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A spirit of the forest approaches you and smiles, "Hello! Im the heir of this pride and I was assigned to help these beautiful ladies find a new home!"
Something with Little in lmao
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Staff - https://www.lioden.com/custom_decors.php?id=9016
Mane - https://www.lioden.com/custom_decors.php?id=7212
forum link-
https://www.lioden.com/topic.php?id=304429520626
forever studs
https://www.lioden.com/territory.php?id=429797
The jungle was quiet, the large trees stretching out into the night sky. Moonlight shown through the branches, casting a glow on the small figures gathered around a large kapok tree. Little Atticus, the beloved lion king who had watched over the lush rainforest for what seemed like an eternity, lay motionless on the soft, emerald grass. His once fluffy regal mane, now dulled with age, hung lifelessly around his shoulders. The moon's dull light set an air of melancholy that permeated the forest. It was as if nature itself was mourning the loss of it's great leader. The once playful purrs and roars that had filled filled the air for as long as anyone could remember had now given way to an unsettling silence, broken only by Atticus's heir as he began to cry.
Atticus looked at him, his eyes dull and not the vibrant lavender eyes now clouded from the lurking death,
"Oh Elowen" His voice was quiet and hoarse, "Oh Elowen dont cry. Look at your pride. They need you to be strong."
Elowen shook his head and buried his face into Atticus's mane "No! No they arent my pride. This is your pride. Dont leave me."
Atticus's gaze softened and he looked out at the pride who was huddled together with their heads hanging low and he exhaled slowly "I wont ever leave you. Just like Knem I'll be here. Watching over you."
Elowen closed his eyes tightly, "I dont know how to say goodbye."
Atticus smiled faintly and lays his head on Elowen, "This is how we say goodbye."
As the final beats of Little Atticus's heart faded into the stillness, It was as if Elowen's own heart had been severed from his chest, leaving a hollow ache behind.
He had always known that death was inevitable, but the reality of it, the finality, hit him like a physical blow. His father, who had been strong and vital just days before, now lay motionless on the cold, hard ground. The air seemed to grow heavier with each labored breath Elowen took, as if the very atmosphere were conspiring to make this moment more profound, more permanent.
He reached out and nuzzled his father's cheek, feeling the soft fur against his mouth. It was the same way it had felt when he was a child, and his father would tousle his hair affectionately. Now, the fur was cold and unyielding, and Elowen knew that nothing would ever be the same again. He wanted to scream, to rail against the unfairness of it all, but he found himself unable to make a sound. Then as if the jungle began to breathe once more, the grass started to grow around him and Elowen forced himself to stand, feeling the weight of his father's death pressing down on him. He took a shaky step back, and then another, until he was several feet away. The old lion's body began to change, metamorphosing into a massive Ipe tree with brilliant pink petals. The vibrant colors contrasted sharply against the verdant backdrop, serving as a testament to the king's enduring spirit. Elowen stared in awe at the spectacle before him, unable to comprehend the beauty and the bittersweetness of the moment. Tears streamed down his face as he gently touched the bark of the tree, feeling the grooves left by the lion's paws and the softness of his fur now transformed into the resilient yet pliable wood of the tree.
He now stands beside Knem, forever watching over his people.
The jungle was alive with the sounds of the night; a symphony of insects, frogs, and nocturnal creatures. The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the forest floor, making it seem as if the very trees themselves were stretching and yawning. It was in this serene yet mysterious setting that the pride of Little Atticus lay sleeping. The lush green vegetation, dense with foliage, provided ample cover for the lions as they slumbered, unaware of the heir's anxiety. The air was thick with the scent of flowers and damp earth, a testament to the richness of the environment that these creatures called home.
Elowen, the young lion who was destined to take his father's place, paced frantically back and forth near the Ipe tree. His green fur was matted with sweat, and his lavendar eyes were red-rimmed from the tears that streamed down his face. He let out a mournful growl, feeling utterly helpless in the face of his father's demise. It was as if a part of him had died along with the great lion king.
Pup-Tart, Atticus's sister, emerged from the shadows. Her fur was speckled with gray, a testament to her age and wisdom. She approached Elowen slowly, sensing his distress. "What troubles you, my child?" she asked gently, her voice raspy from disuse. Elowen turned to her, his eyes filled with anguish. "Father... he's gone," he sobbed. "I don't know how to lead the pride without him." Puptart's expression turned grave. "Your father was more than just a leader, Elowen. He was a symbol of hope, of courage, and of wisdom. Those qualities live on in you, even if you cannot see them now."
Elowen looked up at the old lioness, hope flickering in his eyes. "But what if I'm not strong enough?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Puptart's confetti eyes bored into his own. "You will be," she said firmly. "You must trust in yourself, and in your father's memory. He has left you with a great responsibility, but he has also left you with the strength to carry it." With that, she placed a comforting paw on Elowen's shoulder and guided him gently towards the great Ipe tree. "It is time," she said softly. "You must assume the throne and lead your people into the future."
Elowen hesitated for a moment, his heart racing with fear and determination. Finally, he summoned up the courage to take his first step towards the throne. As he did so, he felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins, a reminder that he was not alone. Little Atticus, in spirit, would always be with him. And so, with a shaky breath and a steady gaze, Elowen ascended the throne and became the new king of the jungle.
The pride of Little Atticus gathered around him, their eyes filled with despair and loss. The younger lions looked to him for guidance, while the elders lowered their heads in mourning. He took a moment to compose himself, then addressed his people. "My friends and family," he began, his voice steady despite his nerves. "The forest is changing. We all know this."
As Elowen spoke, Mordecai stood beside him, her eyes searching the pride, threatening anyone to interupt. He knew that the young king had what it took to lead the pride to a bright future. And so, with a nod of encouragement, He stepped back, allowing Elowen to take center stage. The new king of the jungle, bathed in the light of the moon, raised his head high, "I've come to the decision it is becoming too dangerous to stay here. And we must leave."
Angry murmurs and complaints spiraled from the crowd, they began to yell and snarl, a dark elder stepping forward
"We have faced a great loss, but we must not let it break us. We must honor the memory of our beloved leader, Little Atticus, by continuing his legacy of courage, hope, and wisdom. Together, we will face whatever challenges come our way, and we will emerge stronger than ever before! We will not leave our forest! Our home!"
The elder roared and the other lions began to turn against Elowen for disrespecting the forest. They all started snarling and growling then Mordecai stepped forward, his fur bristling with rage.
"Shut up!" The crowd quietened and he snarled "You naive fools! Have you forgotten who your king is?!"
The crowd stayed silent as Mordecai's ears pinned back "You stay here and you'll die!"
Elowen looked opun his people, each terrified and confused. He met their scared gazes and nodded "Yes we have stayed here our whole life. But our ancestors, Knem, Atticus.. They didnt dedicate their lives to the forest. They dedicated their lives to protecting us. If we stay here and die- they would have died for no reason. We have to leave. But I will not force you. If you wish to stay you can."
Elowen lifted his head to the sky, closing his eyes as he felt tears running down his cheek. He winced at the pain of what he was saying, but it was what he had to do. He stepped forward, letting out a mighty roar that echoed through the forest. It was a roar of determination, of courage, and of hope. It was a roar that proclaimed to all who heard it that a new era had begun.
As the echoes of his roar faded away, Elowen turned to face the rest of the pride. The animals around him began to respond, their own roars and purrs filling the air in a thunderous chorus. It was a sound of unity, of strength, and of unwavering loyalty. And as the last notes of their song faded into the night, Elowen knew that he was not alone. He was surrounded by a family who loved and supported him, and who would follow him into whatever dangers lay ahead. Together, they would face the future, honoring the memory of Little Atticus and carrying on the legacy that he had left behind.
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