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~Stars under the Sun~

'Cause not everything that shines is gold. It can be a diamond... or a fool's dream. Here you can find my pretties and maybe learn something about them. An ever growing project.

~Spirits of the Elements~

So outdated it isn't even funny... so don't bother looking.What we are...
A power, an energy drives nature, organizing it, making it move forward. Because of it, wind blows, magma boils, plates shift, clouds form, allowing life to take shape and exist. Sometimes, this energy is amassed into the innanimate 'objects' of nature, whether it is a wind current, a rock or a shadow, and a soul comes to being, giving a conscience to the 'object'. Once the soul is formed, it continues to draw energy towards it until, at last, an ethereal body is formed as well, freeing the soul from its binding. And this is a Spirit of the Element.

Where we are...
The energy from which the Spirits are formed is of a different kind from that of the true living beings, and so, when the aether body is formed, it is on a different plane of existance, another dimension, the Spirit Realm of Elements. Within it, they travel freely, and are able to watch the physical world without being seen by others, severed by a barrier that separates the two worlds. However, they can only be on the physical plain as the 'object'. It still exists when they aren't 'in', but on those times it has, obviously, no soul. However, when they are, they can manipulate themselves, like a rock rearranging its crystals and shifting shape.

Why we exist...
Because the primal energy is strong, it can sometimes go haywire and reverse its creative path into a destructive one, disrrupting the cycles of nature. To prevent this from happening, the elements were given the affinity for it when they were created, absorbing the excess, chaos driving energy and thus the Spirits being born. However, a Spirit being born means that the 'object''s capacity is maxed out, so their task becomes that which the element's affinity did, though on a different way. They channel the energy and guide it to where it is needed. One of the most direct effects is the changing of seasons, for example.

How we began...
Though most came to be through the normal process by hazard, the first four to come into being were more like created by the entity that made the world, as their elements were fed the energy instead of just collecting it. The purpose of this was to ensure there would be order among the future society, as well as to the seasons themselves. Tierra, the soil as one, gentle, would be responsible for Spring. Kelevra, the molten core, agressive, would take up Summer. Oceanus, the swirling waters, aloof, was given Autumn. And lastly, Zephyrus, the blowing winds, sharp, Winter. Though the youngest of the four, Zephyrus was also deemed as leader of all, as his nature, out of the others, had the resolution and impartiality needed to keep the order as, with so many to come, it would be more than chaotic, and was gifted with the power to manipulate the deep links between a Spirit and their 'object' as well as one more range of action element wise, choosing the cold, cold ices, so much like him and appropriate to his season. And so, as the world was still young and much energy flew unchecked, it didn't actually take much time for the numbers to rise after the four Season Bringers, as they came to be known. Their society became ranked by the strength of their abbilities as, the stronger they were, the more responsability was carried on their shoulders. Furthermore, they are affiliated to the season that has the most effect on them directly (earth derived usually are allieged to Spring and, therefore, Tierra and so on) or indirectly (desert sand goes under Summer, Kelevra, for example), though this doesn't mean all are under only one season, as they can actually be under all, a rather common situation unlike what one may think. In the end though, should a conflict arise, it is Zephyrus who has the final say, and it's also he who sets the punishment for those who stray from their duty...

What we can do...
The 'object' from which a Spirit was born determines the nature of their abbilities. A lightning born Spirit can't, obviously, make water sprout from somewhere. However, there are different levels of strength within Spirits with the same kind of element as their base, as it depends on the amount of energy their soul and aether body's formation took, meaning, on the limit of the 'object''s capacity. So, one formed from static electricity would be on a very low degree compared to one that was born from a full fledged thunderstorm. However, no matter what, they can't reach the level of the Bringers', who were born from the essences of the elements, and within them that of Zephyrus, who harnesses two separate essences instead of just one. In short, it is impossible to surpass them, even more since the levels of energy are under a lot more control than at the time of their creations, through means available to the Spirits. Also, only Zephyrus has two 'objects', one of which granted, something that isn't going to be repeated for power struggle avoidance sake. So, if you are possibly interested on creating a Spirit of Element, keep this in mind.

How we cross...
Sometimes, through the power of a shaman or someone with such kind of spiritual powers, the Spirits called could find their way into the physical realm and recieve a body suited for them, other than the 'object'. This happened through a reincarnation sort of process, either occupying a souless body, such as a stillborn's, or destroying the soul and taking over, which was Kelevra's way of crossing, and the attained body, though having the endurance of the invasive Spirit, is mortal, and therefore killable. Once it dies, the Spirit returns to the Spirit Realm, unscathed, awaiting the next time it can be reborn. In more recent times though, they have been able to actually create a body of their own, as a path was opened through the separating barrier. It is locked by Zephyrus though, and one would need to attain his permission or Oceanus's, as he can unlock it as well, to cross the realms. Once they have travelled to the physical realm this way and created a body though, they can come and go between the realms, as what the lock on the way prevented was the creation of the body, and not the actual crossing, forcing them to go to their 'object'. Instead, the physical body simply fades when they return to the Spirit Realm, and reforms when they go over again. If this physical body is killed, like the rebirth method, they return to the Realm unscathed. However, unlike that method, they can come to the physical realm not long after this 'death', needing only to reform a healthy body.

How we come to be...
The conventional method has been explained on the first topic. There are, however, other ways. The meeting of two 'objects' creates a reaction. A wind going against a rock, for example, erodes the rock, changes its course, something that, even if it may be small, affects the environment, creating new 'objects'. When two maxed out ones meet though, the stored energy may be leaked out of them, and seep into the new 'objects', while the energy gap on the original 'objects' is quickly filled. Still, it is a rare occasion. The channeling of wayward energy by the Spirits into an 'object' produces the same result, though it is hard to perform in one sitting. If these two paths happen, it appears that the fact the 'parent' Spirits have physical bodies draws them to the physical realm, allowing them to pass through the barrier unhindered. Finally, the newest path is for those who have a physical body to have cubs. However, these cubs have no 'object' and, aside their abbilities, they are like any mortal, with no responsabilities, but also with no access to the Spirit Realm and, like any mortal, they can die through common ways. However, dying destroys the link to the physical body, and their soul finds an 'object', resuming the path to becoming a Spirit. Once they do though, if they wish to come to the physical realm, the building of a physical body seems to be easier to them, since they already had a connection with the realm once, and Zephyrus can be quite understanding on these cases. These need permission to pass due to the fact that they, unlike the meeting or channeling derived Spirits, had no 'object' when they were born and so, despite the link to the physical realm, the 'object' itself had no such influence, and thus the barrier prevents passage, which doesn't happen with the other two.

How we cease to be...
There is no death in the common way. They don't die of old age, injuries or disease. The only way to really kill a Spirit is to take out enough energy from the 'object' to the point where the aether body and then the soul disappear from existance. Even if the 'object' collects enough energy again, a new soul is created, and so personality and memories of the old one die with it. A clean slate. Still, this hard to do for a common Spirit, as it involves finding the right 'object' and being able to counter the affinity for energy which, even for weaker Spirits, is very great (though it doesn't start like so, the more energy is taken from the object, the more it resists, so the soul usually survives the assault). So, it takes someone of a very high level to kill off someone and, furthermore, killing another Spirit just on a whim or simply attempting it will result on the offender's punishment, their own death or something else, considered far worse, a veritable torture. For, while death allows one to be reborn, to certain extent, without suffering, the severing of the connection of the Spirit with their 'object' keeps them alive, locked within the Spirit Realm forever, their power taken away from them, while a new Spirit is formed before their very eyes, with the exact same abbilities they had. It may not be much at first to some, but it becomes maddening and torturing for almost all, unable to reverse Zephyrus' judgement, becoming an insane shade of themselves, until the energy and aether that composed them loses it's coesion and they fade away. The few who change and trully repent are given a new chance, reconnected to another 'object' who has no soul. There is yet another way for a Spirit to 'disappear'. For various reasons, whether because they feel they are too weak, want to give strength to another Spirit or a simple lost bet (yes, you read right), they can merge with another. Only one will be in charge, the most dominant one, while the other may act as a conscience, if incomplete, or vanish into the recesses of the other's mind, if complete. The one in charge will be given the access to the other's abbilities, as well as into their 'object' and, if such is the case, their physical body (though this should be a rare ocurrence, since those who can cross have almost always a certain degree of strength and therefor should feel no need to merge). This process only occurs if both sides agree with it (though if one of them is knocked out cold, well... it happens as well), but the separation can be achieved if only one side wishes it to happen though, if there's resistance from one, the 'hostage' must fight his or her way out (this is far easier if it's the dominant wanting out and not the reverse, obviously). Even if they don't make it by fighting, they'll disrupt the body control, and so someone else may spot it and help them out, due to the channeling abbility inherent to every Spirit, making this merging reversible whichever type it may be. Finally, the last kinds of 'death'. However, unlike the others, these ones can only happen when out in the physical realm, in the 'object' or in a body. The method is the same as one before, the severing of the connection with the 'object' and, again, can only be performed by Zephyrus himself. But the result differs. If one has no physical body and is habbiting on their 'object', then their energy source is cut instantly and their soul fades away, dying. If there is a physical body, well, then that's another story as, instead of dying, any sliver of them as Spirits of the Elements fades away, losing even the characteristic blackened eyes and twin fangs, leaving behind a mortal being with only the recollections of what they once were.

What we appear...
The Spirits are as diverse as they can be, really. The only really common thing is the double saber fangs and the blackened, colored pupiled eyes (and even that can vary as in, like, Tierra has no mouth so no fangs, but only things of the sort). As for the rest, anything under the sun is fair game, really. Though no full body clothing.

Our descendents...
A Spirit mating with a mortal doesn't result in a Spirit (if it did, it'd be covered above). The only kind of mating that would result in Spirits of the Elements is between two of them, anyone else is a part Spirit. Plus, if the descendents mate only with mortals along the way, the fifth generation will be the last one who has actual abbilities. Beyond that, the only directly related traces would be appearance wise, and maybe some kind of shamanic affinity, but that would be all. Meaning, one must have 1 part of Spirit blood to 32 parts of mortal blood minimum.

Who we are...
Tierra- Soil as one - Bringer of Spring
Kelevra- World Magma - Bringer of Summer
Oceanus- H2O - Bringer of Fall
Zephyrus- Ice/Winds - Bringer of Winter and Leader of the Elementals
Olephias- Mystral Wind
Sombre- Shadow
Hephaestos- ???
???- ???
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Still undone, saving...

Name: Knarnia
Title: The Orange Fang
Pride: Cerulean Waves
Rank: Hunt Mistress
Gender: Female
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Angel's Tribal Auction
Note: My first PL. She's my dearest for this, the one that started all. It was rather comedic though, I couldn't even catch her growths xd . Got her as a cub, and then, just like that, *poof*, adult 4laugh
Mate: Mankato
Personality: Despite being a full fledged lioness, Knarnia retains many characteristics that would lead many to judge her like a big cub. Which she is during play time, daydreaming whether it's sunshine or rain. The nicest around, she's fairly innocent, believing always the best of the others. It doesn't stop her from being brave when the time comes, and her almost unlimited energy can be channeled from fun and games to serious matters if need be.
Likes: Running, hunting, helping the lions of her pride, being with Mankato.
Dislikes: Solitude, heavy silence
Dreams: Having a family and being there for them whenever they need.
Friends: Pretty much every lion she has met xd .

Relations: -Li Na: Adopted older sister
-Kya, Kerryn and Kamaria: Daughters with Adrastos

History: Knarnia was a young cub when she was left on the oasis's borders. With just a few days, no sorrow remained from being left. She knew so, but the face never became imprinted on her young memory, and so, no pain came. Also, an unwilling substitute came along equally as fast in the form of the two souled Li Na.

Amazingly, Knarnia never found out about Ilice, nor was she ever bothered by the lioness's attempts to be alone. Due to her imaginative persona, the little cub remained distant in her growth process, becoming a fine lioness under Li Na's paw, though she had made little contact with the rest of her sissy's pride, Karver's King of Queens.

She started speaking more with other members of the pride when a new cub arrived, a male Orca. Adrastos quickly became her new found best friend, and they'd race around the lands of the pride together, playing tirelessly. When he, as a teen, decided to leave, Knarnia discovered she cared too deeply for him to stay behind. With a help of Anya to realize this and to convince Karver, Knarnia followed Adrastos to the Cerulean Waves' territory. In time though, she realized it wasn't a romantic kind of love, but more of a strong bond of friendship. So, it was with happiness Knarnia stepped down from the Queenship she had retained for being Adrastos's helper to relay it to Shairi, his true love. What she got in return, though, she prized more than her life.

Three beautiful cublets were born, Kamaria, Kerryn and Kya, giving her the family Knarnia had always wished to have. With utmost love and care, she began raising the three kits, and soon, with her on the lead, Cerulean Waves' top hunting team came to be.

A little before her daughters came to the light, Knarnia had found a white cub lost in the middle of the pride's savannah. Wonder of wonders, he looked just like Adrastos, only reversed! Curious about who the young kit was and finding him alone, the gentle lioness soothed him down softly. Suddenly though, a very angry Briseis jumped in front of the kit protectively, threatening to attack poor startled Knarnia. Adrastos came out to meet the white ligeress though, and the misunderstanding was cleared. The kit was Adrastos's child, and his name was Mankato.

As her girls grew up more and more, and became fine lionesses, Knarnia's joy was overrun by sadness as the realization that her daughters no longer needed her to strive hit her, and a feeling of loneliness, of solitude among the pride washed over time. Her little babies were grown, and soon there would be no one to curl with on the cold winter nights, as Kamaria became closer to Ladishka, Kerryn wandered out more and more, and Kya grew independent. It was almost unbearable.

Without notice though, the Orange Fang became closer to the now Shaman of the pride Mankato, the kit having turned into a stunning adult. Some may have thought Knarnia was only searching for Adrastos in him, but the thought never once crossed her, the friendship turning into love, deeper than she'd ever felt.

One night, days after days of insomnia, Knarnia rose from her attempts at sleep finding she couldn't take the loneliness any longer. Swiftly, her paws guided her to the borders of the pride, only to find Mankato returning from his dwellings. There, bathed by the silver light of the moon, their hearts opened to each other and, once again, Knarnia found her peace, now by Mankato's side.


Cubbies:
xAdrastos

Name: Radion
Title: The Reborn Star
Pride: Silent Hill
Rank: -can't decide- Argh ><...
Gender: Female
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Custom from Fanta X3 heart ! The first of many more!
Note: Radion was actually based on a pendant I found on Google, and evolved into a radioactive gal. Go figure xd ...
Mate: Nu'man (one of his)
Personality: Radion is a naturally tough lion, in the sense where she relies on no one to survive, and has no intention of laying her life in the paws of others again. Since she thrives on her freedom of movement, to be responsible for others, binding her to one place, is also, for now, too restricting on this lioness, though it's not because she loaths such responsability. No, she blames herself for bringing the demise on others when they are under her silver gaze, so while her heart is unrested, no pride will be graced with her presence in a more permanent way. That, and her voice rarely sounds, both her throat's and her mind's. Afraid of incurring in the wrath of the others for her general awkwardness, despite any goob vibe she may get from them, Radion keeps her words to a necessary minimum, as to not create a bond. Because of this, she generally feels rather uneasy around young cubs, as they usually have good intentions on their hearts, but their parents are often questioning of her nature and dislike her influence, breaking the playful ones' hearts.
Underneath this shield, Radion bears a wise mind, quick to find solutions with the experience of an elder. For she is the reincarnation of the first Queen on her pride, and retains all the knowledge and memories of this ancient ancester, her young spirit fused with the aged one's soul. Kind, she cannot help but aid someone in need, though departing soon after. Being a modest one, Radion hates to display her supernatural capacities, often choosing to keep them concealed until no one is looking.
Likes: Night, water, freedom
Dislikes: Violence, superiority complexes, being emprisoned to one place.
Dreams: Finding peace and rebuilding her pride of seers and shamans

Relations: None
Skills: Telepathy, sensing, hypnotising. Occasionally, though it's not on will, future sight.
History: Radion's birth was welcomed widely in her pride. Living in a wide and lush savannah, it was composed of gifted lions and lionesses, not just wise shamans, but also seers. It was like the spirits had blessed the pride, and given it their touch, spreading gifts through the lions. And those who had no unnatural prowress, were skilled in the ways of healing and leadership. However, everyone had noticed how special Radion was, if not before with their sensing capacities, from the signs on her forehead and chest and her glow.
The symbols were known from the founding Queen of the pride, and the exact position and coloring showed the little cub was her reincarnation. And if they doubted, it sufficed to ask the elders. However, a cloud loomed in some heads. The founding Queen Ondrai had rescued the pride from certain death once, when once the oasis in which they lived dried and she conducted them into the savannah just in the knick of time, maybe an omen of the times to come. Still, they put such thoughts behind ther backs and acclaimed the newborn
Radion was the sole cub of the litter, the youngest princess, and the most praised one. However, it didn't spoil humble seer, often sought upon for the wisdom of the past, rivalling with that of the elders'. Life was good, abundance in game and water, secured with solid bonds between the pride members.
The happiness didn't last forever. When Radion had reached her teens, the rain season passed, with few drops of water daring to step into the drying land. The rivers, however, were fed from far away mountain fountains, and didn't worry the lions. The vegetation, though had lost the green and turned into golden pasture. Though there was less game, hunger didn't tarnish the pride, and they continued their lives. The dry season awakened terror, however, and the consequences were payed dearly.
It was the first true hunt for Radion. Before, she had gone with the hunt mistress and sisters to learn the ins and outs, but now, everyone was staying in the den, not depending on her success, obviously, to had food. Radion had moved far, far away from the pride, her glower scaring the prey before she could lay her claws on them. It was frustrating, and only long past noon did she finally get her catch. It was the first time she discovered her hypnotising prowress. For the first time also, she had a vision.
Fire. Burning, crackling fire sweeping through the savannah, surrounding the den and leaving behind a black ashen trail. Instantly, leaving her kill behind, the glowing lioness ran, ran like she had never run before. From the distance, there was no shadow of a smoke, giving her a hopeful trace. Soon though, a disgusting smell of burnt flesh penetrated her sensitive nose, brought by a strong wind. Her form almost flew through the ashen vegetation, tears running down her silvery eyes. She could see the truth, and yet denied it, only giving in to the evidence when her physical gaze landed on the catastrophe.
With her mind's eyes, she saw the severed bonds of her family, her friends, her pride. Some had tried fleeing and died in the fire, their flesh calcinated to the bones. The majority had remained in the den, their inanimate, suffocated corpses lying lifelessly. She saw their souls departing to the skies from a glance, but durst not turn her gaze to them. She had failed them. It was the only thought that ocurred to her. She hadn't come in time, being now cast away to a life of loneliness. With her head low, the Princess left the burnt lands, turning to the desert that bordered the once rich savannah. Maybe death would welcome her. But a feeling it would not filled Radion. And so, deeply saddened for her sorrow and regretting having her death denied, the Reborn Star set off, trying to amend her fault.

After a season of wandering, a shadow appeared on the Star's horizon. For not all Spirits wished well towards the Pride.
The savannah where she had once lived lingered in the shadow of a blazing volcano, endangering those underneath it. The ancient incarnation had managed to seal it off with an extenuating battle that brought her death, locking away from the place the Heart of Fire, the raging Volcano, Kelevra. Radion's birth stirred the wrath within the Spirit, fueling her to break the old barriers; by the time of the glowing one's teen years, it was done, and the lava that poured from her domain had set the land ablaze. Now, Kelevra had stepped into the realm of the living, decided to hunt down she who had durst contain her madness.
In time, the Seer and the Spirit met, and Radion was subdued, lingering in the pain and guilt, not to mention her own shame, seeing herself as the culprit for all of the events. Even if the old and wise soul told her against taking the blame and fighting the Fire Bringer, Radion accepted her punishment, becoming Kelevra and her pride's slave, to use and abuse, with one vital rule: no one can kill her.

Much to Kelevra's dismay though, Nu'man had his eyes set on the Star, and a bargain was struck between the two. Radion was traded for the safety of Kelevra's family. At first, Radion thought it was only just changing ownership, but soon it changed, as Nu'man protected and loved her as one of his Maidens. Radion began to love him as well, and soon, along with Silent Memory, she was graced with three children. Abaddon, Persephone, and Angra Mainyu. She now lives with Silent Memory on her pride, Silent Hill, helping those who became victims of themselves in the accursed lands.


Cubs: -xNu'manxSilent Memory
-Abaddon, Persephone and Angra Mainyu

Name: Vonis
Title: The Forest Storyteller
Pride: N/A
Rank: Wanderer/ Shaman
Gender: Male
Stage: Adult
Mate: Nonpareil
Acquired: Zackeh gave him to me 4laugh heart !!
Note: Ohmigod, so happy!! Mah 2nd male!! Thank you thank you thank you Zackie!!! -luffs- Also, Many luff to Odet, 'cause she darn rules X3! heart heart
Appearance: Forest green pelt, with darker green markings on his face and paws, like his mane. A leaf on the bridge of his nose and triangles down his eyes, and sock-like darkening on his legs.
Personality: Vonis is a listener, always having a kind, comforting word to spare and an ear to hear the others' conflicts. Like an ancient tree, he stands by their side, strong, providing an emotional anchor with his wisedom and all the stories he collected in his amazing memory. One of his oddest traits is how he often speaks to the trees and plants around him, as if was his own child. But they do speak, and tell him the wonders of the world. And there is other thing they do. The trees keep their company to Vonis, masking the void of his inner sadness for being alone, awaiting for the day where someone will take his heart.
Because of his demeanor, Vonis is very gentle and rarely expresses any negative feeling, not wanting to be the one on the other side or to depress those around him. Also, he dislikes travelling long distances under the blazing sun, preferring to go slow, on his own pace, so he can admire Nature's work.
Likes: To heal others, speak with the trees, hear tales, the stars, peace.
Dislikes: Being angered, revealing his troubles, using force, loneliness
Dreams: Finding love and passing down his tales.

Relations: N/A

Skills: Plant knowledge and communication, though he may have another trick up his sleeve...
History: Vonis's life was never a very agitated one. A tad bit on the small side, he was nurtured lovingly, along with his brother and sister, in a peaceful pride that imbued him with the gentleness and good will he bears today, along with a hardly broken pacifism. More of a listener than a speaker, he'd always payed close attention to everything surrounding him from being a little kit, and one day realized that the plants around him, and more so the trees, spoke words of wisdom. So, he began talking back to the trees and started recieving wisdom in exchange for his kind words and for fulfilling the trees' bidding, one helping the others, and vice-versa.

When he became an adult, his pride had to move, as they had too many members for the food provided by the plains beyond them. The Shaman couldn't bear to be separated from his beloved trees though, into the vast dry lands, so he remained behind, nurturing his little home patch, where the vegetation is lush, sprinkled with colorful flowers of sweet fragrance, and water abunds.

In one of his nightly strolls, Vonis once encountered a shinning lioness, the pyrefly one, Cylnat. Her soft demeanour and the knowledge she bore from her experience on the other world enchanted the Shaman, and they lived happily together for a while. However, she disappeared one day, leaving Vonis lonely and broken hearted behind.

He mourned over his loved one, sorrow filling the kind one's heart. So deep it drove him into a suicidal bout, refusing to eat and barely sleeping. A meeting with an acidic lioness was a last second wake up call, snapping him out of his catathonic state. No, Cylnat wouldn't have wanted that... Vonis still remained a shaded figure, hiding in middles of nowhere, where none passed simply because it was far, far away. Until, one day, the bird lioness, Nonpareil, came by. One as brokenhearted as he. A deep friendship bloomed between the tree and the bird, as fate crossed their paths again... and again... and again. And love blossomed between the two. With his heart healed, Vonis can now smile again, and wish his dream will finally come true.

Lore of the Forest

~To Naida

"Once upon a time, a young adult lioness, filled with dreams and desires, entered this same forest. She had a thirst for adventure, exploring and knowing these lands, cheerful and sweet. However, it wasn't the first time she had come, for the trees knew her light blue pelt and the feel of her paws upon her roots. The river knew her as well, it's refreshing waters often bathing and quenching her thirst, and, like always, welcomed her one more time into it's flowing embrace. This time, however, the river itself was... tinted, so to say...

The calm waters were disturbed, rose fading drops spotting the clear flow, followed by ripples from above. Intrigued, she headed up the riverbed. What could it be? Her eyes could only widen, her paws rushing as the guilty one was found.

Aching, an adolescent lion licked and washed his wounds, paying for his young and rash folly. His light green coat was streaked with slashes, blood drops falling on the water. He was grumbling to himself, revolted about the way things were. His anger, though, stopped at the sight of the beautiful lioness, and her surprise and restlessness replaced by a mysterious feeling she did not know.

The forest watched the encounter, smilling at the moment shared between the two. His wounds healed, the pain and anger forgotten and washed by the river beauty. Her heart opened and bloomed, touched by the warrior. Time seemed to stop as words came out and they played, surrounded in happiness.

However, like the river, time never stops flowing, and the moment to part ways arrived sooner then they would like, belonging to different prides. In their eyes, a promise was made. They would wait for each other and, when time was right, they would meet again, with only one another in their heart."

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~From Adia

"Well I was still a cub at the time and very new to Magishin's pride. I hadn't yet to make friends with any of the other cubs within the small pride. So when they went out to play needless to say I was left to my own devices. Anyone can tell you playing alone in a cave is never fun. So I decided to go out exploring while the rest of the pride was out. Big mistake on my part...

On this adventure I managed to find a young rabbit I was nice enough to leave him a foot to walk with, found a few turtles and batted them around before getting bored. After the turtles I happened to stumble into a dark area of the forest, one Malaika had warned me to steer clear of. Well it was still daylight and I saw no threat to looking around for a little bit. I got lost.

I was lost for what seemed like hours and was starting to get scared so when I stumbled upon a huge black snake that said he'd help me find my way home I was more then happy to take him up on the offer. Sure I'd been told not to trust strangers but the snake seemed so nice and was even offering to assist me I didn't think that he would lead me further into the forest and then trick me into letting him coil around me. I still don't trust snakes to this day. But anyway I was in a bit of a jam with the snake now coiled completely around me. He had the advantage and was suffocating me fast. I know this may sound odd but I was actually saved by a pink bird.

She called herself Zeeza. She pretty much came out of no where and pecked on the snakes head until he left me be and went after her. I haven't seen Zeeza since I turned teen and she came to the pride cave and spoke with me. Apparently Zeeza is my guardian or something. She wouldn't tell me anything else but that she was my guardian and was always watching over me."

Name: Kelevra
Nickname: Doom, Kel
Title: The Heart of Volcanoes and Fire
Pride: N/A
Rank: N/A
Gender: Female
Stage: Adult
Mate: N/A
Acquired: Doodleh custom
Note: PH34R DA D0000000M!!! 8D!!
Appearance: Completely pitch black, fire markings striking through the darkness in multiple shapes, only crossed by three slashes on the sides of her neck, scars where the fur won't grow back. There are three silver earrings in each of her ears, the only lighter bit on her body, apart from her long, saber fangs, two placed on each side of the mouth, the ones behind shorter. But the fangs aren't the only awkward traits on this lioness. She has two tails, tipped by sharp, hardened tail feathers, the middle ones being firey hued and cut, and very disturbing eyes, harnessing all of her strength in one glance, the flaming, puppiless iris surrounded by blackness where white would normally be.
Personality: There is a permanent hatred and anger boiling inside Kelevra, a viciousness that has set many on the run for it. The only reason she hasn't taken over the Spirits of the Elements to destroy all the light lovers is because Zephyrus has thwarted her plans countless times, or else the world would definitely not be a good place to live... Only those of the darkness who show strength are safe from the wrath of the living Magma Core... All the others are at risk.
Likes: Death, darkness, fire, the laws of survival
Hates: Weaklings, light hearted and vain lions (her concept of vanity isn't the norm, mind you...), Radion, stuck up Majors.
Dreams: Covering the land with darkness.

Relations: N/A
Skills: They range greatly within the area of all that is hot and burning, from building up her temperature to insanely high levels, going to fire manipulation, and not forgetting volcano creation <.<... You get the picture.
History: Kelevra had always been an expert, since the beginning, in creating chaos. Even if she fulfilled her duties as one of the Bringers of Seasons and the Keeper of Fire, her violent temper impelled her into killing those she found unworthy, unleashing wildfires or making the magma dance above the land's crust, as the occasional catastrophy managed to slip through the brothers and Tierra's surveillance.

There was a time when her mad bidding was stopped on it's tracks by the actions of a mortal Seer. With her gifts, she found a way into Kelevra's charred haven and managed to seal off the volcano, about to destroy her home. Her name was Ondrai, and, despite perishing soon after coming back, poisoned by the toxic fumes, her deeds saved her pride from certain doom. Word of Kelevra's defeat echoed through the Elemental ranks, challenging her threatening might. Many were severely injured in and out of the Spirit realm, as she went rampant in one side, in the other causing severe droughts Oceanus had a more then a hard time to quell.

It took her time, much time to break the binds, the enough for Ondrai to be reborn as a blue and golden kit, named Radion. Her wrath was unleashed on the lioness's teens, but it wasn't enough. Oh no no no. She had to find a direct way to punish her. She had to live. And it didn't take much time to soon find a way.

On the shadow of one of her volcanoes lingered a pride as dark as the firey Spirit they reveered. They were strong lion and lioness warriors, ruthless, violent. However, a feeble, young white female lived among them, feeding on their scraps, taking care of the rowdy cubs while they departed to ravage the nearby prides. By the pride's law, the first litter of any female was the king's, and so, when she came of age, she became pregnant. With all her might, she prayed to the volcano to give her cubs the strength she had never had, so they'd succeed in their pride life. Such prayers reached Kelevra's ears and the veement wish, along with the Elemental's will, pulled her into the world of living, ripping through her womb, killing the other little ones inside and her 'mother'. The black, fire stained kit was immediatly recognized by the pride as their goddess, and accepted into their midst. She proved her bloodlust and violence early on, and even at such a young age she was given the signs of the pride's warriors: four scars at each side of her neck and the middle tail feathers severed at its center. However, once Kelevra reached adulthood, the foolish King desired to apply the pride's law to their goddess, if not by her will, then by force, overconfident on his strength. It was the last of the pride and the warring lions, as lava and poisonous fumes took over the land.

Kelevra then set out to explore and find the one that had defeated her relentlessly, arriving upon the Pride Lands. In her way, she met upon Zeidan, a lion with darkness thriving in his heart, such a rare thing to come upon in these territories. The mirrors of one another, even if with their altercations, a bond formed, a bond of a deep love, though how is beyond comprehension.

The Spirit has found her nemesis and exacted revenge upon Radion, the reborn one, though she has slipped away to Nu'man's claws. After such, Kel found Zeidan's (unplaned) betrayal, and their relationship balanced on a thin edge, as she was beyond pissed, but still uncapable to kill her mate out of rage, as it would only hurt more. She came up with a plan though, one that would put her at ease and open the doors to a larger plot, going out to find a strong male, Sabu, and bearing his cubs, bring Tamesis back with her to the pride. And now, everything's back to normal...

... Or not. Nu'man's intermission was the last drop. His taint, as well as the revelation of Zeidan's weakness towards the white death were the last drops. The once vicious, cruel, evil lioness felt, for the first time ever, trully defeated. Over time she had leant on her mate more than she'd realized, and the utter treachery wounded her deeply. And the worst thing is, the heart she'd gained seemed to be here to stay. Without warning, the mighty Spirit disappeared to unknown parts. It has been a while since anyone last laid eyes on her. The land's blood has been calm, eerily calm for some. Some theorize it won't last much longer, while others just enjoy the bliss. A black shade has been reported to be seen to the north...

Cubs: -xZeidan


-xSabu


-xNu'man- Furia, Eamane, Kethela

-xZephyrus- Muspell, Xbalanque, Hephaestus

Name: Kerryn
Title: The Twilight Fang
Pride: Cerulean Waves
Rank: Huntress
Gender: Female
Stage: Adult
Mate: Arsenic
Acquired: Breedin' KnarniaxAddy by Phoebe ^^.
Note: Whud can I say?? Kerryn is one more of Nia's and Addy's pretties ^^... heart
Appearance: The mid ground between her parents and sisters. Overall gray with a reddish orange marking her tummy, haunches, eyes, lil' mane and left ear, as well as the left flakes and tailfeather, paw and nose pads.
Personality: Sarcastic and cold, many times acting as if she was way above the others in the high pedestal she put herself in, conscious of her own intelligence and way with making her words stab like true fangs. Aside from her own parents, there are very little lions she respects, and even those aren't many times spared her sharp tongue and hard sincerity, at least the way it shows through her twisted prism... And the way she deals with her sisters is even more... harsh, not quite standing Kya's happy-go-lucky demeanor nor Kamaria's extremely mean streak. The middle ground, even if pending more for the gloomier side of the scale.
Likes: Silence, sunsets, dawns, the shadows.
Dislikes: Cheery and noisy ones, being bugged.
Dreams: -

Relations: Knarnia- Da mommy ^^!
Adrastos- Da daddy ^^!
Kya and Kamaria- Da sisters... A cheery and a meano... Eep O.o...
Afu, Achilles, Ladishka, Mankato- Da half siblings ^^

History: Her cunning and sharp tongue manifested early on, having witty remarks to share with pretty much everyone. It was Kerryn's sarcastic humor that drew Arsenic to her and they became friends as kits (she presented herself as the half princess at the time...). However, it was also that that carved a pit between her, Daveigh and Adia, as she promptly mocked Arsenic's spotted sister and defied the protective mother, to the point where her one friend was forbidden of seeing her for a while. It was from that time that the habbit of wandering off stemed, meeting with him so they could continue to talk and do whatever they felt like. As they grew, Kerryn supported the Rose Prince as the pains of aging began to hit him. Salania's leave. Ladishka's rape by the possessed Zephyrus. Amador's teenage crisis. To their strong friendship followed Kerryn's love confession, with much embarassment, teasing and regret in the middle. Still, it didn't shake Arsenic the least bit, and his own feelings grew. When the Ate crisis struck, Kerryn became the poor kits' mother figure, helping Arsenic raise Astatine and Lithium. Now, they're loving mates, after a rather comical revelation... The only time on Keryrn's life she ever felt dumb. Heh xd ...

Name: Kya
Title: The Sun Diamond
Pride: Cerulean Waves
Rank: Kit
Gender: Female
Stage: Kit
Acquired: Breedin' KnarniaxAddy by Phoebe ^^.
Note: My oldest girlie's first litter!! Mah first litter!! And they're all so pretty 4laugh heart !!! Danke Phoebe!
Appearance: Very much like her mother, a warm cream color overall with bright orange ray markings under her eyes and on them, painting as well three of her paws assimetrically. Her pawpads, flakes and tail feathers vary between the cream and the orange as well.
Personality: She is a copy of her mother, friendly, happy-go-lucky. Kya's a little more straight forward, earning a bolder confidence from her father, something Knarnia lacks on a day to day basis, putting her own interests on a higher level, according to the situations. Not everything is for the others, there are limits. Kya will still help those in need though. Hey, would you rather be saved by someone careful about their own self or someone who, uncaring of their own state, dies before ensuring your safety?
Likes: Strange shaped clouds, flying in the morning, happy people
Dislikes: Lightning, sadness, two faced people

Relations: Knarnia- Da mommy ^^!
Adrastos- Da daddy ^^!
Kerryn and Kamaria- Da sisters... A sour-y and a meano ^^''''...