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CuHAsO, also known as Scheels Green, a toxic green paint that had been slathered all over the walls of Victorian homes.
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Name: Cuhaso
Gender: male
Pronouns: he/him
Lover: Nepenthes
Close cubs: n/a
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A cub, born to king Atreyu. One of his many scattered piebald cubs, all of which he held dear to his heart. Her fur nearly matched his, a great titanium silver, with blue pieces here and there, and her eyes a pretty blue, just like Atreyu. Naive and content, she grew to be an earnest adolescent, and an even more prosperous huntress. Overtime, her skill with quick and precise kills during hunting captured the attention of her father, who praised her greatly for such skill. She became the unspoken leader of their hunting patrols, success coming back in hooves and feathers each time she and her fellow huntresses returned.
Until one time, it just didn’t happen that way.
Cuhaso, upon the start of a hunt, had strayed off from her lionesses to investigate a bubbling she heard near a lake in the territory. It had begun to rain, sure, but the drops against her pelt felt odd. Almost burning, a stinging itch she didn’t bother to scratch. It was just rain, after all. A rain that brought a menacing hue to the skies, one’s of greens and yellows that didn’t look normal, but odd things often happen in these plains. Not much she could do to stop it.
Parting through the brush, she discovered the cause of the mucky, irritating sound. The lake was no longer still. Its clear waters tinged a sickly green, bubbling with anger as she approached curiously, ears pricked forward. What was this goop? This couldn’t be healthy. She inhaled, the lake didn’t smell normal either, in fact the stench burned her lungs with a vile sulphuric, nearly arsenic smell. Cuhaso gagged and coughed, recoiling and bringing a paw to her nose in disgust.
Then, one of the toxic bubbles popped, sending a splash of the green water onto her paw. She instantly staggered and roared, the pain feeling like whitehot fire piercing through her skin. She shook her paw violently, backing away from the boiling river with newfound terror, but the pain didn’t cease. The water turned her paw green, the tendrils of the noxious toxin creeping their way up her arm, through her blood. She dropped to the grass, roaring for help to come, but they couldn’t find her fast enough. She writhe in pain as her pelt, her skin, even her eyes, all corroded to a vivid, dangerous green. All but her piebald white, and a spotty set of dark formations appearing upon her new pelt, burned furiously with the toxin. It just wouldn’t stop. She would die here, a painful lonely death.
Suddenly, an ominous chuckle rang from behind, and the lioness could barely muster the strength to look.
A massive creature, no, a lion? What the hell is that.
“I see you have had the misfortune of Scheels.” It tssked, a deep, dark tone that made the lioness shudder beneath her pain.
“Please, just kill me. I want the feeling to stop! I feel like I’m burning alive!” Cuhaso roared out to the lion, and the male just grinned. His teeth were long and sharp, longer than any mutated lion Cuhaso had seen in her lifetime. This wasn’t a Ferus, or a Felis.
He was a Smilus.
A piebald Smilus.
Battered, bruised, and scarred, the male seemed to move effortlessly, as if he wasn’t there at all. As if the grim reaper had come to take her away himself.
“What is your name, young lioness?” The Smilus purred, sizing up his next soul.
“Cuhaso, from the pride of Atreyu. He’s my f-father, and he rules this territory- now who-“ The lioness paused to cry out as another round of pain pierced through her, causing her to stop and weep at the lions ghostly paws.
“Atreyu’s Daughter.” The Smilus uttered, sounding both pleased and PISSED. “I can take the pain away and spare your life, so long as you do something for me in return.” He purred again, brushing a massive paw over the lioness’ ear, the pain ceasing at his touch.
“Anything! Please, just help me!” Cuhaso snarled, and the lion growled, his claws flexing over the green lioness’ cheek as he moved down to tip her chin up toward his rotten gaze.
“You’re going to finish what I started.”
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