For many seasons, ˗ˏˋ✧♡︎ ᒪᗩᗪY TᗩEᒪYᑎ ♡︎✧´ˎ˗ reigned over the pride, her presence a whispered legend among lions and spirits alike. Draped in silken grace and adorned with celestial wisdom, she was more than a ruler—she was a goddess in mortal form. Yet even in her divinity, she knew one truth above all: her blood would not continue her legacy. The pride’s next ruler was not to be born of her flesh, but instead chosen by fate itself.
Grandmaw ˗ˏˋ✧♡︎ ᒪᗩᗪY TᗩEᒪYᑎ ♡︎✧´ˎ˗ is telling one of your cubs about the time he fought off twenty hyenas at once. The cub is staring up at him in awe and wonder, but a passing older lioness rolls her eyes. It was five hyenas, tops.
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The prophecy had been murmured by the winds, written in the shifting sands, and woven into the constellations above. One day, a lion would arrive—a being of unknown origins, untouched by history’s chains. He would bear no lineage, no past, only a future shaped by the destiny ˗ˏˋ✧♡︎ ᒪᗩᗪY TᗩEᒪYᑎ ♡︎✧´ˎ˗ had foreseen. And so, she waited.
Then, one fateful dawn, he came.
He was unlike any cub she had ever known. The sun itself seemed to rise in his gaze, casting golden embers upon the land as he walked. His coat shimmered with the colors of a celestial fire, his form both fierce and untamed. The pride murmured in hushed awe as ˗ˏˋ✧♡︎ ᒪᗩᗪY TᗩEᒪYᑎ ♡︎✧´ˎ˗ stepped forward, her ethereal presence meeting his radiant one.
"You have come," she said, voice laced with the weight of time itself. "As it was foretold."
⋆☼ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴇʟɪᴏɴ ꜱᴏʟᴀʀᴀ☼⋆ did not speak at first, for he had never known his place in the world. He was a wanderer, a lion with no past, no family, no tether to the mortal realm. But in her eyes, he saw recognition—not of who he had been, but of who he was meant to become.
Under her guidance, he learned the ways of the pride and the sacred duty he was bound to fulfill. He was no ordinary lion; he was the vessel of something greater—a forgotten god reborn into flesh. ˗ˏˋ✧♡︎ ᒪᗩᗪY TᗩEᒪYᑎ ♡︎✧´ˎ˗, knowing her time upon the earth waned, prepared him to take his rightful place.
On the morning of her ascension, beneath a sky painted in prisms and clouds, she gathered the pride for one final blessing. "The sun will rise anew," she declared, her voice echoing in the hearts of all who listened. "And with it, a new ruler shall stand. ⋆☼ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴇʟɪᴏɴ ꜱᴏʟᴀʀᴀ☼⋆, the heir chosen by the stars, shall guide you into the future."
As her form faded into the glittering sky, her essence became one with the land, the sky, the very breath of the pride. And in that moment, Helion knew—he had been chosen not by chance, but by destiny. He would not merely rule; he would burn as a beacon, a god awakened at last and he would make her proud.
Your cubs approach Grandmaw ˗ˏˋ✧♡︎ ᒪᗩᗪY TᗩEᒪYᑎ ♡︎✧´ˎ˗. One of their littermates mentioned that Grandmaw is very old and will not be around much longer. Grandmaw ˗ˏˋ✧♡︎ ᒪᗩᗪY TᗩEᒪYᑎ ♡︎✧´ˎ˗ sits down with the cubs and explains to them that once a lion passes from old age, they go to live in a starry dynasty where they will always be free to look over them and guide them throughout their days. The group of cubs look relieved and less scared, and they all take turns giving Grandmaw ˗ˏˋ✧♡︎ ᒪᗩᗪY TᗩEᒪYᑎ ♡︎✧´ˎ˗ head-bumps!
