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Lore
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An old lioness sets upon her stone, head laid low as she watches the stream roll off the small cliffs. The cubs play at its base, splashing and rolling in the cool water. Her eyes watched them closely before finally she spoke.

“Young, do not waist the water, for it is the lifeblood of the mother. One day it may not flow.”

This intrigued the cubs, so they scampered up onto the large rock with the elder. The youngest asked quietly as she pulled forward.

“Tell us, will the water stop coming?”

“No one knows, but once, before you were born there was no rain, and little water. Back when we used to work in large groups to please a king.” The elder replied to the cub.

Those small ears perked, setting on edge they began to chime in.

“How long ago?” Asked the male cub, setting between his two sisters

“We used to run in large groups?” Asked the oldest, almost at the same time as her brothers question

“Tell us the story Grandmother?” Beckoned the youngest with eager eyes. She leaned into her fore’s, hoping the elder would reply.

The old lioness surveyed the cubs, than the river. She let them beg and plead before finally giving in. “Fine, after all, we should all learn the dangers of the Mother when angered.”

She curled her fore legs around the cubs, licking over their head before she started her story. Her sad eyes looking off across the savannah.

“Mother earth, she is a big part of who we are. She provided, and asks little. From the beginning of her time many have walked her dirt, swam her waters, and slept in her caves. The humans, they broke away from her, stole her dirt, spoiled her waters, and made their own caves. They took what they please. Killing and leaving the meat, and even keeping the creatures of this world as pets.
When I was your age, The Mother was loving. She gave us shade, food, water, and lush lands to roam. Back then, the females bowed to a king. A strong, powerful male, who held us under a harsh paw. He gave us families, but we served his desires. Many Kings were blessed by The Mother. Many more punished. Under them, we were safe, but not free.

As the humans pressed forward, the days grew hotter. When rain came, there was always less. Some watering holes not seeing rain at all.”

The lioness looked at the cubs who had shock in their faces. Their frames curling closer as the lioness nuzzled into them.

“One wet season never came. We waited and waited, but soon days became weeks, than months. We knew we needed water, so our King drew us towards the Great river. As he marched he started taking all the kills for himself and his chosen head lioness. The rest were left to hunt again or starve. Eventually, like many Prides, ours too left the King and went our own way. By then we were few already.

Finally months became a year, and no rain. Only dust and bone covered the dirt of The Mother. Even the humans were dropping to her wrath. The days were long and hot, and even shade would not cool us from the sun. Scavenging became second nature, for prey were to few to hunt, and we to weak.

When we thought all hope was lost your mother and I curled under the shade of an old rock and closed our eyes. We were surprised to open them again, but the greater shock was the rain. It was nearly two years, but the rains returned. The Mother once more smiled.”

The cubs cheered, happy for the rain. Still, they wanted to know what happened next, what would come, how did they get here. Each little eye rested on the lioness.

“The lions pulled from their shade and enjoyed the rain. It rained, and rained, and then rained some more. It was well into six months of rain. The watering holes and rivers once more bursting with water. Before long the trees and grass started to grow. With the grass went the prey, and us behind them. It has been two years now since the rain returned, still we are few and scattered, but we are strong and will survive.

Maybe one day we will hunt together again, and rule the savannah like days of old. Hunting large herds of prey in vast hunting grounds. For now, we just need to live, and grow together. Out there are other lions, danger, and communications.”

With that their mother popped up over the rock, looking at the cubs than her mother. The scars of that time almost healed as the family lays in the cool shade, watching the water flow.


This is the story you lived, or were told growing up. We all know of the year of rage, big or small, and it is your job to continue the story. Never forget what hurting The Mother can bring, and make sure your children don’t either.

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Primal Lore
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The life of the primals was never easy, and to say the least natural. Yes, long ago there were primals, but now, these, are as unnatural as they come. It all started with am experiments, started by the humans 10 years ago. Several lions, and other animals were brought in for gene mutation experiments. All primals can say they sprouted from these TWENTY Felines. Kept is cages, and heavily experimented on, they had little choice as each generation was mutated further.

The goals of the humans were simple, remake the extinct of the ice age return. Many samples were gathered from all over the world, and many felines too in order to help their cause. As the days turned to weeks and eventually years the fruits of their labor turned ever closer. They though would never see their dream become reality. A day none of them expected to happen came to play. One of the elephants escaped, and destroyed their nucular powered generater, causing it to explode. Thankfully only the humans, and the poor elephant were killed. The waste though, or took over the air, water and ground, and soon spread, causing a lot of mutations all over Africa.

This waste helped finish the primals, causing the experimented felines to change, some becoming primals, others died, or became so mutated they would not survive long. The primals had no choice but to end their brethren and escape. As the time passed the ones who remembered the truth died, rather short lives, each generation stronger, and living longer than the last. Eating and drinking the waste helped further their mutation but at the same time, that waste lead to the drought.

As water became scarce many primals moved out, leaving the mountain, and coming face to face with their counterparts, having no idea that at one time, they shared common ancestors. All primals alive today believe they were always this way, and thanks for them being so close to the Ancestors cave call themselves the guardians of the Ancestors, and their home. (Primals verson of their history coming soon!)

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Battle
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This is a dice battle system, made to keep people fair and on their toes, as anyone can challenge you for your food, home, or even pride. The dice system will be simple, based off a set system. You get one attack per post, in that post you note your attack and dodge, be it hit or miss.

I know most do not like losing a character, so it is optional, most times you step down and can try to reclaim after a few days. Though once reclaimed you can not lose it again for a months time. Meaning after the two fights you get a whole month real time to prepare for another fight.

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Homes, Bands, and Prides
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Welcome to the tall grass, here you can search for a home, for yourself, your band, or even your pride. Finding a home is simple, leave a request here at the Eagles nest and they will let you know when they find you a home. Every home will be a wonderful place to sleep, eat, or even connect with your neighbors.

Locations are hard to come by, but here are a few:

River side: Now that the rain has returned it has been swelled to a great girth. Plenty of green is growing around its banks, from rock overhangs, to lush high grass, all in a stones throw of the river, though flooding can occur.

Watering hole: these homes are made alongside a watering hole, away from the bustle of the river. Here the days are warm, and the water cool, and anything heading back across the grass plains has to come by here. Still, it is accustom to disappearing, or even flooding.

Grass plains: These homes are set away from the flooding and drought of the river and watering holes. Lush tall grass, perfect homes for your cubs to hide, with a few small pools and a few cropping of trees. Though water is scattered, it’s the food that is hard to find.

Mountains: From the lush base, to the rough cold top, these homes are mostly caves, ruled by an thought extent form of lion. Though some normal lions live here, the primal Saber species is known as a threat. Though maybe you are one, or just happen to have a nice neighbor. The river starts here as an underground spring, and pools fill from melted ice and snow from the upper limit. Food, though plentiful, is hard to catch.

Other places can be located and added to the list, just need to ask a Moderator .







Here is a small bit about bands and Prides.

Band – You can request a group area for a small band of up to 5 characters, including yours, and other roleplayers. You must have 3 of the 5 to apply. Their homes will be moved to around the band location.

A pride – You can turn your band into a pride. This allows you to have 10 lions follow you. You must already have 5 members in your band to be able to upgrade it.

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Mutation Races and Special Groups
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Avalible at start
Normal
Primal
Hyena Skinwalker

Gotten from Mutcards
Dwarf
Tigon
Leopon


Gotten from Race Mutcard
Celestial
Hellcat
Manticore
Intersteller

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Courant Events
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War of the Hyena Queen



A lioness, with a dark path finds a new family, and commands them to attach those she sees as forsaken her. When she needed help, when her family died they would not rally to her. Well now they will. Under her army of hyena and Loyal Skinwalkers she will rule Africa. There is nothing but hate in her eyes for those not under the skin of a Skinwalker.

Joining her ranks is easy, kill one of her strongest Hyenas, adorn their flesh and soul and become one through a dark ritual performed by the Dark Celestial herself. One who follows the Ancestor Robyn, Soul of the Fight, Queen of the Lost Souls. Then you can rage war on the lions that have forsaken you, against their Ancestors, and the Mother of all Ancestors The First.

Or stand Against them with your fellow lions as Hyenas steal your food and Chase you from your waters. Be careful though, not all Hyenas are as they seem, for some carry a heavy life below the pelt. Be wary, not all lions you see are either, for Hyenas that beat a Challenging lion adorn their pelts as well, and fight alongside their Queen. These are dark times in the Savanna, and the Western River is their first stop on Destruction. Can it's only Band of lions win? Will the Ancestors finally show themselves to help their children? Will the fabled child to die as the host of The First to save the Savanna? Come find out!