Username: Runnersback
Lion name:Aegir (Norse god of the sea)
Lion gender: Male
Pride: Realms of L’Oasis LoPride status: Einherjar
Prompt:[741/750]
“You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake, you are the same organic decaying matter as everyone else.” Or so Aegir venomously told himself everyday for fifteen minutes while leering into his iced over reflecting pool casting his vandalized face. He hated everything, he loathed his pride, he was repelled by his chief, even his mother he found intolerable. But most importantly the fleecy glacial colored lion detested himself...
And his mother knew every little bit of it but that never stopped her as she popped her head into his cave expressing her own opinions on his lovely pelt,“Aegir, my little snowflake.Why do you say such silly utterances? Do you not know the beauty of your fur? Every lion would kill for that coloring and the lengthy tufts to keep the chill out of their bones.”
“Mother?” Aegir stated in a monotoned voice while he deadpanned his eyes to her kind face. Ignoring her questions and the childhood diminutive.
“Aegir,my sweet boy just answer my questions. We go through the same issue everyday and you always go about ignoring me.” She lamented softly as she entered fully into the chilling cave and perched on the musk ox pelt Aegir was bound to sit upon.
“I’m going sailing and
never returning home.” He said with a swoosh of his mane so his mother could see his glinting eyes that was a desolate wasteland of blue.
But his mother,his insufferable insufferable mother just had to push him.
“What? If you were as blue as the ocean you would hate yourself too. Oh, is that not for your liking mother? Try swimming with fur that weighs you down when you get wet. Remember that sheep that was chased into the river that couldn’t keep afloat? I’m sure you do, that was your last hunt before you retired.” Aegir sneered at her and the notion of how keen she was on his fur. “There is no beauty in pulling brambles from your fur in the dry seasons,there is no beauty in being spotted miles away or having to stop every five minutes to lap up a cool drink of water since the weather is trying to KILL YOU!!!” He scowled with raised brows now tucked away under his mane.“What mother? Shocked that you were so oblivious to your son’s needs? Or the fact he actually loathes himself even though he should be grateful for what was it again-? The lengthy tufts to keep the chill out of their bones. Well your little snowflake has grown up.” Aegir snarled before striding past her to the great unknown.
The careening silence was all he expected of her that’s why he dubbed her the insufferable one.But at least his pathetic pride mates refused to stop him on his warpath on the fur he was never too keen about being “blessed” with.Yet all Aegir wanted was people to respect his self-hatred and time and time again they couldn’t, to be exact they would immediately spring out doting compliments or poems of praises for his unique fur. Which in turn frustrated him more that he finally resorted to bartering with the gods. And many once again denied his simple requests, till one god Woden had sensed the bubbling rage vying to explode. It wasn’t long till the god had figured out what the root of anger was from and well he wished he could help the poor chap out but his abilities no longer worked that way.
But Aegir begged,begged for the gods to do something to help him with his needs or to at least let him try for godhood and to the very least become a warrior spirit if he failed. Yet Woden had other plans in mind, he would let Aegir become a god but in return he would have to take up his daughter Magra as a mate. The lion couldn’t believe it, the lioness that towered over him had ghastly white fur,the dullest blue eyes, and the ugliest personality. They were perfect for each other,so Aegir more than agreed.
Nanoseconds later arose a shaggy god whose inner wrath controlled the seas depending on how much he and his mate had loathed his fur when the first light touched his reflection pond. No more snowflake. No more love. Only hate for the fur that made him unique from the others.
“You are not beautiful. You are not unique. You are foible matter that makes the world meek...”
