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⊹₊ ㆍ☪︎ㆍNocheㆍ☪︎ㆍ₊⊹
⊹ ˚ . Witch King ｡ﾟ⋆
⋆He/Him⋆
☉ blood ☾ moon ↑ rising
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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Backstory☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
On the eve of the bloodmoon, the sky turned a shade of crimson that bled into the horizon like a wound. The air was thick with anticipation, as if the world held its breath, waiting for the prophecy to unfold. It was said that on such nights, when the bloodmoon rose high in the heavens, a being of great power would be born, destined to shape the fate of the realm. And so, as the first scarlet tendril of the bloodmoon peeked over the horizon, a lioness gave birth to a lion cub. The fur of the cub was stained with blood, as if it had been born from the heart of the moon itself, and his bright white eyes seemed to glow with an otherworldly light.
The courtiers and nobles of the kingdom gathered around the birthing site, whispering amongst themselves about the portents and omens that this birth heralded. They knew that this cub, the bloodmoon prince, would one day sit upon the throne, his reign marked by both wonder and terror. As the newborn prince let out his first tentative roar, the air seemed to shudder with power, and the very earth trembled beneath their feet.
The lioness, exhausted but fiercely protective, nuzzled her newborn cub, her rough tongue cleansing him of the blood that coated his fur. She gazed up at the bloodmoon with a mix of awe and dread, understanding that the fate of not only her cub, but of the entire kingdom, was now inextricably tied to the crimson moon hanging overhead.
As the courtiers and nobles watched, the bloodmoon prince began to shift and twitch, his tiny paws moving as if he were trying to stand. With a powerful roar, he pushed himself up onto unsteady legs, swaying for a moment before finding his balance. The air around him seemed to shimmer with unseen energy, as if he were a beacon drawing the blood in all creatures great and small.
The lioness, sensing her cub's newfound power, stepped back, giving him room to explore. The bloodmoon prince took his first tentative steps toward the crowd, his bright white eyes fixed on the faces of the courtiers and nobles. They could feel the weight of his gaze, could sense the unspoken command he was giving them, as if he were already testing his control over the blood, while his little brother was also given birth. Which was not normal. The prince should have killed the baby in the womb. Thats why his fur is soaked. Murmurs began to spread as the small green cub weakly lifted its head towards its mother for warmth.
Meanwhile, the bloodmoon prince stumbled, catching himself on the massive paw of his sire, the king. The great lion turned his head, his mane flowing in the wind, and let out a deep, rumbling growl. The cub looked up at his father, his white eyes shining with curiosity and respect. The king lowered his massive head, nudging the cub gently, welcoming him into his domain.
But they heard a shrill cry from the borders. An alert to the kingdom. As the blood moon reached its zenith, a war broke out. Enemy prides swooped in from all sides, their numbers overwhelming the once-mighty pride. The air was filled with the deafening roars of battle as the lions fought valiantly to protect their young. The queen, Hellraiser, snatched the two newborns and raced off into the night to hide. Noche, the king, charged into the fray, his lithe frame moving effortlessly through the snow. He tore through the enemy lines, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.
But even a king could not withstand the sheer numbers of his enemies. He was struck down, his body sent tumbling through the snow. As he lay there, gasping for breath, he looked around in horror to see the carnage that had been wrought upon his once-proud pride. Hellraiser lay beside him, her beautiful fur stained with blood and snow, he couldnt hear her heart. He roared in fury and tried to stand, but the pain was too great. He saw his two newborns, their tiny forms barely visible in the snow-covered clearing. With his last ounce of strength, he grabbed them both and fled deeper into the snowy forest, seeking refuge from the relentless onslaught of his enemies.
Deep in the forest he finds an abandoned human cabin . He drags himself and the babies inside, trying to keep warm by the dying fireplace. His wounds are too severe, and he knows he doesn't have much time left. Tenderly, he places one of the newborns on the floor near the fire, hoping it will keep warm. The other cub he holds close to his chest, wanting to feel its heartbeat one last time before he dies.
As he feels the life slipping from him he hears the door creak open. He snarls, trying to move but couldnt. Blurs surround him and he growls as he feels the newborns being pulled away. then it all goes black.
He wakes up in a small cave, his newborns asleep beside him. Hes in a different pride now.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Pride Interactions☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
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You watch ꧁ঔৣ☬✞ Noche ✞☬ঔৣ꧂ run and jump with other pride members. His fur shines as he dives into a tackle and comes up rolling. Man, you wish you could move like that.
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