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For story purpose, Dajo is a male! "He" is frozen now, so it doesn't matter anyway XD
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A Demon's Kin
Blood of the divine, yet demons call him kin,
Few know who he is or where he’s been.
A pelt indeed dark, but eyes filled with such light,
Beauty so radiant, and strength and might,
The golden flecks in his mane burn like fire.
To say one’s seen him is to be a liar.
Long dead, long forgotten, long ignored,
All he wants is his land restored.
He hides in the shadows, only a demon would,
Feared and rejected by all, none understood.
Not to be spoken of forthwith,
To most, he is only a myth.
Demon or hero? History or fables?
Call him what you wish, those are just labels.
But he is real to those who call him kin.
To those who know where he’s been,
Those dark pelts and eyes filled with light,
That radiant beauty, his strength and might,
The gold flecked manes, burning like fire.
I have seen them and I am no liar.
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Lineage (Story only mostly!)
Father: Tah'Noto
Mother: Daja
Grandfather: Tavero
Grandmother: Moaetahera
Sisters: Oit'Zartahera (reborn as "Ashildr") and Nor'Zarah
Brothers: Dre'Dajo and Rei'Noro
Daughters(within the Lake pride): Dancing Flame, Inarel, Serene Wind, Aida, and Nura
Sons (within the Lake pride): Jir'Niko
Personality
Despite his place as the god of wrath and vengeance, Tah'Dajo is surprisingly benevolent. Having long put aside his anger towards the other gods, he is dedicated to his followers and his family, and equally protective of both. He is the living weapon and shield of the heavens.
Role in Pride
The divine prince has made his place clear within the lands of the Dark Marsh and Lake kingdoms. As his sister and grand niece have made these lands their home, he will guard them fiercely. He, like Ashildr, is very down to earth, despite his occasional displays of power, so he often takes part in the daily lives of the pride. He has put himself to use patrolling the borders, and when he is finished with that, he teaches the healers and aids them in refining the craft of his father.
Relationships
Ashildr
Tah'Dajo loves his sister, but he can be a bit condescending to her in regards to her decision to be take on a mortal life. He often calls her "Zar", forgetting her mortal identity as "Ashildr", which to him is just a facade. He has known her for many more lifetimes than she has yet to remember fully. To him, she is still the warrior-queen and his co-ruler of their followers and warriors. He, not too long ago, led armies of divine warriors by her side, and it is not easy for him to forget that side of his sister. At the same time, he does not blame her for wanting a mortal's life, for he had pursued the same many times before. He just doesn't understand why she chose to forget her past and power.
Nim'Mojiro
Mojir to Tah'Dajo is "suitable" lover for his sister, but he constantly remind the two of Ashildr's immortality and Mojir's lack there of. It is more out of concern for them both that he does this, rather than to drive a wedge between the two. He is also concerned about what may happen if his younger sister, Nor, were to happen on Mojir, who wanders from the protection of the pride quite often. If Nor were to find out, and she would eventually knowing her, Dajo knows she would likely kill their sister's mortal love, as she had before.
His personal relationship with Mojir is somewhat brotherly, actually, and the two are good friends. Dajo often makes comments like, "If times were different, I would make you my War General," showing his fondness for the wanderer.
Echo Brook
It was Tah'Dajo who rescued his nephew's daughter and her pridesister when they were young lionesses and their pride was attacked. He tried his best to mend her relationship with her father Serro, who he had saved in a similar way long ago, but Echo is firm in her anger towards her father. When he first found her, it was his intention to bring her to Serro, but when she insisted that she wanted nothing to do with him, he instead decided to guide her to the Dark Marsh.
Den
Dens by himself... or so he says.
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Warning!
May include blood and violence. Also has mentions of incest, since his parents were brother and sister(only case of it mentioned). Other than that, there shouldn't be anything too noteworthy for a warning.
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Origins
God of Vengeance. Son of War. The Eternal Cycle. Heaven's Wrath-Bringer. The Destroying Lord. Tah'Dajo's history is a long one, nearly as old as creation. It is a long and bloody tale, one of betrayal, punishment, and of course vengeance, but also reconciling, love, and forgiveness. His is a tale of a child convicted for his parents sins, a brother who would damn the world for the sake of his siblings, and a god who do anything for those who dared to invoke his name.
Long, long ago, the gods in the heavens were many, and their families divided into the great houses. The most powerful of these divine houses were that of Tavero, the god of fate, and Xeto, the god of time and creator of the divine world. Xeto and Tavero both had several children, and so they decided to unite their houses through marriage. Xeto's son, the great Ni'Sydro, was to marry Tavero's young daughter, Daja. However, Tavero's wife Moaetahera("Lady of the Dark") did not approve this. She wanted to keep the houses divided. And so she, in her twisted thoughts, came up with a plan. She convinced her son Tah'Noto, Daja's twin brother, that his sister was not truly his sister, and likewise did to Daja. The two then ran off together, and when their father finally found them, they had five young children with them.
Tavero, infuriated and disgusted by his son and daughter demanded they explain themselves. They told him it was their mother who told them they were not siblings. Tavero's punishment of this shame on his family and household fell solely on his wife and the children. He banished his wife to the mortal world, and their grandchildren were to be raised by her. She was a cruel, twisted being, and did not treat her grandchildren well. It proved to be her undoing, and perhaps even Tavero's.
Tired of her beatings and insults, Tah'Dajo, the oldest of the children, turned on Moaetahera and managed to kill her. He did it to protect his siblings, yet little did he know that he was simply fulfilling Tavero's curse on Moaetahera, a curse that she would die by the hand of her grandson. From there, Dajo and his twin sister, Zar, raised their younger sister and brothers on their own, and slowly the siblings rose to power among the mortal world.
As time went on, the siblings formed their own followers and armies. Tah'Dajo became known as the god of wrath and anger. Oit'Zartahera became so beautiful that the gods in the heavens themselves declared her the goddess of beauty. Dre'Dajo was full of trickery for the sake of fun and became the god of mischief, although he would also be called by his name, "the Destroyer of Fools". As for the youngest two siblings, they embraced the spark of true darkness within their hearts. Nor'Zarah, true to her name, became the enemy of beauty, specifically her sister. She became the goddess of jealousy and the overlooked. Rei'Noro was not quite as twisted as his sister, but his mind was certainly sinister and cunning. He twisted the tools healing, gifts of their father, into tools of death. He became the bringer of curses and famine and master of poisons. Rei'Noro was worshiped not out of admiration but out of fear.
Together, the siblings stood strong against their enemies. Many mortals saw them as "demons", but others came to realize that they were divine in nature, despite their flaws. More over, the siblings were able to directly answer the prayers of mortals, and were far more willing to than the other gods. This gave them great power in the mortal world. Their followers called themselves the "Forsaken", for that had given up on the gods in the heavens just as they turned their backs on them. The Forsaken and their gods, Tah'Dajo and his siblings, waged wars against both the heavens and hell, and against all threats stood tall.
Some time passed, and Tah'Dajo finally led his assault against his grandfather Tavero. On the battlefield, they fought against each other as their armies fought around them. Little did either of the gods know that this was the moment their real enemy was waiting for. A dark entity, now only known by the title the Dark Goddess, who some rumors claimed was the shattered soul and power of Moaetahera while others said Moaetahera was her servant, led her armies now against all the gods. She managed to defeat back the gods to the divine world, and then in the mortal world she reigned over an eternal murk that spread across the whole world.
It was Tah'Dajo, along with his two cousins, who led a desperate attack against the Dark Goddess. When the three gods faced her, it was a long and bloody battle, however it was successful. Calder, the god of truth, killed her physical form. Etahoro, the god of magic, shattered her power. Tah'Dajo destroyed her soul. The world was freed from her eternal, starless night, but it was not free from her entirely. Tah'Dajo and his siblings were reconciled with Tavero and the other gods, and were allowed to return to the divine world. Tah'Dajo made things right among the Forsaken before leaving the mortal world. He would return many times, however...
A Brother's Promise
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" the young dark lioness questioned, annoyance lacing her words.
"My dear, I am always aware of where I am going. I could be there already if I didn't need to guide the two of you by foot," the red eyed male replied. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to have some faith in the gods, Echo?"
"I'll have some faith when you finally manage not to lead us straight into a bloody war zone!" Echo, the dark young lioness, growled. She then ran off ahead, leaving Tah'Dajo and her friend, a golden lioness by the name of Summer Breeze, behind.
"Well if there was any doubt before that she was Serro's daughter, that sure clears it up," Tah'Dajo smirked, remembering his nephew in his youth doing very similar.
"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, where exactly are you taking us?" Summer, who was dwarfed by his large form, asked as she walked just to his side.
"There's a pride not too far from here that will welcome the two of you well," Tah'Dajo answered candidly. "My nephew, that is one of my sister's sons, is king there and he will gladly give you a home if I so ask it. His pride have long followed the ways of the Forsaken, even if they haven't called themselves such. Long ago, I guided one of their ancestors here, although she did not know that it was I who did so."
"So it's true that the War-Queen is this Ashildr we've heard about?" Summer spoke, not really asking a question this time. "You must be happy to get to see her again. It's been decades, hasn't it, since you saw her last?"
"Yes, it has been a long, long, time for mortals since I last spoke with or saw my sister." There was nothing but silence between the two after this.
They eventually caught up with Echo Brook, and after several more days of travel, they reached the edge of the Dark Marsh kingdom. They were passed by a border patrol, who on seeing the large male with the two lionesses simply bowed and kept their distance. When they reached the pride itself, a similar welcome was received. The aging king, Shadow of the Stars stood tall, however, and waited for Tah'Dajo to greet him, not the other way around.
"Shadow, my dear nephew, I assume you know who I am?"
"Yes, you are Tah'Dajo, the Eternal Cycle, Bringer of Heaven's Wrath, Son of War. My mother has told me of you, more than just what our legends and faith tell us," the king replied. "And these two with you, who are they?"
"They are-"
"My name is Echo Brook, priestess of the Forsaken like my mother before me, daughter of Serro, the Prince of the Void," Echo cut Tah'Dajo off. "This here is my pridesister, Summer Breeze. Our pride was attacked and many were killed. Your uncle found us and led us here."
"Yes, and seeing as Echo here is your cousin's daughter, I had hoped that you and your pride would offer her and her friend here a new home," Tah'Dajo explained.
"I will do this, but under one condition," the king stated.
Tah'Dajo almost let out a growl. Despite Shadow being family, Tah'Dajo did not enjoy being ordered around or the arrogance of the old king to demand anything of him. However, he would hear the king through.
"Go to the Lake and see my mother," Shadow continued. "She needs you, I can see it. My siblings and I will grow old and die, just as the mortals we are, but she will live on. You were there for her in the past, just as she was there for you, so I ask that you stand by her now and stay by her."
"I will do this," Tah'Dajo smiled and nodded.
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The beautiful, silvery gray lioness sat watching the typical mid-day laze of her pride, a smile grew on her face. While Lady Mar'Saryah was napping beside her younger sister Kenna in the shade, their young cubs were tackling and tussling with the young prince Arjero's short tail. The future king, despite his fierce appearance, patiently amused the cubs, as Mar'Saryah's older daughter Fayra, his betrothed, groomed herself beside him. Fayra was chatting with the future queen and Arjero's other betrothed, Anzora, getting closer to each other.
This is all because of you, my Temptress, that same familiar voice spoke in Ashildr's heart. Do not fear the Eternal Cycle and his arrival. He will not disturb the peace you have found. Remember what I have said to you, and remember not to fear your past. In him you will find much of what was lost to us. She had a puzzled look after hearing these words, and glanced to the lake. A large, dark male with red eyes sat down on the bank. Curious, Ashildr stood up and walked towards him.
"Who are you?!" she demanded, her voice a low growl.
"I was hoping for a warmer welcome than that, sister," the male smiled. "I am Taro Tah'Dajo, and I am your brother, Zar."
"How do I know you are who you say you are and not some trick of my sister's?"
Dajo was taken back by the lioness' words. Her son had known who he was immediately. How did she not recognize her own brother? And was her fear of their sister that severe? "You were the War-Queen of our people, the people you and I tended to when gods and mortals alike turned on them. I faced our enemies on the field of war, while you remained behind city walls protecting those who would have been left to die by both sides. Of all our siblings, you were touched least by our grandmother's darkness, and it was you who inspired the rest of us to fight it. Look in my eyes and tell you know this, else I may die of heartbreak."
Ashildr took a few steps closer to him. She looked him dead in the eyes and took a moment before sighing loudly. "I am sorry, brother. I should have trusted it was you. What are you doing here, though? I have found peace here, but you have always been a creature of war, so much more like our father than the rest of us. There is no war for you to fight here."
"You forget that I also desire peace, Zar," Dajo smiled softly. "In truth, I came here because I was curious of what became of you. I am glad to know peace is what you found. You deserve it, if anyone does."
"So now that you know I am happy, what will you do? Will you go back into the shadows of this world that does not remember us? You must have some reason for leaving the heavens," Ashildr spoke, the words almost as if they were someone else's.
"I don't plan on fading to the shadows so long as you don't, sister."
"Are you saying you want to stay here, with my pride?" Ashildr questioned.
"Yes, and together we will be their protectors. They are, after all, our kin, both near and distant," Dajo replied.
A God Among Mortals
Almost having the opposite of Ashildr's problems with divinity, Dajo tried to cope his best to living among the lions of the lake. At times, he forgot himself, however, such as the time he went patrolling at night as a jackal, using his shape shifting abilities to take that form, and forgetting to turn back when he returned a day later. He gave Aelnim quite the startle when his jackal form suddenly became a massive lion beneath the king's paws. It was that moment that he was glad he did not take the form of a not'hutiah, or war hound, instead.
It took some time, but Dajo was finally settling into his place within the pride.
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