Neptune, The Guardian's Den

about me

please read: Most likely won't be active until Janurary or Feburary :)
20
she/her
2 hrs ahead of Lioden Time
has too many hobbies
:)

goals

-breed first gen hybrid ( )
-breed a double uterus ( )
-breed a lethal ( )
-create an rlc from scratch ( )
-breed a ferus ( )
-breed a felis ( )
-breed a smilus ( )
-own an rlc ( )

pride lore (by #345342)

The rainforest rustled with the whispers of a million leaves, their secrets carried by the zephyr that danced through the emerald canopy. Above, the sky was a canvas of ever-changing hues, the clouds playing a soft game of hide and seek with the sun's warm fingers. The dense foliage below teemed with life, a vibrant mosaic of greens and splashes of color that spoke of a hidden world where the usual laws of nature had been gently bent.

In the heart of this Eden-like sanctuary, the pride of Maneater Neptune, The Guardian, held sway. Their fur, a verdant shade that mirrored the lush surroundings, made them almost invisible as they prowled the forest floor. The lionesses, with their coats as green as the grass, moved with a grace that seemed to stem from an ancient pact with the very earth they walked upon. Their eyes, golden pools of wisdom, scanned the horizon, vigilant yet serene. Among them, a few had fur as pink as roses, a rare and stunning trait that painted them as living embodiments of the beauty that flourished in this realm. These lionesses were not just warriors and mothers; they were the pride's jewels, revered for their fierce protection and gentle care.

The pride was a well-oiled machine, each member playing a vital role in the grand tapestry of their daily existence. The cubs, with their eyes wide with wonder, stumbled after their elders, eager to learn the ways of the forest. Their laughter, a sweet symphony of innocence, echoed through the trees, a testament to the joy that permeated the pride. The warriors, their muscles rippling with power, stood sentinel at the outskirts, their eyes ever-watchful for any signs of danger that might threaten their kin. Their roars, when they sounded, were like thunderclaps that shook the very core of the earth, a declaration that this was their land, and they would not yield it without a fight.

The lionesses with fur as pink as roses moved among the others with an air of dignity that was both humble and fierce. Their paws, though delicate in appearance, were as hard as the volcanic stones that lined the path to their den. They were the guardians of the pride's future, the ones who taught the young the value of unity and the fierce love that bound them all together. When they stepped forward, even the most boisterous cubs fell silent, sensing the depth of their wisdom and the strength of their spirits.

The pride's warriors, their green fur a stark contrast to the pink of the mothers, were the embodiment of Neptune's own valor. Their eyes, sharp as the leaves of the saber-toothed plants that lined the rainforest's edge, searched the shadows for any hint of trouble. Their tails, adorned with feathers from the most vibrant birds of the forest, fluttered like the banners of an unconquerable army. They trained tirelessly, their muscles honed to perfection, ready to leap into action at a moment's notice. Yet, even in their fiercest moments, there was a gentleness in their gaze that spoke of the love they had for their home and their king.

The cubs, a mix of greens and pinks, rolled in the soft moss that carpeted the forest floor, learning the art of the pounce from their playful elders. Their laughter was infectious, bringing smiles to the faces of even the most stoic of the pride. Their games of tag and hide-and-seek were lessons in strategy and stealth, preparing them for the roles they would one day inherit. Each cub, regardless of fur color, knew they were a part of something greater, a legacy that stretched back to the very dawn of their species.

The air was thick with the scent of life, a heady mix of blooming flowers and the musk of the great beasts that called the rainforest home. Birds sang their symphonies from the treetops, their vibrant feathers a stark contrast to the emerald sea of leaves. The pride's territory stretched for miles, a sanctuary where the only sound was the soothing lullaby of the ocean, its rhythmic heartbeat a constant reminder of the world beyond their forest.