Reformed - Varinius has gone though a significant life change. Having lived though the pain of his childhood, and the loss of one he loved, Varinius set his goals on the future. He refuses to live in his past life, and hardly ever brings it up. He feels those that dwell on the past are wounded beyond repair, and only the future can heal those wounds.
Vengeful - Despite wanting to be rid of his entire past, Varinius can't help but want revenge for what his father did to him. Not only did he scar his childhood, but he stole that in which he had loved, and cared for like a mate. It all bears down on him emotionally, creating the knot he has learned to live with, but still, one who looks deep can see that fire for revenge in his eyes.
Merciful - After the actions of his past, Varinius became more willing to let things slide and pass. He rarely every will he strike at one who is down, and furthermore he never brings harm to them. He only defends himself if he has too until they give, or are too tired to try anymore.
Loyal - After so much betrayal in his life, Varinius came to be loyal to those he cared about. He will jump in front of those he loves to defend them if their injured, lay his life on the line for the innocent. He wont every, be like his father, this is his goal, and he is slowly achieving it.
Kind - Wounds of emotional pain has driven Varinius to be kind to others, not degrading them and always giving a supporting paw when they are in need. He helps the sick, guides the weak, and even mentors the young if they come to ask. Overall, he just wants to be a brighter light in the darkness that had consumed his life and childhood.
Driven - Varinius is relentless in his pursuit of tasks given, he wont stop until they are completed. Some would call this stubborn, but he likes keeping to the brighter side of things. Though he is also driven in practically everything he dose, as long as it leads to a brighter future for him, and others.
Calm - He remains unfazed in dire situations, able to judge and asses the need to run or fight with ease. Though quite often his calmness can lead to rage if the situation calls for it.
Ambitious - Varinius has always had big plans, always striving for a better life for him, and those he cares about. He wants peace, without bloodshed, and strives to reach this goal. Though knows, it might never be achieved.
Stories on how he got his scars:The Beginning of New Life? Or just just Another Hell?The first story told here is from the Father eyes, since Vari was too young to remember(1st person and some 3rd person)
A massive lion stares you down, his black pelt as black as night, the dark leopard like spots adorning his fur flash off the sunlight. He lets out a snarl, his teeth gleaming white as he begins to speak. "So, you want to know how little Varinius got his precious little scars. The worthless runt doesn't deserve scars, in fact, I could care less that the flea ridden pile of fur is alive or dead." The lion turns away, his tail swishing back and forth in frustration "But since you wish to know, and probably wont stop asking, I can tell you the story of one."
"It was a long while ago now, the sun was hot and the pride was going about their usual business. My mate, Letani was close to cubing, the thee cubs within pushing at her sides anxiously. The hunts though, had been lacking, though food was has always been hard to come by in the forgotten lands. you Pride lions, have it all, and don't you forget your pampering. Anyway, as I said a typical day. I was on the hunt when her contractions began. The cubs were on their way, but a moment of joy was dashed at the birth of the first cub. Flopping and letting out this weak cry, a female, soon died, her little yellow eyes pleading for her life, but we could not save her. The next cub, a strong boy, a pelt much like mine, but dabbled with blue, strong fierce little screams of hunger as he pushed his way to his mothers teats. At last, the final cub slipped out. And, you guessed it, the runt, a small worthless fleabag you know as Verinius. He didn't even cry! can you believe that. As my love Letani licked him, it was obvious he was weak from the start. The cub still didn't move, seeming to shiver in fear at the world around him, even if the runt couldn't see. Finally, I had enough, and with a quick nip, I grabbed the worthless runt by his ear and started to drag him away to die. FINALLY he squealed, but like everything else, it was pathetic. He swung in my mouth, complaining, but yet, he did nothing to stop the pain. But, with all the movements, and his worthless swaying, my fangs pierced his ear, and he fell to the ground, resulting in scar you see on his ear."
The male seems to scoff a bit, his lips curling back in a snarl as he returns to the tale. His tail now flicking in annoyance recalling such a worthless memory."Litani, despite my wishes, retrieved the squealing runt from my torture and placed him with the other. Slowly, and at his own slow butt pace, he finally took to suckling. His annoying mewls of pain fading and finally he slept. My love decided to name him Varinius in hopes he would grow strong in his later years." The lion turned away and began walking away, "Some good it did him now didn't it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have FAR better things to do then speak of THAT flea bag of a disappointment." At that, he jumped down the cliff and was never seen again.
Wounds heal, but Scars can last forever.This story takes place many years later (3rd Person)
The wind whistled along the forbidden walls of a canyon. The sky pelted down gallons of water creating small waterfalls that cascaded into the depths bellow. But that's not all, echo's of what sounded like a fight bounced off the walls. CRASH, boom, lightning flashed in the air showing their silhouette upon the walls. Deep in the depths of this forsaken place, two lions stood battling, their fangs flashing on the rain soaked moonlight. But they weren't alone, a black male stood watch, assessing the fight, calculating who would become his heir to his carefully crafted pride.
The two lions circled, deep growls emanating from both their throats. Their tails flicked wildly, ready for the others next move. It was a game of patience, as neither was allowed to use their powers. No, this was a fight of pure strength, and the looser, was banished to exile from the pride. Not that there was anything worse then the unknown lands that the main prides feared so. One lion, a male with a black pelt much like the black lion, let out a roar. His blue and white markings blazing strong against the darkness that lay behind him. His cyan eyes watched, calculated, assessed, everything before him, waiting for his opportunity to strike. The other, was Verinius, his blazing fire like pelt splashed with mud and covered in debris. His white paws, were all but white, caked with mud, water, and who knows what else. It was obvious he was starting to have trouble, but still the black male did not strike.
"Pick up the pace you two, I don't have all night!" growled the male atop the stone, his yellow eyes gleaming on the night sky. The two lions looked up at him for one second, and this, was what started the fight. Leaping with blinding speed, the black male slammed full force into Verinius, causing him to slip, and tumble a few times before coming to a stop against the side of the canyons walls. Verinius growled in pain as he felt a rock pierce his pelt, furthermore he had no time to react to his brother grabbing his scruff and tossing him like he was a piece of trash. He let out a frustrated growl as he scrambled in the air so he could land on his feet. Skidding back along the ground, Verinius lunched at his brother, aiming to sink his claws into his pelt. But, he missed, his brother rearing up and slamming his paws down on Verinius's shoulders. Letting out a gasp of pain, Verinuis felt fangs sink into his neck, this time with intent to harm, or better yet kill. Though, he caught a break as lightning flashed and his brother jumped. Verinius
slammed up, slamming his head into his brothers neck which made him gag. He twisted his body, slamming his paw into his brothers shoulder and pushing off, jumping up to a higher ledge to gain the height advantage. But, he didn't expect what happened next, as ice formed around his paws and held him in place. His brother lunged, wrapping his fangs around Verinius's neck and clamping down. Verinius's eyes went wide in fear as he felt his airway blocked, his vision start to fade.
"ENOUGH!, I have seen enough" bellowed their father, and the brother let go.Verinuis sat there, on his side, trying to catch his breath as his father declared "You Kovenue shall be leader come my passing, Verinius, you are to be from my lands by sun high, and that's in..about 30 minutes" The male smiled, as if this was pleasing to him that Verinius had so little time to leave. Verinius flipped over and yelled "HE CHEATED! HE DESERVES NOTHING" But all his feather did was laugh before saying "did you really think he wouldn't? he always has, and that, is what makes him a better leader then you could ever be! I would NEVER put a flea ridden runt like you as my heir!" His words rang the hidden truth to this all as he continued "This whole thing was just a show! YOU were never to become pride leader!"
(Please note..the Black lion looks better on brighter Screens..he actually has an elaborate pattern o him..and..its his dad.)
Verinius looked shocked, his face covered in dismay and disrepair before slowly fading to anger. He lunged at his father, his eyes filled with a fire rage as flames danced on his paws. SLAM! contact was made, but soon, it was no longer in Verinius's favor. His father raised his paw, and slammed him aside with a mighty blow. Then, jumped forward and ran his claws down Verinius's face. Letting out a painful gasp Verinius stumbled back, pawing at his eye as if to ease the pain, but that only made it all worse, as mud got in his eye. His father stood strong as he said with anger filled words "LEAVE NOW! before I decide to kill you, TRAITOR! I KNEW you were bad from the start, and a weakling at that!" The last words stung deep in Verinius's heart, he looked at his brother, and then back to his father one last time before turning on his paws and running, tears in his eyes at the stolen love he had felt all these years for his family.
Mended Wounds, and A Pleasing Future, But Nothing Left But a Broken HeartTen years after the scar on his eye, still not among the Main Pride. (1st person)
"Its been almost ten years since I was banished from my pride, ten years of agonizingly painful work and suffering leaning to fend for myself. But, I had to, I had no choice, no home to call my own anymore. Worst of all, I had this deep knot in my chest that, no matter what I did never seemed to go away. But I grew used to this pain, adopted it as if it was apart of me. Did I mention that last encounter with my dad left me blind in that eye? O yes, what a time that was getting used to a lack of depth perception. Most of the time, my kills were sheet luck, or me just tumbling about until I finally got something. But yes, I've adapted. It was hard though, living on my own with no one to call friend. That was until I met Thorosa. A brilliant lioness of the lightning element, rare, and exquisite in form. She was my hearts desire, perfect for me, a love I could never forget. But sadly, it didn't last, no, she was stolen from me...a wound that will never healWe were hunting not far from my fathers pride, keeping our distance knowing that he would kill either of us on sight. Well, maybe not her, he always welcomed fresh female blood into his pride. ugh..to think of all the females he beds each year seeking out the perfect child, its horrible. But enough of that. Anyway, we were hunting to pass the time, and the deer was mere inches from our grasp. I looked at her, she looked back at me and gave a nod, we both lunged, digging our claws and teeth into what flesh we could. It was brilliant, the bleating sound of alarm, the scattering of hooves, the dust.
All what a perfect hunt should sound like, all for the fact that when the dust cleared, there, as black as night, stood my father. He was thin, and I don't just mean skinny, his skin was plastered to his side and his hips protruding. Why he was thin? I found out later that something weird had happened and his gold dust had faded. I gave a growl but Thorosa stopped me. She knew not that it was my father, but a lion in need. It was rare, to meet a female like her, especially in the unknown lands. But, she motioned for us to step aside and let my father eat, and begrudging I did, for her sake, not his. We watched from a distance, possibly waiting for him to leave the kill, but soon gave up that idea as he looked back at us and let out a deep roar, a threat to stay away. I was hurt, that he thought we would steal it back, but Thorosa understood his insecurities and ushered me away.
A few weeks later, we sat over a great kill, a large deer, and one fawn who happened to fall into our paws. Though the fawn wasn't dead, in fact it wound try and get up, and we would just chase it and knock it back down. We made a game of it, letting the poor thing run for a few before bursting after it, tripping it and then picking it up and putting it back by the prey. It was good times for me, and by the looks of it Thorosa as well. But my joy faded when my fathers form showed on the horizon. He didn't roar, no, we were far from the pride. Which made me wonder, what had happened? why was he not leader anymore? And how is it he gained his strength back so fast? I ran these thoughts over my head as he came closer. He looked healthy, perhaps he would put things of the past behind him, and maybe, just maybe I could forgive him. I had hoped this, and with what he said, I felt it was to happen. He looked at me, then to her, then back to me before saying "I would like to join you two, as I no longer have a home" O trust me, I was a bit surprised. My dad, of all lions, without a home. I was about to say no, for him to get lost when Thorosa spoke up with a firm "yes, you may join us" I looked at her doubtfully, but she reassured me with a bump of her head on mine saying "It'll be alright, come on, lets eat" I looked back at my dad questioningly before returning to the food, the fawn long gone now.
A few weeks past, and I found myself hunting alone more and more often. Not that I minded it, it was just, I missed hunting with Thorosa. Finally there came a day where I went looking for her. I checked our usual spots, a tree where we first met, the rock faces that adorned the valley before the canyon. But I couldn't find her, and I was starting to become worried. That..was about when I heard her laugh. My hearing had to be tricking me, I though. But again, I heard her laugh, and it was a lighthearted one, the one that made my heart flutter. So, I went to investigate, catching her scent eventually and coming to a small pond. There, she lay, next to my father staring up at the sky and pointing at the clouds.
O you guessed it, my heart jumped into my throat, I started breathing hard, it even took me a few to finally walk out and ask what this was all about. What hurt most about it all, was she didn't even looked shocked, in fact her cold words still sting "Its about time you found out, I was wondering how long until you realized how stupid you were" I sat there, my mouth a agape, lost for words. I didn't know what to say, all i could feel was that knot I had grown so used to grow tighter, and then, the anger came again. That burning furry I had felt ten years ago as I lunged at my father again, fully intent on killing him.
To my dismay, Thorosa slammed into my side, using her head to push me farther way as my balance was thrown off and I rolled across the ground. I started to get to my paws, front paws first when I felt her slam me again. Of all the humiliating things in my life, this seemed to dig so deep, I felt like I was bleeding internally. I looked at her, before saying shocked still by her actions Why? WHY? She just scoffed
before saying "Your weak, a pathetic excuse for a Lion, a runt, I would never mix my strong blood with yours" She stood proud of her words..this only hurt worse. I scrambled to my feet and attacked her, blinded by rage and furry. But, she only slammed me aside again, her claws digging into my chest, just above my heart and slashing down. Her words cold and harsh as she said "I do not love you, He is my only love, you shall never be!" She had used her tail to point out my father, who had now joined her by her side with this..smile on his face..I'll never forget that smile.
I could do nothing but run, I knew i could not face them both. My heart torn, my chest bleeding, I ran, I ran to where I knew I could be safe..away from them all. All who caused me harm, pain, devastation. I headed, for Aeon's pride lands. Whether I would be welcome, I didn't know, but I had no choice, it was the only way I could get away..that I could maybe heal, find someone new to keep me sane. Only time could tell"
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