breen 
fae/faer 
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breen is a private stud as of now. i'm happy to provide any traits that you might need, however!
no one can exactly say from whence breen came or how long ago. faer mortality is debatable and the exact scope of faer powers not understood. in reality, breen was born an averagely mortal cub in an averagely mortal pride far from the veldt in which they currently reign. fae wasn’t all that average in most other ways, however—fae proved precocious and wildly eccentric, frustrating and alarming to faer traditional pride to no end. breen “bounced” shortly after the next round of cubs was born into the pride, never growing particularly close to anyone in faer birth family.
breen owes faer semi-immortality and magic ability to faer relationship with demons. fae communicated with demons from a young age, quickly learning with whom to associate and with whom to swiftly close the connection. in return, breen primarily offers the demons companionship, skulls, and other such harmless trinkets. the demons’ favorites tend to be shiny stones.
the unusual lion can be peculiar, blithe, and devil-may-care to an exasperating degree, but most of faer ragtag group understand that fae means no harm. faer heart is glittering gold, but fae isn’t particularly suited to relationships with mortals. some of faer hijinks include accidentally turning faerself into a cub, causing a tree to grow tentacles instead of branches, and draining all of the pattern and color from faer fur—one of which resulted in catastrophe.
first, though, breen met philia. the haggard teen lion collapsed outside faer territory, scarcely alive and devoid of bounding spirit. breen embraced the cursed creature, for despite all faer airheadedness, fae easily recognized a heart in need of healing. even if fae couldn’t provide that, faer followers would. oddly, though, philia had carved a spot in breen’s psyche, and fae crafted and presented him with a crystal—though fae could not heal his physical ailments, maybe fae could help lift the shroud over his spirit. over the span of the year he spent in faer pride, fae watched his glow return with pride.
breen wondered when the young lion vanished, but fae didn’t bother to dwell on it—after all, everyone is free to their own movement. fae continued faer “project” of recollecting the colors and patterns that once dappled faer fur. in the process, fae produced a rupture of magic so immense that a rift opened between the worlds, allowing an unsightly creature to slither into faer pride—and assume faer identity while the true breen was locked away.
at that time, philia made his way back to the pride. faer flock of followers were uncertain, but most concerned were breen’s demon companions, who manufactured odd methods in trying to communicate the urgency of the situation with philia. philia came to the realization on his own though, struck with the horror and fury that breen, though untroubled, would never be so insolent and lackadaisical—and hopefully would never forget his existence.
the creature cackled at his revelation, hissing in his ear that it was already too late. with the help of faer followers, philia followed the ritual to initate contact with faer demon companions. with their assistance enhancing his magical prowess, philia was able to travel into a pink-skied hellscape to retrieve his friend’s wandering spirit.
breen didn’t survive the ordeal entirely intact. whether it was the creature wearing faer skin, faer being stripped from faer body, or the reunification of weathered spirit and corrupted flesh, fae returned marred with creeping inky patches that at times sear faer insides. though breen tries to pass the situation off as only a silly escapade, fae trembles in faer nest, shaken and off-rhythm, and fae doesn’t particularly fool anyone who knows fae even a little. for now, breen is seeking rest and healing, frankly satiated of adventure for a long time.
