[MySpoons]

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They're so bad but they do it so well

This lion has a vice that they indulge in. What is it? 500 words OR 1 art piece, ends the 10th of August at 6pm CST.

Username: AwkwardAnxiety
Lion Name: Caligo
Link to Pride: Pride of Intertwining Roots
Pride Status: Greater Lion

[Meekins12345]

Dropping out ouo Good luck, y'all!

[AwkwardAnxiety]

Username: AwkwardAnxiety
Lion Name: Caligo
Link to Pride: Pride of Intertwining Roots
Pride Status: Greater Lion
Prompt:

Caligo's greatest and most indulged in vice is hunting. Even though males are forbidden to hunt, they're supposed to be guarding and patrolling instead, he will often stalk after prey and eat it while on patrol, making sure to hide the leftover carcass so no other lions notice and think there's a rogue on the territory. He taught himself to hunt out of boredom on his early patrols. At first it was just occasionally when he spotted a prey wandering by. Then he began to actually catch the animals. He couldn't let the body sit out to rot, that would be degrading to the spirit of the animal. To resolve this issue, he ate it. And the next patrol he ate another. And another. Suddenly he was getting very hungry on patrols and began to seek out prey to hunt and eat to satisfy it, after all he couldn't ask for more back at home, they'd ask why he'd suddenly gotten such a large appetite. He became addicted to the thrill of the hunt. The wind rushing through his fur during a chase, the quietly stalking through tall grasses to not spook a prey, the tasty meat at the end, he couldn't get enough. He'd sign up for extra patrols when they were needed but instead of patrolling, he would hunt. He made cursory checks, of course, he wasn't going to to leave it completely un-patrolled, but nothing really happens here so why bother being thorough when you can have fun instead? The extra food did not make him gain weight at first, instead going to build the muscles he was training during his hunts. It was only after a long time of this did he notice that his fur hang off somewhat with flab, and others began to notice as well. So he began alternating his hunts with exercises he came up with to get rid of some of the extra fat. But he never, ever, stopped the hunts. And in the back of his mind, part of him waits in dread for the day he gets caught. [349]

[minifun990]

Username: minifun990
Lion Name:Dario
Link to Pride: Mystic Isles
Pride Status: Thief
Prompt: Slipping through the streets, just another lion on his way to somewhere. He is well fed, rather normal looking. Maybe he works on the docs, writing reports on the cargo. Perhaps he cooks in one of the kitchens, or watches for intruders in an outlook tower.

Either way, he doesn't look like a lion who has to do too much manual labour. Too weak of body, soft and fluffy fur. Too soft of mind too, bumping into others and making a fool of himself.

He is irrelevant. A simple cog in the machine that other lions simply ignore or scoff at.

Until suddenly, a few streets later lions and lionesses notice that instead of coins, jewels, scrolls, keys in their shoulder bags they instead have rocks of various sizes. A synchronized growling rings out as multiple lions realise they have been made the fool of, by one they thought of as a fool themselves.
He stole from them right under their noses.

A couple of streets down the grey lion laughed. He was too good. No one suspected a bumbling merchant born. There was no reason for someone who looked as well off as he did to steal. He looked down at the items he had stolen today.

Half of it was worthless, but he smiled anyway. The surprised faces of those he stole from soothed him. He had no reason to steal anymore, except for the thrill of it. He should really stop, his luck would have to run out at some stage. Yet, that felt far too much like giving up.

He was so bad. Surrounded by luxury and with enough wealth to fund his own town. It was selfish. It was wrong. Hoarding, stealing. But, man did it feel so good. (294/500)

[Tainted~Wings]

Username:Tainted~Wings
Lion Name:Luca
Link to Pride: He would be my founder
Pride Status:founder?
Prompt: wip

[Flicka]

Username: Flicka
Lion Name: Fell
Link to Pride: Frostbite Fields
Pride Status: Head Gatherer
Prompt: Fell spends his days gathering bait for the warming period in the pride's lands, leaving him not much to do the rest of the year after the pride brings down their prey and have a hearty feast; His paws and teeth end up stained from handling the fruits until they freeze for the next year however, this is the time when his vice kicks in. To pass the large amount of time between harvesting, freezing and using the fruit he sneaks out at night carrying the frozen fruit originally playing alone with the fruit on an icy terrain however it wasn't long before younger ones caught on and joined him slowly.

At first, it was just one on one, this was a simple game of back and forth with trick shots until the night that more arrived. His crystalline hues rounded with glee, and his toothy smile was broad with joy. Thus, it became a game of groups, and the rules changed. This went on for quite some time, and when the younger more immature adults got word they joined in. Cheers would erupt from maws, and taunts would be spewed as the games grew larger and more serious and complicated. Before word got to the whole pride, there were whispers of the stricter lions shutting this non-sense down. Due to the fruit being a valuable asset to the pride's welfare, any damage to the fruits could cost a hunt in the warmer seasons.

The ice could become damaged, therefore not refrigerating the fruit to it's full potential as a bait item. Damaged fruits had no value to the pride as they obviously could not eat it, however luck was with fell on his adventures as it did so happen in the overzealous playing that fruits were lost or damaged and abandoned. Most of the time this wasn't noticed by the guards but when one did happen to ask it was met with a shrug or just plain misdirecting. It was on a dark cold night, that the highest of rank stumbled upon this gathering of tomfoolery. The area was left a gasp, in horror and disbelief. Silence fell over the realm, many shrunk back at having been found out however Silence would not let them slip away with this grievance hanging over them.

When Fell went to explain, the queen held up a paw to silence him. Pacing around the arena, addressing her subjects in disappointment for having supported such a damaging pastime. Ridiculing her pride mates. She paused turning and began addressing them "However, we have seen something unprecedented as a result of your games. Our sacred trees now grow in different places, and farther out of the territory which means we now have more gathering opportunities and hunting chances. So while I disapprove of the disobedience that has taken place, I will allow for the games to continue!" The crowd erupted into roars of joy, in celebration. However, the queen approached Fell when he was distracted by his friends. Hooking his chin with a claw to re-direct his attention "You however, must be punished. I will make you head gatherer, so that you understand the full responsibility of the game you started."

Thus, this is how Fruit ball came to be.
(544/500)

[MySpoons]

Username: AwkwardAnxiety
Lion Name: Caligo
Link to Pride: Pride of Intertwining Roots
Pride Status: Greater Lion
Prompt:

Caligo's greatest and most indulged in vice is hunting. Even though males are forbidden to hunt, they're supposed to be guarding and patrolling instead, he will often stalk after prey and eat it while on patrol, making sure to hide the leftover carcass so no other lions notice and think there's a rogue on the territory. He taught himself to hunt out of boredom on his early patrols. At first it was just occasionally when he spotted a prey wandering by. Then he began to actually catch the animals. He couldn't let the body sit out to rot, that would be degrading to the spirit of the animal. To resolve this issue, he ate it. And the next patrol he ate another. And another. Suddenly he was getting very hungry on patrols and began to seek out prey to hunt and eat to satisfy it, after all he couldn't ask for more back at home, they'd ask why he'd suddenly gotten such a large appetite. He became addicted to the thrill of the hunt. The wind rushing through his fur during a chase, the quietly stalking through tall grasses to not spook a prey, the tasty meat at the end, he couldn't get enough. He'd sign up for extra patrols when they were needed but instead of patrolling, he would hunt. He made cursory checks, of course, he wasn't going to to leave it completely un-patrolled, but nothing really happens here so why bother being thorough when you can have fun instead? The extra food did not make him gain weight at first, instead going to build the muscles he was training during his hunts. It was only after a long time of this did he notice that his fur hang off somewhat with flab, and others began to notice as well. So he began alternating his hunts with exercises he came up with to get rid of some of the extra fat. But he never, ever, stopped the hunts. And in the back of his mind, part of him waits in dread for the day he gets caught. [349]

a so sorry for forgetting to close this comp! Here you go, he's yours <3

[AwkwardAnxiety]

Ahhhhh! Thank you! I had a lot of fun writing his prompt, I can’t wait to keep writing for him!