ᴄᴏɢᴡʜᴇᴇʟ's Den
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕. 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒔 -𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏- 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔.
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Bloody paw prints traced across the sandy oasis. They lead to a young dark-furred lion by the name of Cogwheel. It had only been a few hours since he had woken up surrounded by the stench of death and the sound of silence.
Cogwheel was born only 2 years ago and had only just met the pride his mother was from when the world had come to an end. Just a day ago he had been resting on the sunny rocks alongside the king of the pride, now he made his way across this vast territory believing his pride to be dead. Cogwheel released multiple sharp breaths as he staggered forward, with no clear destination in mind.
His breath hitched as he reached the top of one of the many sandy dunes and spotted what he thought for mere moments was a hallucination. All thoughts of what this patch of greenery he saw could be were driven away by the pain in Cogwheel’s limbs and the aching in his bones. He gained a burst of strength and speed as his mind filled with a strong terror of The Wastelands around him. With widened eyes, flattened ears, and a franticness in his bound, Cogwheel made his way to the small patch of trees up ahead; sanctuary.
Cogwheel dove into the foliage, branches and thorns tearing at his pelt as he disappeared into the undergrowth. His dark pelt blended into the shadows as he skidded to a halt and dove behind a large log, presumably a fallen tree. Hours passed, and eventually, night claimed the territory. Cogwheel remained where he was, hidden within the surrounding forest, most likely the last forest.
A few days passed and soon enough Cogwheel had no choice but to come out of hiding and find food. He still retained the hunting skills his mother had taught him, and to his surprise, this small patch of forest was flooding with prey. It didn’t take long for him to catch a few rabbits. Once his stomach was full he returned to his hiding spot and lay down amongst the ferns. He rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes, but sleep didn’t come easily.
This is how life was for a couple of months. Ultimately Cogwheel turned to insanity and lost his mind. He became shut off from the outside world and rarely ever left the foliage. Soon after his mental downfall any memory of his past vanished, and he became nothing but an empty husk of who he had once been. This is how the wastrels, other survivors, knew Cogwheel.
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[ !! To be very clear: the lions within my den are not a pride, they are simply multiple different known characters within The Wastelands. If they have a group, it will be mentioned within their bio, but most are lone survivors and not part of any pride. !! ]
[ !! If a lion is in a den excluding Unsorted than they most likely have a bio with their lore. !! ]
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕. 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒔 -𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏- 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒆 -𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆- 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒔.
𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝑵𝒐-𝑴𝒂𝒏’𝒔-𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆-𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒃 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉.
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 -𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚- 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆-𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍-𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆-𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.
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Bloody paw prints traced across the sandy oasis. They lead to a young dark-furred lion by the name of Cogwheel. It had only been a few hours since he had woken up surrounded by the stench of death and the sound of silence.
Cogwheel was born only 2 years ago and had only just met the pride his mother was from when the world had come to an end. Just a day ago he had been resting on the sunny rocks alongside the king of the pride, now he made his way across this vast territory believing his pride to be dead. Cogwheel released multiple sharp breaths as he staggered forward, with no clear destination in mind.
His breath hitched as he reached the top of one of the many sandy dunes and spotted what he thought for mere moments was a hallucination. All thoughts of what this patch of greenery he saw could be were driven away by the pain in Cogwheel’s limbs and the aching in his bones. He gained a burst of strength and speed as his mind filled with a strong terror of The Wastelands around him. With widened eyes, flattened ears, and a franticness in his bound, Cogwheel made his way to the small patch of trees up ahead; sanctuary.
Cogwheel dove into the foliage, branches and thorns tearing at his pelt as he disappeared into the undergrowth. His dark pelt blended into the shadows as he skidded to a halt and dove behind a large log, presumably a fallen tree. Hours passed, and eventually, night claimed the territory. Cogwheel remained where he was, hidden within the surrounding forest, most likely the last forest.
A few days passed and soon enough Cogwheel had no choice but to come out of hiding and find food. He still retained the hunting skills his mother had taught him, and to his surprise, this small patch of forest was flooding with prey. It didn’t take long for him to catch a few rabbits. Once his stomach was full he returned to his hiding spot and lay down amongst the ferns. He rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes, but sleep didn’t come easily.
This is how life was for a couple of months. Ultimately Cogwheel turned to insanity and lost his mind. He became shut off from the outside world and rarely ever left the foliage. Soon after his mental downfall any memory of his past vanished, and he became nothing but an empty husk of who he had once been. This is how the wastrels, other survivors, knew Cogwheel.
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