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"Deimos" or " "daɪmɒs- God of fear, panic, and terror (before a battle)
Bought with 542 Stats, two rosette marks only (slots 1 and 2) at 1 year and 1 month old
Changed Base to Harbinger
3,5,6 slots REMOVE/REPLACE
Lore:
Before Kinged:
One morning, Beira wanders from the cave, leaving her pride mates still sleeping. She strides over to the riverbank that separates hers and a neighboring pride. She dips her head down, lapping at the clear water which holds a reflection of the dawn. Her ears perk up, noticing some lion is nearby. Their scent drifts across the river. Beira slowly lifts her head from the water in time to catch a dark lion approach. Some small flashes of orange catch her eyes, the lions only noticeable markings. "And you are?..." The lion dips his head down and laps at the water on the other side of the bank. He lifts his head after a moment, his eyes staring into Beira's. "I'm..." his voice is harsh, "I'm your replacement." He growls as he charges into the water and up the bank.
It was a valiant effort...On his part. Beira walked away, her tail flicking tauntingly, as he struggled to get back on his paws. His head lowered in humiliation and defeat; he turns to leave. "Where do you think you're going cub?" Beira nods her head in the direction of the pride, "you have much to improve.
Day of becoming King:
After searching for hours Beira finally realizes where Deimos could have gone. Back to the river where they first met. She spots him, standing on top of a rock peering into the water.
"I've been looking for you, you know." He grunts an answer out, but his eyes never leave the water. Ripples appear as fish surface in attempt to catch the flies flying above. "I've decided it's time for me to retire. Bad back now adays." She pads her way closer, pausing with her front left paw above the start of the rock as she hears a low growl erupt from him. "You've always had a temper. I can still kick your ass."
"You sure about that?" His eyes flick over to Bieras, another low trembling growl erupts from his throat. Beira removes her paw, taking another step back. She's not sure, unlike other promising cubs she wasn't there to watch his training, watch him grow up, watch his attitude improve. She only noticed his hyperactive personality, his eagerness to patrol with Acis despite their hatred of one another. She never asked how any of those went, never asked how the huntresses felt of the cub. She never asked.
It was over in a second. His teeth latched around Beira's throat. He didn't bite down too harshly, she was still alive, but she lied still underneath him. Her body trembling slightly as her eyes watch his face. It's clear he's won. To her, to him, and to the pride. She sees his eyes flicker up the riverbank's slope, where the pride has now gathered in silence. In fear. Fear of his next move. "You've won, finish the job."
He releases her throat, staying above her though. "I win. I am King. I know you hate me, that's fine. I prefer the old ways as you all can see. I'm viscous, but..." He looks down at Beira, "I'm not a monster. You'll die of old age Grandma, soon. I'll let Death claim you alone. This is me showing my gratitude, but I won't show it again."
Early Years as King:
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