ς๏๓ค ๒ค๒ץ

MY FIRST LETHAL EVER!!!
OFF A LIONESS I BOUGHT THE DAY BEFORE, LOL!!!

"ς๏๓ค ๒ค๒ץ skips merrily beside Grandpaw ΛПDЯΣI ƬΉΣ II, chattering away about how hungry they are. They want a zebra, and a hippo, and an antelope, maybe a kudu, and how about a dik dik for dessert? Grandpaw ΛПDЯΣI ƬΉΣ II quirks a brow and smirks slightly. "EMOTION!" cries the cub, to which Grandpaw simply says, "No.""

"Grandpaw ΛПDЯΣI ƬΉΣ II was probably hoping to get in a nap before the day got too hot, only for ς๏๓ค ๒ค๒ץ to pounce on him. Grandpaw ΛПDЯΣI ƬΉΣ II doesn't make a fuss, or even do so much as complain, and eventually he and his grandcub are both snoozing in the shade."

Born on 9/28/2022 from a G3 Mane Succubus. 1st Gen Leopon Grandmother.
True name: Samahin

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Twisted Sister, in all the time Andrei has known her, has never shown or felt fear. Her unwavering stare and stance, and readiness to fight back or to just stay in the shadows were the only bits of personality anybody could see from her. But, after Andrei agrees to a deal with a Lich, and convinces his lioness to have her first litter with their magicks, he's the first to witness the concern and underlying fear shining in her never before seen eyes.

Curled up against her warm belly are three cubs - two of them Andrei already recognized as common mutations he had seen before in his pride, from his own litters with lionesses. The bobbed tail and folded ears surely weren't anything to worry over - but.. it was when his gaze fell upon the third cub that he realized what exactly had her so worried.

He can't even count all the little legs! Twisted Sister was evidently very worried but the cub curls up and suckles milk nicely, seeking warm in her icey fur. Andrei requests she keep an eye on the young cub, and to alert him should anything happen with them as they grow. Perhaps they could manage to thrive in the pride as a babysitter or broodmother because there was no way this cub would ever be able to hunt or protect the pride.

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In a month, Andrei returns to check upon the lich-born cub. Their skull-faced mother watches the prismatic King warily, standing over the extra-limbed curiousity in an almost protective stance. Andrei snorts quietly, but bows his head, knowing not to mess with the fire queen who had birthed the cub itself. "How is he?" Andrei questions, straight to the point.

Twisted Sister pauses a moment, still warily staring at her guardian male, before lowering her head to nuzzle the month old cub who mewled in protest. As cubs at this age learn to walk and wiggle around, poor Samahin just drags his body and squeaks sadly. The appetite isn't as great either, as Twisted informs him, worry lacing her words. Andrei considers this, as he eyed the mutli-limbed mistake cub, before shaking his mane and turning away to go check upon the other lionesses and cubs of his pride.

"Keep me updated."

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ς๏๓ค ๒ค๒ץ has trouble following his mom around. He often gets left behind and prefers to hide in the bush. He mewls pitifully for her, his many extra limbs wiggling and digging into the dirt beneath him as soon Twisted Sister returns. Cooing softly, the maned lioness lifts him by the scruff and carries him back to the safety of the cave. He can spot his two sisters tusseling behind them, tail drooping as they notice their mother leaving and begin to chase after them, whining loudly. "Moooom! We haven't been outside that loooong!" ʍǟʊֆօʟɛʊʍ complains.

Twisted soon settles Samahin down as she turned to cuff his sisters with her large paw. "Stop your moping. Go hassle the broodmothers to watch you if you wish to keep playing outside." The girls stick their tongues out at her, not even sparing a glance at their oldest brother as they hurry away to convince a broodmother to watch over them. The maned lioness huffs quietly, before drawing Samahin closer to herself and starting to groom him.

Coma quietly let her, sprawling out between her paws. He just stares after his younger sisters, wishing that he too could join in their playing.

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ς๏๓ค ๒ค๒ץ sometimes plays in the den, but sleeps most of the day, looking sad while his mom nudges him to be more active. She spends most of her time now at his side, dragging her tongue through his freezing fur, trying to urge him to move or to nurse or to eat the softened meat the other lionesses have started to bring their cubs to begin to wean them. A deep ache has started to settle in Twisted Sister's chest as her cub remains mostly unresponsive to her attempts. A gut feeling that, despite her constant attempts, her desperate need to be assured he could do it, the fantasy her eldest, her first cub her first son ever, would grow up in the pride with her, he would not make it. Her beloved little Samahin, her Coma Baby, wasn't going to make it.

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The multiple legs of ς๏๓ค ๒ค๒ץ prevent him from developing muscles correctly. Shaky limbs won't let him play too long and his general health is noticeably declining.

Twisted Sister wonders how many more months he has left, as she curls around his dozing, tiny form in the shadows of the cave, keeping him warm against her thick fur.

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Apathy of ς๏๓ค ๒ค๒ץ is preventing the cub from moving or eating much. His mother has grown despondant and depressed, trying desperately to get him to eat. But Samahin merely lays there, his ribs already starting to show from weeks without really eating his fill. He stares as his sisters move about. Sleeps, as the other cubs prance and play. Twisted Sister remains with him all the awhile, and Samahin would've cried if his body had enough energy to.

He didn't want to make his mother sad. He wanted her to smile. "I'm sorry for being such a weak cub," he wanted to say, "I'm sorry I couldn't be the son you wanted."

He wanted to mewl for her. He wanted to yowl and cry at how unfair it was - why was he born like this? Why must he make his mother grieve and weep for him so?

But he was so tired... so so tired... Samahin can't even nuzzle up to her as he lays in the bedding his mother created. His eyes droop, and shut, and he last remembers feeling his mother's ever so soft mane pressing against him as she curled around him and nuzzled close.

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ς๏๓ค ๒ค๒ץ gave up last night. He had died due to the complications of his deformed body, and it broke her.

Andrei could only stare on, almost cowering away from the Maiden of War. The King knew it would be wise to stay away from a grieving, angered mother. Especially one who wasn't fully lion, just as how he himself was a celestial. Twisted Sister would not allow ANY of the other pridemembers to get close to her and the body of her firstborn cub to give him a proper burial.

Andrei told them to leave her to mourn before they did anything, but a part of him knew, some deep, gut feeling, that they would not be burying Samahin just yet.

No, they wouldn't be, for Twisted Sister lifts the body of her cub in her jaws, grief burning in the sockets of her skull face, as she silently left the cave. Andrei trailed after her, to the edges of his territory, as she crossed the border. He did not follow further, and settled down silently, waiting for her eventual return. But for now, the maned lionesses carried the now cold corpse of her son, off to the horizon.

Grief was all that held her mind, as her paws left scorching trails wherever she trod. They carried her, through the territories of others, through wide fields and desolate plains, until she reached the frozen wasteland of the cub's other parent - their 'father', the queen Lich.

It was Frostmourne - Solanine - the one who had given her first litter to her, who had help in creating Samahin, that she sought. The burning eyes and quiet wails of the undead that greeted her, swarmed her, she paid no mind to. Twisted Sister instead continued, until she could call upon the lich herself, just as Andrei had done months ago.

It was to this undead queen, this wretched witch, that she begged and pleaded - she, the vessel of War, the embodiment of flames and death on the battlefield - for them to bring their cub back. To return Samahin.

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Andrei does not question her as she returns, a mewling cub wriggling in her jaws. Samahin stares at him, but the pink eyes Andrei remembers are gone, just the burning flames just like the undead lich's own.

He does not ask her what cost it took, and silently escorts Twisted Sister and Coma Baby back to the pride. Samahin was not dead - but nor was he truly alive anymore. But Twisted Sister was content, in some twisted way; she had gotten her cub back, so he may continue to be at her side and experience the world.

Even if he will remain a cub forever, in a state of endless limbo.