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꧁ঔৣ☬✞ Raava✞☬ঔৣ꧂ gave everyone a gentle smile in response to his success. You just want to hug him now. +4% training experience!
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.
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