Solias

In the beginning, when the universe exploded into being, there was a lion cub at the center. He was black, with stars dotted in his fur, they pulsed with his heartbeat. The light dimmed and brightened with breath. He was beautiful, and young. A small cub that was alone in the abyss.

And for a few moments after the explosion, the world was still, until his eyes opened.

The cub immediately burst into flames. His eyes were burning from the inside out, and as soon as they opened his transformation began. His body began to change, the pulsation of the stars on his fur becoming faster and brighter the longer time went on. As he began to come alive, realization began to set in.

A god, some would call him, he thought as his body began to change. In mere moments his form shifted from a helpless child, fresh and small, to teenaged lion with new, glowing tiger stripes along his body that acted more as flame vents in a factory than markings on a living thing. Muscles began to bulge under his skin where before they were simple whispers of what was to come.

He let out a mighty roar as his bones rushed to catch up with his body, his teeth growing at an alarming rate to their long and sharpened state of near adulthood they should have been at. His skull and body rushed to take the shape of the primal lion he was meant to be, the painful transformation powered solely by the plasma within him. His screams and cries were lost to the empty space.

As his voice rushed through the void around him, energy from all around his body came up and formed two massive horns around his head. His horns are made of pure plasma and shine bright as the newly formed stars and suns around him. Finally, he felt complete. He stood there, atop his clouds of plasma and flame, and he gave a toothy grin.
“King of the Void, Lion of the Light, I am the First!”