with mane
stats ;;
19/01/16 - 245 - born
21/01/16 - 245 + 1
22/01/16 - 146 + 1
05/02/16 - 147 + 2 - kinged
interactions ;;
22/01/16, Castor was struggling to drag a mongoose carcass over to where you lay. You watched them in amusement before walking over to accept their gift.
history ;;
The great King of the Jungle Aito, the only of his name, had trouble fathering cubs, despite many attempts he only successfully fathered a single daughter over his lifetime. As such, he allowed his beloved lionesses to search for the sires of their cubs elsewhere. Castor's father was Laiseu, the third of his name whom his mother took a great interest in because of his thick mane, dark pelt and white toes.
However, before his mother had mated with her chosen lion she had eaten meat she found left in a poachers trap that smelt fine, unaware it was lion meat she had consumed. Upon their birth, Aito took them to the great, all-seeing falcon as he did with all his cubs. There the falcon confirmed their fears, the act of cannibalism had affected the little cub but the results had yet to be seen.
He was a fine cub, all rough and tumble with his many siblings. As he came into his adolescence, the mutation from the lion meat could be seen. Where his mane should have large and heavy like his sires, there was nothing, smooth like a lioness. Outside his pride it earned him teasing; ugly, offensive words thrown his way only stopped when his brother Fenris got between him and any outsider ballsy enough to speak to him in such a manner.
The death of his father hit Castor hard, barely out of adolescence he had loved the king who had treated every cub as if they were his own blood. Wishing to follow in Aito's footsteps, Castor set out to become another legendary King of the Jungle. His first days were taunt with tension between his beloved brother, Fenris, a cub who had been abandoned on their territory while Aito bartered for cubs to introduce some new blood. The cub who had defended him from the words that could have broken his spirit and accompanied him on many adventures.
Fenris was the the opposite of everything Cas longed to be. Though his brother was angry that he had not been named heir - he was unable to harm his brother, one of the few who had ever wormed their way into his dark heart. Fenris chose to turn his back on the pride he called home, eventually stumbled across a pride with a weak king who he killed and overthrew. Though loathing his brother's beyond questionable decisions, Castor still had many interactions with his brothers pride; exchanging food, lionesses and much more.
It was the season of love in which Castor took leadership - and he stumbled across a wounded male in the rainforest, not much younger than himself. Intrigued by how the horrendously skinny male had survived thus far, and unwilling to let him give up now, he forced him to his paws and lead him to his pride. The young male took to hovering around the lionesses caring for him, bringing him food he found himself while out exploring. His newfound pride member, Kronos, slowly put up weight and seemed deeply amused by how easily flustered Cas became around him.
It wasn't long before Kronos was named the king's mate, the two often found swamped in Castor's many cubs.
other ;;
Named after one of the Gemini twins.
my first bred mutation, born with the help of a lion meat <3 (and typically the one AMP i didn't want)
was born with a dun pelt, white tie toe and vitiligo three marks but i can't remember what his eyes were originally.
(i really had every intention of recreating the submissive male decor but currently lack the funds and can't find a cub with the right pelt colour plus black ear backs in the right slot so ssssh. maybe some day.)
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