History & Personality

"I was an accident. A happy one according to my parents, but an accident- nay a mistake, none the less." My ear gave a twitch, though my fur remained soft as my father's, smooth like velvet and almost plush, I know my eyes contain a darkness they shouldn't. With as soft as my father is, as well as he raised me and as well as my dearest mother tried to keep this Cosmos forsaken element from her cubs she couldn't. Hate has become just as big of a part of me as it is her. Diamond, Demios, and Jade sit before me, they seem attentive and eager to learn of where I came from, what brought their mother and I together... Why I acted as their father in the Pride, and why I seemed so angry that Sol had chosen Immerman over me, yet loved them so much. With a sigh I closed my eyes, a softness I could feel lingering in my own gaze when it grazed over the three cubs moments before. I did love the three boys sitting before me, I loved their brother who stayed in the pride rather than follow me to a place where I could be angry and hateful all I wanted yet remain useful. I loved their mother, too, so much that it physically hurt me when she came to me, seemingly giddy to my eyes, to tell me that she was pregnant. I had known all along that she was seeing a rebel, a turn coat on the Oasis and Pride that didn't regret what he had done. In the back of my twisted mind I hoped she would come to her senses, but she never did. I kept on as her 'mate' in the pride to protect her, disappearing when she went off with him only to walk her and the boys back and act like a happy family. Shaking the memory from my head I opened my eyes, gaze returning to the cubs with a slightly quirked brow. "You really want me to tell you this story? You three are absolutely positive?" My words were greeted with hurried nods from the three cubs, for once Diamond and Jade weren't talking. "Alright then... Like I said I was a mistake. My birth, along with that of my dear sisters and brother broke a happy relationship off..." My voice trailed, dipping slightly at the thought of my siblings, who I would likely never see again, as well as my parents. My story continued, told from the point of my parents, with the boys paying rapt attention to the story of my father's whoreish nature as a young man, how he bed two lionesses in the Oasis and one ended up pregnant, breaking the other relationship in two. My father may be a fool, but he is a noble fool, Kuchli would never abandon a woman carrying his children. Vittra, my mother, burst into his temporary chambers within the Oasis with the fury of the entire Pride in her gaze, absolutely seething. When Chli asked what on earth could be wrong the only words I've been told he remembers are "They're your CUBS." With that, on the drop of a token my father turned his life around. He took Vittra as his mate, treated her as his queen through every argument, every fight. It wasn't her fault, the anger, the hatred, it was her element, and my father knew that with his soft heart. We were born a long while after, or so it seemed to them. We were healthy, Freyja, Sayen, Quvvat, and myself, but we were angry. Mother was appalled to discover that the element that caused her so much grief had passed to every single one of her cubs, but... they seemed happy at the same time. Oh how she and father coddled us for the first years, taught us to walk with our heads high and speak with the silver tongue they both possessed. Each lesson went well, we were a smart bunch despite Quiver's evident lack of words, but those didn't matter. I was my brother's voice, his energy, his happiness and his outward emotions as a cub. We were as close as close could get, I knew everything about him just as he did me. Even before he thought it the assumption that we would get our father's mane passed my lips, the hope of being great and powerful warriors that danced in our heads quickly fading. That's when we met him, a hulking brute of a lion with a mane made of fire and six legs. They whispered his name like some sort of curse, Aush-Bael they said, the mighty hammer of Korryn, the Executioner. We begged our father to meet him, and so it happened. This great beast of a lion turned out to have a golden soul, one pained with loss but that kept fighting none the less. He offered to train us, and after some thought our brief stay in the Oasis began. We fought with other knights, met the other members, and became proficient in our honed skills: Quiver's in strength and mine in strategy. We didn't stay passed maybe 10 years, Aush ushering us home personally before the war became too bad for us to be able to travel. We finished out our training there, working hard with the skills to protect our families. During this period is when I met her, Solitaire. My grandmother introduced me to her father, who gladly returned the favor. We could introduce ourselves to each other while they caught up, and so we did. The two of us had become fast friends, and before we knew it the both of us were adults ready to begin our adventures. It was with a slight sorrow that I discovered that my partners in crime wouldn't be exploring the planet with me as nomads, Sol would be staying in the Pride as a distractor and Quiver would be joining the Oasis as a knight. I was disappointed, yes, but my chosen path allowed me to visit both as often as I liked, I would become a Nomad. Life was good, and happy as I discovered myself and my skills, living out of a nice cave and tanning leathers, selling hides, making things. To my surprise one particularly nice day Sol greeted me at my door, a happy look on her face but something in her eyes was off, a worry that was never there before, even when her mother and sister passed. With a tilted head I ushered her inside, sat her down, and we talked. She told me how she had met a lion, Immerman, how they had been training together in secret... how he was a rebel, and how she thought that despite his assholeishness that she loved him. My world crumbled, my chest hurt, I loved her. But not like that, no, Sol was like a sister to me. My denial ran deep, and in an effort to show my support for her I gave a snort and casually offered to be her cover for sneaking off, for coming home smelling strange. Despite my early denial I did love her as more than a close friend as things twiddled on. Years down the line and we effectively convinced others that we had become mates, were happy, all the while Sol kept seeing Immerman while I kept hoping that he would either die or Sol would come to her senses. I loved her, with every fiber of my being I did. I treated her like a goddess, like she created gold where she stepped... then she blurted out that she was pregnant, in front of Xerxes and our families. I shattered a little more that day, faking excitement and happily butting my head against her shoulder. A few months before the time came we left the pride, off on our own for a spell so Sol could have her cubs in peace, in my den. In reality she left to frolic with Immerman in the forest, coming back to me with 4 absolutely beautiful and sassy boys. I loved them dearly, and skipped no point to both show and tell them that, left no stone unturned when teaching them with Sol while still leading her out into the unknown with our boys to see that thing two of them insisted on calling dad. I loved them, and when I left, I spilled my heart out to Sol. I had loved her for centuries, my feelings never false, the act was never an act and I loved her too much to sit and watch her leave with the boys, our boys, to see a man that likely used her for a mate and never really loved her I told her where I was going and when, where to meet me and what time if she wanted to come with the boys. I told Quiver, too, I told him everything, including my decision to join the Scourage. We fought, for the first time ever, ripping at eachother's pelts until neither of us could breathe anymore. He spoke to me that night, for the first time in years, the first words to me from a lion I didn't need to speak to to have a conversation with, were "You're not my brother." With malice and blood burning my pelt I turned and left, I waited at the spot I described in great detail for Sol to come but she never did. With a heavy heart I turned and left my life behind... Only to hear a hacking cough a few hours into my journey. The boys had followed me, Diamond, Jade, and Deimos. They had followed me and I could never have been happier. I still take them to a spot to see their mother, I leave for a day or two at a time on supply runs and hunts with them, because they are my sons, and need to learn from their father. They will always be able to see Sol, whenever they want, for as long as they want. They know how to get back to camp. But "I... can't look at her anymore, not without wanting to beg her to come back with me."

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