TᗩEᖇᑌIK's Den

⋆ ☁︎ ⋆Lore⋆ ☽ ⋆

In the heart of a dense, dry, and foggy wasteland, where the sun struggled to pierce through the thick veil of mist, a lion cub named Taeruik was born. His fur, the color of burnt coal dusted with icy wind, stood amongst the bleak landscape, a testament to the harsh environment he was born into.

From the moment Taeruik first opened his eyes, hunger plagued him. The wasteland offered little sustenance, and desperation hung heavy in the air. His mother, a lioness of quiet strength, fought tirelessly to feed her cub, but resources were scarce, and hunger loomed over them like a shadow.

Taeruik grew weaker with each passing day, but within him burned a fierce determination to survive. With a hunger that bordered on desperation, he ventured out into the fog-shrouded landscape, his senses sharp as he searched for prey.

Despite the odds stacked against him, Taeruik prowled through the desolate wasteland, his muscles coiled with the anticipation of the hunt. And when he finally cornered his quarry, his hunger transformed into a ferocity, his instincts guiding him as he made his first kill.


As Taeruik aged, survival in the harsh wasteland became even more challenging. The landscape stretched endlessly, with jagged cliffs and rocky outcrops dotting the barren earth. Thick fog rolled in, obscuring visibility and creating an eerie atmosphere.

the ground beneath Taeruik's paws was cracked and dry, with swirling dust devils permanently clawing at his skin. Despite his best efforts, the prey that once roamed the wasteland had grown sparse, driven away by the scarcity of water and the harsh conditions that prevailed. Taeruik's hunts became increasingly difficult, each successful kill a hard won victory against the odds.

But even as Taeruik struggled to find enough food to sustain himself and his mother, he refused to give in to despair. His determination burned brighter than ever, a fierce flame that drove him forward in the face of adversity. He ranged far and wide across the wasteland, scanning the horizon for any sign of prey.



In his quest for sustenance, Taeruik ventured into the deepest corners of the wasteland, where the fog was thickest and the land most unforgiving. He navigated treacherous terrain, scaling sheer cliffs and traversing narrow ravines in search of elusive prey.

But for all his efforts, the hunger that gnawed at Taeruik's belly remained a constant companion, a reminder of the harsh reality of life in the wasteland. And as the years passed and Taeruik grew older, he questioned if the struggle for survival would ever truly end.



One day, as he prowled through the fog shrouded landscape, his hunger gnawing at him with relentless intensity, he caught an odd sight, a small, frail black rabbit darting desperately between the rocks.

Instinct took over, and Taeruik crouched low, preparing to pounce on the hapless creature. But before he could make his move, a sudden swoop of a claw, swift and precise, descended from the dark and struck the rabbit, ending its struggle in an instant.

Startled, Taeruik looked up to see a figure emerging from the mist, a Shrouded being cloaked in darkness, with piercing eyes that seemed to gleam with an otherworldly light. The harbinger. A mysterious entity that traversed the wasteland like a shadow, appearing when least expected and vanishing just as swiftly.

Intrigued by the unexpected intervention, Taeruik approached the harbinger cautiously, his senses alert. There was something about this creature that seemed to defy the laws of the wasteland, something otherworldly and unknowable.

As Taeruik stood before the harbinger, he felt a sense of awe and reverence wash over him. There was something undeniably powerful about this enigmatic being, something that stirred deep within him.
Without a word, the harbinger extended a shadowy claw towards Taeruik, its piercing gaze fixed upon him with unnerving intensity. And then, with a gesture both swift and deliberate, it bestowed upon him a blessing, a gift that would ensure he and any lion in his presence would never starve again.

Taeruik felt a surge of relief flood through him at the promise of an end to the constant hunger that had plagued him for so long. Here, at last, was a solution to the relentless struggle for survival in the desolate wasteland, a chance to thrive in a world where sustenance was scarce and every day was a battle against starvation.

But as the harbinger's claw brushed against his fur, Taeruik couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. There was something unsettling about the bargain he had struck with this mysterious being, something that whispered of hidden dangers lurking beneath the surface. Unbeknownst to Taeruik, the blessing bestowed upon him by the harbinger came with a dark and twisted price. For in exchange for the promise of eternal sustenance, the harbinger demanded a sacrifice, one that would come at a cost far greater than Taeruik could ever have imagined. As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Taeruik revealed in the newfound abundance that the harbinger's blessing brought him. No longer did he and his mother have to endure the pangs of hunger that had once tormented them day and night. They feasted upon the spoils of the wasteland, their bellies full and their spirits buoyed by the promise of a brighter future.
But beneath the surface, a darkness began to stir, a force that twisted the very essence of the blessing bestowed upon them by the harbinger. Slowly but surely, Taeruik began to realize the true nature of the bargain; he had struck a shadow disguised as a blessing, a trap from which there could be no escape. For with each passing day, the hunger that had once driven him was replaced by an insatiable craving, a hunger that could never be satisfied, no matter how much he ate. And as he watched his mother grow weaker and more frail with each passing day, Taeruik knew that he had been deceived, that the harbinger's gift was not a blessing, but a curse that would consume them both in the end.