●P𝚘𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 P𝚒𝚗𝚎 ●




baby cub name- Song of the Meadows



male eldalir; Cyning of Hǣlo and Lār (the King of Health and Nurturing)

Meaning: The protector of the group's health and well-being, the caretaker of younglings, and the preserver of lore and traditions.


In the depths of the ancient forest, where the whispering pines stood tall and proud, there dwelled a creature known as Poem of the Pine. He was an Eldalir, a majestic being with a chocolate brown fur coat that rippled with strength and resilience. Yet, despite his impressive stature, Poem was often overlooked by the females of his kind.

His fur, a rich hue reminiscent of the earth itself, was seen as unremarkable in a world where vibrant colors and patterns captured the attention of potential mates. But it was his antlers that truly set him apart. Towering above his head, they spread wide like the branches of the tallest trees, a symbol of his strength and wisdom.

Poem's eyes, a dull brown that mirrored the hue of the forest floor, held a quiet wisdom born of years spent wandering the woods. His mane, unlike the wild and unkempt tresses of his kin, was carefully groomed and braided, each strand a testament to his meticulous nature.

Despite his outward appearance, Poem possessed a gentle spirit and a kind heart. He spent his days wandering the forest, his steps as light as the falling leaves, his antlers brushing against the branches as he moved with grace and purpose.

Though he longed for companionship, Poem found solace in the quiet solitude of the woods. He would spend hours beneath the canopy of trees, his senses attuned to the gentle melodies of the forest, finding inspiration in the whispered secrets of the pines.

To those who took the time to truly see him, Poem was a rare and precious treasure, a beacon of strength and resilience in a world filled with fleeting beauty. And as he wandered the forest, his heart filled with the poetry of the pines, he knew that his true worth lay not in the eyes of others, but in the quiet strength of his own spirit.
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In the heart of the ancient forest, where the whispers of leaves mingled with the gentle murmurs of brooks, there stood a wise Eldalir named Poem of the Pine, affectionately known as Poem. Among the Eldalirs, he was revered as one of the three kings, entrusted with the nurturing care of the group. His domain encompassed the health and well-being of his kin, ensuring there were ample broods to watch over the younglings, healers equipped with the remedies of the forest, and offering guidance steeped in wisdom.

It was a quiet afternoon when you stumbled upon Poem, surrounded by a circle of young Eldalirs with wide eyes and eager ears. His voice, rich and melodious like the wind through the pines, wove tales of old in the rhythmic cadence of Old English. The younglings nestled close, their fur ruffled by the soft breeze that carried his words.

"Come closer, little ones," Poem beckoned with a gentle smile, his eyes twinkling with warmth beneath the canopy of ancient trees. "Let me tell you a tale of courage and wisdom, passed down through generations of our kind."

As you settled beside him, Poem began his tale, his voice carrying the weight of ages past:

"In the days of yore, when the forest echoed with the songs of birds and the dance of sunlight through the leaves, there lived a brave Eldalir named Thalos. He was known for his keen senses and swift feet, a hunter unmatched in the art of pursuit."

The young Eldalirs leaned in closer, their ears twitching in anticipation as Poem painted vivid images with his words.

"One fateful day, Thalos found himself deep within the heart of our beloved forest, where shadows played and secrets whispered among the trees. It was a time of great peril, for wolves prowled the borders of our territory, their hunger matched only by their cunning."

Poem's voice lowered, imbued with the gravity of the tale as he described the tension that hung in the air.

"As Thalos ventured cautiously through the underbrush, he crossed paths with a humble rabbit and a playful jackalope. These small creatures, quick of foot and sharp of senses, sensed the danger that lurked in the shadows."

The younglings listened intently, their imaginations ignited by the bravery of Thalos and the cleverness of the small rodents.

"Instead of seeing them as mere prey, Thalos learned to respect their instincts and understand their ways. He forged an alliance with the rabbits and jackalopes, who guided him through the labyrinth of the forest with their knowledge of hidden trails and safe havens."

Poem's eyes sparkled with a storyteller's joy, his voice rising and falling like the gentle rhythms of the forest.

"From that day onward, Thalos and his descendants upheld a pact of mutual aid and respect with the rabbits and jackalopes. They became allies in the dance of life, teaching us that strength lies not only in speed and cunning, but also in wisdom and cooperation."

As the tale drew to a close, Poem looked around at the younglings with a soft smile, their eyes alight with newfound understanding.

"And so, my young ones," Poem concluded, "remember the lessons of Thalos and his companions. Respect all creatures of the forest, for each has its role and wisdom to share."

With a collective murmur of gratitude, the young Eldalirs bid Poem farewell, their hearts and minds enriched by the ancient tale. And as you rose to leave, the wisdom of Poem's stories lingered like a comforting embrace, reminding you of the enduring bond between Eldalirs and the natural world they called home.


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The Eldalirs moved with an otherworldly grace, their forms a curious blend of deer-like bodies adorned with lion's manes, bird-like front claws, and hooves for hind paws. Males sported vibrant feathers that shimmered in the sunlight, while females bore more subdued fur that blended seamlessly with their forest surroundings.

As they entered BigFloof's territory, the Eldalirs approached cautiously, one of their three kings Poem of the Pines stepping forward with a regal air. BigFloof, a massive lion with a dazzling coat of bright blues and fiery orange spots, greeted them with a rumbling growl tempered by curiosity. His mane, a fluffy cascade of gray and muted blues, billowed in the breeze as he regarded the newcomers.

Poem of the Pines inclined his antlered head respectfully. "Greetings, BigFloof," he began, his voice carrying a melodious tone. "We come seeking your aid in a matter of utmost importance to our pride."

Poem of the Pines gestured towards the Eldalirs behind him. "Tradition dictates that our pride must be led by three kings and we desperately need an apprentice for the third," he explained. "The clouds have guided us to your territory, where we have found a cub destined to join our ranks."

At his signal, two Eldalirs gently nudged forward a pair of cubs nestled together. One was a small, vibrant creature with a fur coat resembling the hues of daybreak itself—Glow of Daybreak. Beside him, nestled closely, was Night, her own fur a quiet echo of the shadows and stars.

"Here stands Glow of Daybreak," Poem continued, his voice filled with earnestness. "He is destined for greatness among us. And we have learned that he shares a deep bond with his step-sister Night. We humbly request to take them both into our care, for their bond is a testament to their strength."

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Night's Gentle Whisper, also known as Night, is a calm and caring member of the Eldalir pride. Her fur pattern, which resembles the soft colors of a starling's feathers, is decorated with delicate specks that look like stars in the night sky.

Night is known for being quiet and motherly. She unexpectedly became a mother figure after the young lions in the pride made her a garland of dark green flowers to remember her lost cub. This heartfelt gesture touched her deeply and led her to take care of and guide the young ones with love and wisdom.

Night was inspired by her mentor, Poem of the Pines, to develop a passion for storytelling. She sought out Poem's advice and asked him to teach her how to be a good mother figure. Poem's kind guidance and dedication to the young ones motivated Night to become an important part of the pride's caring community.

One of Night's favorite things to do is tell bedtime stories to the young eldalirs in the pride. She also comforts them when they're scared or have nightmares. At night, she watches over them to make sure they sleep peacefully under the stars. Her gentle presence and soothing stories make the pride feel safe and loved.

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Glow of Daybreak (or Song of the Sunrise- still deciding) , affectionately known as Day (Or Song), stands in stark contrast to his serene step-sister, Night. His fur coat is a vibrant tapestry of red stripes, pink hues, white patches, and dark maroon spots, creating a striking and colorful appearance reminiscent of the break of dawn. A faint mane fluff adorns his head, and two slender antlers protrude gracefully from his crown. His rump and tail are adorned with elegant white feathers, adding to his flamboyant appearance.

Day exudes confidence and charm, often gaining immediate attention from the ladies with his striking looks. However, his attempts at flirting are awkward and clumsy, causing potential suitors to lose interest almost as quickly as they were captivated. Despite his initial allure, his ineptitude in romantic endeavors has earned him a reputation for being charming yet ultimately disappointing.

Destined to be a future king among the Eldalir, Day outwardly portrays a facade of cockiness and readiness for leadership. Secretly, however, he harbors deep insecurities and fears about the responsibilities that await him. The prospect of becoming one of the three kings both excites and terrifies him, a conflict he keeps hidden behind his confident demeanor.

Despite his flaws and inner turmoil, Day possesses a certain magnetic charisma that draws others to him. Whether he will mature into a capable and respected leader or succumb to his insecurities remains to be seen, adding an intriguing layer to his character within the Eldalir pride