.

It was time to find somewhere he could belong. 492 words

[Lavellan]

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ＧＯＤＤＥＳＳ ＯＦ ＧＯＯＤ ＦＯＲＴＵＮＥ

Username: Lavellan
Lion name: Nyltris
Lion Gender: Female
Link to pride: Flame Valley Pride
Pride Status: Deity - Bringer of Good Fortune

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Eons ago, the female - whose name was long lost - was a mere mortal. She was raised to be a mother, to be a perfect lady, to blend in and not make too much noise. And she complied. Sweet, silent, shy. The perfect little darling. Destined to be a mother, and nothing more.
That was, until one stormy night. A stranger was dragged into camp, hauled in by the seniors, and claimed before the king that he came for one purpose. For her.
Immediately, she could see it. He had the exact same eyes, too similar to be mere coincidence. The story the male told sang of demons, souls, and the underworld. And that was where their father reined.
King of the Underworld, their father reined with an evil claw, casting terror upon those that looked to him for aid. He enjoyed the suffering of mortals, and, according to her brother, it was time for it to end.

Their journey to the home of the God was long, arduous. The small band of half-siblings that they had collected, all from different mothers but bound on the same mission, were no warriors, and, by the time they reached the mountain of the Gods, only two remained. The climb was terrifying, treacherous and slippery, but they pressed on.
By the time they reached the top, both had lost their fur, the pads on their paws were scorched, blisters raising on their skin, eyes watering from sheer dryness. The Pleateau on the top of the mountain was silent for mere heartbeats before the King, their father, descended upon them. The lioness watched in horror as her companion, her brother, disappeared from view, thrown from the mountain by their very father.
The battle was long and hard. The lioness’ muscles burned, her bones ached, but she fought with all her might. But it wasn’t enough. The God had her pinned, was sneering down about her mere mortality, when the sky lit with a blinding light. Using the distraction, she pushed all her power into her legs, launching him up and off her. As his screams faded as he toppled down the mountain, the lioness allowed her eyelids to flitter closed, to allow the last breath to fall from her lungs.
She had done it.

“Awaken, child,” came a voice, a haunting, beautiful voice that seemed to fill the very air itself. Despite her burning eyes, the lioness squinted to the blue skies above, her body aching, feeling as though the body she was in was no longer hers. “You have had a long journey, but it is over now.”
“Is he defeated?” She croaked, trying to see who the voice belonged to.
A ghostly white lioness, glowing gently, dipped her head.
“He is. And, because you have conquered the Tyrant God, you have earned yourself a place among us. Your old body was ruined by the fight, but we have granted you a new being. Nyltris, Goddess of Good Fortune.”