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 Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:15 pm
 Valora came from a pride that worshiped Shenan, Goddess of Madness and Ecstacy and a Demon known as Minos. Valora was the prides oracle until she left them, their ideals conflicting with her own. It was in her departure that she came in contact with Tyranny. Still having a bit of a hound in him he wanted her. At first it was in a fashion of having a trophy wife...but when she did not throw herself at his paws like so many other females he truly fell for her. He convinced her to join his herd and for a while travel with them, promising that if she did not like it, he would bring her back home.
She took him up on his offer and as her time spent with him grew longer, she came to love him. They eventually were mated making her his queen. Almost a year after Valora birthed him two healthy sons and two daughters one of which was white. Though she was different from all others. She was to be their oracle. She was born blind and with a third eye. On the night of their birth Valora was presented with a vision. Something horrible was to happen and she'd lose two of her babes because of it. Fearful she informed Tyranny and so he had to make the hard decision of staying put for much longer than he intended. The cubs were still much too young to travel.
Sadly a group of poachers found the pride and took to picking them off one by one. Valora gathered her young and hid them away as best she could before rejoining her love and helping him fend off the two leggers. During this time, the youngest male Desero awoke and wandered off oblivious to what was happening. Not even five minutes after he left, a poacher came upon the hiding spot, took note of the albino and decided she would be sold on the black market. The other two were of no importance and so they were killed. Once everything died down Valora came back to the spot she hid her babies and cried out in pain to see two of them slain. First they lost their pride and now her babies. She knew her albino daughter would have been taken away by the poachers and unable to be tracked and almost lost hope.
However the paw prints of a cub caught her eye. Desero was still alive? She and Tyranny began their search for their son. Months passed and soon those months grew into years. The two grew hostile towards one another and chose it was best to split up. Another few years had passed and Tyranny came to find Valora again and was about to apologize and confess his love that never really died for her but she was in love with another. He supported her love for the other male much to his dismay but grew a great hate for him as he watched from afar how he hurt her with his treacherous acts. When Valora learned of the males deeds she ran off heartbroken. He took chase not wanting her to be alone and found her plagued once more by a great evil force she'd had to deal with since cub hood.
It was because of his valor, because of his love for her that she survived the ordeal and the two renewed their vows so to speak.A short time thereafter, they found their eldest son Desero and their chests swelled with pride. Despite their absence in his life, he had grown to be a very wise and honorable lion who was coming into his own and seeking to start a pride of his own. However, such plans were put on hold for there was much time the three of them wanted to make up for. Come halloween night Valora birthed Tyranny two daughters. Furia and Devin whose appearance were influence by the hellish night spawned because of Nightmare. Devin unfortunately has acquired her mothers curse and an ancient evil has his eyes for her. Knowing this, Valora has done her best to keep Devin close to the pride at all times, though Devin has managed to slip away. She knows of the evil that lurks about, just as she knows his name and his face. She however shows no fear for there is no sense in doing so. If the fates have deemed it necessary to be taken away by this fiend then so be it. However, she did not share these thought with Valora.
There are two reasons behind it. One, she felt that her thoughts were her own and didn't need to be shared and two, her mother was already under enough stress having been unable to produce more children.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:30 pm
 Name: Tyranny
Meaning of Name:
Nickname(s):
Gender: Male
Stage: Adult
Species: Fire
Pride:
Rank in Pride:
Aquired: Dream-A-Custom contest
Colorist: Mya
DOB: July 12, 2008
Mate: Valora
Relations:
Children: Desero, Furia, Furia-litter-sis(Ira's), Nereza Kepi, Mortalitasm, dragonboy(Tolli)
Daughter In Law: Venya
Likes:
Dislikes:
Personality:
Bio:
Tyranny was born into a long line of wandering rogues whom praised and worshiped Lyradis, god of darkness and night. He was the new prince of this pride along with his brother Jeuri Akida the very first albino of this long lived pride. His birth, by the elders were taken as a bad omen but the King an Queen would not hear of it. They could never consent to exile of their own flesh and blood and while still so innocent. Naturally Tyranny and Jeuri were competitive towards one another but that did not affect how close the two were. If anything, the two constantly trying to one up each other is what made them so close.
As the two grew older, the personalities became more prominent. Tyranny was more interested in the ladies than he was into learning how to me and effective and reliable ruler. He was a bit arrogant then. Where as Jeuri was the apple of his fathers eye. Never slacking and ever diligent to be the greatest King in history. Yet things grew sour for the family when the oracle had a vision. Jeuri was destined to be on the path of destruction. She foresaw a battle between he and his brother, one where one of them came close to death. From what she could see, Tyranny was the one who came close to dieing and so his parents had no choice. They exiled their albino prince fearing that if he stayed and continued trying so hard for Kingship of the pride all would suffer.
Tyranny concerned of this informed his brother and even questioned his loyalty even though he shouldn't have had to. This very action caused the two to bicker and in a fit of anger that was not only directed towards his brother, but the entire pride, Jeuri left forming a hate for all lions of color. Tyranny on the other hand, stayed behind and in time became King of his wandering pride. With the newly acquired title, he grew to be very mature and during the year of the hunters moon, they came to new lands. It was there that he met Valora. Still having a bit of a hound in him he wanted her. At first it was in a fashion of having a trophy wife...but when she did not throw herself at his paws like so many other females he truly fell for her. He convinced her to join his pride and for a while travel with them, promising that if she did not like it, he would bring her back home.
She took him up on his offer and as her time spent with him grew longer, she came to love him. They eventually were mated making her his queen. Almost a year after Valora birthed him two healthy sons and two daughters one of which was white. Though she was different from all others. She was to be their oracle. She was born blind and with a third eye. On the night of their birth Valora was presented with a vision. Something horrible was to happen and she'd lose two of her cubs because of it. Fearful she informed Tyranny and so he had to make the hard decision of staying put for much longer than he intended. The cubs were still much to long to travel.
Sadly a group of poachers found the pride and took to picking them off one by one. Valora gathered her cubs and hid them away as best she could before rejoining her love and helping him fend off the two leggers. During this time, the youngest male Desero awoke and wandered off oblivious to what was happening. Not even five minutes after he left, a poacher came upon the hiding spot, took not of the albino and decided she would be sold on the black market. The other two were of no importance and so they were killed. Once everything died down Valora came back to the spot she hid her babies and cried out in pain to see two of them slain. First they lost their pride and now her babies. She knew her albino daughter would have been taken away by the poachers and unable to be tracked and almost lost hope.
However the paw prints of a cub caught her eye. Desero was still alive? She and Tyranny began their search for their son. Months passed and soon those months grew into years. The two grew hostile towards one another and chose it was best to split up. Another few years had passed and Tyranny came to find Valora again and was about to apologize and confess his love that never really died for her but she was in love with another. He supported her love for the other male much to his dismay but grew a great hate for him as he watched from afar how he hurt her with his treacherous acts. When Valora learned of the males deeds she ran off heartbroken. He took chase not wanting her to be alone and found her plagued once more by a great evil force she'd had to deal with since cub hood.
It was because of his valor, because of his love for her that she survived the ordeal and the two renewed their vows so to speak. Come halloween night Valora birthed him two daughters. Furia and Devin whose appearance were influenced by the hellish night spawned because of Nightmare. Devin unfortunately has acquired her mothers curse and an ancient evil has his eyes for her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 4:39 pm
 Name: Atrum Cruor
Colorist: Odet Amo
Font: #000033
Font Style: Normal
Aqcuired: PL Ann. RP Event 07 Rp Contest (Put into my care by D_Trucido when he left gaia due to personal reasons)
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Pride: Long since forgotten and abandoned
Mate: Lilith
Children: Galatea
Jericho
Bathory
Lorne
Wyvern
Bio: Atrum's insanity wasn't spawned by any particular event at any point in time. It was a steady progression, consuming him as time passed.
He came into power in a pride. More than likely because he fell in love with one of the lionesses within the pride. How he disposed of the previous king left many of the pride's members leery of him, but the lioness herself was completely (somewhat blindly) in love with him. As he became more unstable, more lionesses began to leave the pride. One of the lionesses,
the best friend of Atrum's mate (Wistaria) tried to convince her to leave with her. Even when the lioness refused, Atrum (whom overheard) convinced her to lure Wistaria into a trap that should have rightfully killed her. (Fortunately she made it out by the skin of her teeth.)
Then as time went on, the lioness bore him a child -- a single daughter. Unfortunately, his mind had rotted away enough by that point that he began spontaneously lashing, even at them. After unintentionally provoking an attack on her mother, Galatea stopped talking for fear of causing her (or anyone else) any more harm, and began steadily withdrawing into herself. (Which, unknown to her, just about broke her mother's heart on top of everything else.)
His mate never once stopped loving him, although she did regret sending her friend to her 'doom', among other things. In probably one of the smartest things she could have done, she secretly chased Galatea from the pride. Galatea went on to find a new home in Le Roi de Sorrow, along with a new name (Fae). She never forgot her family, but likewise, never found out that her mother died some short time later at the paws of Atrum.
There is one minor incident, though, that has his name attached. Basically, he encountered a lioness of a more secluded pride, forced himself onto her, and badly wounded her mate when he came to her defense. Her mate was Blackjack (who remains half-blinded by the incident, although it's hidden by the mask he wears), and she died giving birth to the child Atrum had forced on her (Jericho).
When he was done there, he continued on his delusioned wanderings and of course yet another fell victims to his claws. Unfortunatly that victim was a young cub.
Everything was nothing more than a blinding haze. Sounds were amplified ten fold as were smells and it only added to his chaotic delirium. The crickets chirping their songs of the night, the grass bending to the wind...it was all nothing more than the normal thing. Yet to his ears...to his ears they were voices condemning him. The stars in the black velvet of the sky were the eyes of heaven that bore witness to his heinous acts. The blood that had been caked on his paws and around his maw had dried up some hours ago but the smell of it still greeted his nose and it would forever remained logged within his memory. As would their looks of terror and despair. As would their screams of agony and their pleads for mercy. How he had even managed to care for them was beyond them but he was so relieved to have let the arms of insanity take him into its dark cold embrace.
To roam is my calling...but why exactly? Why am I to be a...
He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a stir in the grasses some two feet ahead. His ears perked, glazed over eyes narrowed and a cheshire grin with malicious intent took form on his features. He took a slow pace to his unknown prize. To run would mean to end his fun all too quickly. No, this was to last. To be cherished. Finally after but a few moments that felt like eons to him, he was upon his prize to discover that it was a cub. The poor thing, lost and alone, confused and cold. The little one's fear radiated off of him and it drove the killer into a frenzy. The urge to spill the cubs’ blood and play with its carcass was growing strong and ever so quickly yet he remained still as stone just staring. He hadn't been noticed yet.
Why do I wait...why do I not strike her down now. Spill her crimson essence and indulge in the taste and sent of it. Strike...strike now and have your fun. Do it now! Do it n....
She was looking at him with big, bright brown eyes. It was then that he knew why he hadn't struck. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes. The scent of it hadn't been enough. To see it was what he truly wanted. To see it shine so brightly within her innocents, to watch her tremble as cold and confusion took her into its embrace. To watch her contemplate if this deranged looking male would and could help her in her time of need.
"Mr....I can't find my mama. Will you help me?"
Lowering himself to the ground, he moved closer until their noses were just inches from touching and then he snapped. He clamps his large maw around her neck and roughly snatched her up from the ground, tossing her over his shoulder, but he didn't stop there. No. Where was the fun in that? He ran back towards the badly wounded cub that struggled to breathe and move only to rake his claws along her backside. She tried to scream, but the blood that was collecting in her throat made her screams into pained gurgles.
Seeing her in such a pathetic state made his blood boil and so he took hold of the cubs’ tail and began running. Dragging her across random rocks and making sure she hit and thorn bushes or trees that passed his way. Her pained gurgles were like music to his ears but they had come to a stop and so he stopped. Releasing her tail from his mouth he now looked at her form. She was completely limp. She didn't move or even breathe. His toy had broken. Oh well...he'd find another soon enough. So he simply walked over the cub and kept on his way.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:48 pm
 Name: Grunn
Colorist: Doodle p***s
Font: #006600
Font Style: Normal
Aqcuired: PL Ann. RP Event 07 Rp Contest (given to my care by D_Trucido when he left gaia due to personal reasons.)
Mother: None
Father: None
Siblings: None
Pride: None
Mate: None
Children: None
Bio: Here I sit against the rough bark of a tree, shaded by it's canopy with no clue on what I should do. My only option is to sit here and brood over all that I have been through. Brood over what I used to be, the very toy that children idolized and cherish. Brood over what I am now, what I have become. Yes it is true that before I did not breath, talk, eat or move but I was still alive in a sense. I could see all that went on around me. I could hear the news of each passing day. I could think...no...ponder of what exactly the world was and what it was slowly amounting to. I could learn and learn I did. I learned right from wrong, the different between good and bad. I learned of happiness, sorrow, anger, and pain...yet I have yet to experience any of them save for one. The one that I had experienced was happiness and it all started the day a little girl got her father to purchase me from the store.
"I want that one..."
A sweet angelic voice had stirred me from my slumber of sorts. The thick fog within my vision cleared as I had been lifted from the shelf and placed within small chubby arms. Then a face came into my view. Chubby freckled colored cheeks that carried a sun kissed peach hue to them, a cute button nose, grassy green eyes and to frame the pretty face was curly fiery red hair. She had pulled me closer to her little body, although still big compared to myself, and mumbled into the top of my head of how much she'd love and care for me. I don't know what it was, if it was her words, or the soft white and green poke-a-dotted dress that she wore that made me feel so warm. Yet at that moment I knew that I was no longer alone. I knew that I had a companion and that the fuzzy feeling I had in the pit of my cotton filled belly was nothing more than happiness.
The first few weeks of being in her care were eventful and to say the least enjoyable. She took me everywhere she went. Nap time, bath time, lunch time and even to school. Though she hated to leave me behind in her little cubby. When at home I was there to comfort her when the night brought her fear, when a wound brought pain to her small frame and when sorrow filled her eyes with tears. I took part in her tea parties and even served as her pet. Yet...as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. She grew tired of me. Tired of the fact that I could not move, speak, eat or really play with her. She grew tired of being imaginative with me.
"I don't want him anymore. He's not real. I wanna real bunny daddy."
He had tried to calm her and explain that she was too young for a real rabbit but the girl just wouldn't listen. Instead she threw me at his feet and stomped her little ones onto the floor. She screamed at the top of her lungs and would hold her breath until she turned blue, so her father gave up. He took hold of my ears and scooped me up only to take put me in his brief case and close it. That's all that I was able to remember. I was surrounded by a black fog yet at times I'd feel these sensations. Then my vision would return only to fade out once more.
"..t's....aking up. C...ll...n the Professor..."
The voice seemed so far away at first, but I knew that it was so close. Slowly my vision returned and everything seemed green in color and there were bubbles floating around me. I turned my head to look...yes turned and the shock alone made me tense. Never before had I been able to move my limbs around without assistance so it made no sense to me as to why I could do so now. When I though it was alright to move again, the green substance I was floating in was slowly draining through the floor and I was sinking lower and lower until I was sitting, fur soaked....fur!? I had real fur and the knowledge of having it freaked me out. I went to run but immediately came to a halt when I caught my reflection in the thin sheet of class of the container I was in.
Green fur...red eyes, a fluffy tail, long ears and and odd body. Not small but it wasn't big either. In fact it wasn't my body, it wasn't the body of a rabbit...of a grunny. No it was more feline and man did it feel cold. To see bigger being dressed in white coats and faces shaded because of the bright light of the room was a frightening this to be had but all of that was just the beginning. After drying me off, I was placed on a cold slab of metal and an arrow moved back and forth for a few minutes before finally settling on one spot. One of the human jotted something down on a thin white piece of material, then another scooped me up, hooked me up to weir wide wiring and placed me on a moving ground. It started off with a low speed and I was moving in a slow crawl, but gradually it speed up causing me to go up to a trot to a full out run.
Even then they recorded my movements and at times would smile. Other times they'd frown but not to the point where I felt I did something wrong. Then the pain...when I first felt pain was when I was pocked with a stick of some kind and was shocked. It had hurt so much that I couldn't help but jump from the shock of it. When the stick came near again, I moved from it ways and ran about my cage just so it wouldn't happen again. The human who was doing it seemed pleased because he ended up going away along with the hurt stick. Then there were the feeding times. They'd give me different foods but not to sustain me. It was simply to see how I'd react to whatever natural chemicals were within the food and how I'd react to chemicals they put in them.
Often times I gagged and regurgitated the food I took in. Other times I was well and was able to keep my food down. Then there were times where I couldn't bring myself to move without adding to the horrific pain. This was what it felt like to be alive...at least this was how I saw it. Some days passed and I was left alone but kept within a cage with some sort of fabric placed over it so that I could not see what went on around me. Then I saw them...those green eyes that had captivated me the fateful day and my ears met with that horrid scream I had heard the day she said she didn't want me anymore.
"It's ugly! Kill it!!"
Kill me? Why? I had done nothing wrong, nothing at all but give all of my undying love and attention to a brat that grew tired of me. Thankfully they ushered her out of the room and soon after I felt something sharp p***k me from behind. I blacked out before I could turn to see what the cause had been. When I came to, I found myself outside in a grassy field. Tracks of some kind were headed away from me and it was then that I knew I had been abandoned...left behind to survive on my own. But how could I possibly do that when I didn't have the knowledge to do that?
The sun is setting now, slowly but surely and the sky is growing darker. The air is becoming colder and I can't seem to keep myself from shivering. Hate...that is what I feel right now. Towards that girl and towards those people. Why couldn't they just leave me as I was?
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