Hello! I’m open to write pride lore, I’d need a basic idea but other than that I’m open, I can do how ever much needed for whatever price!

Näkki crept through the forest, trying to make sure you didn’t spot her and she flattened herself against the long grasses then she pounced and, bam! She knocked you off your paws, the two of you tumbling onto the grass, she chuckled. However you weren’t as amused

The pride had once lived in the dunes, under the sun, as they were always meant to. Praising Ra, catching large prey and trying to avoid the dangers of the dunes. But that changed when Orris took over, moving the group out of the dunes he’d came to resent and guiding them to a peaceful, grassy river. Most of the pride hated the river, but as moons came and went, the traditions of The Dunes where lost to time

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Yay! So I'm waiting for my new heir to be made, but I'd like to get his lore set in place. So I plan to have a whole red/black pride as my heir (diabouls) would kick out the colorful lions when PsycoKiller died (he's all about color) and destroy nearby prides to kill them and take the lionesses he liked. I'd like if at the begining the story went over how Diabouls hated PsycoKiller. And Diabouls would be kinged as a appreciates as I'll be using Tigers Eye. OH and Diabouls would kill PsycoKiller and tell the pride a Elephant got him, and perhaps the prides hatred and fear towards Diabouls.

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Also once Diabouls took over they'd worship Anbius.

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Cool! How much do you want me to write?

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I'd like it to be detailed, perhaps a paragraph per each main point?

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Sure! Sadly I won’t be on to much longer tonight, but I can start working tomorrow?

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No worries, when you finish put it in https://pastebin.com/

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Hey, I’m working on the writing, should be done soon!

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Also quick question, would your new king be born into the pride, or found and brought into the pride? Just to clear up some things

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Found at a young age, newborn?

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Checking up on the progress

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It’s going good! Sorry I rolled over late today due to my life getting busy!

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Would you like to see what I’ve written?

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Mhm

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In the heart of the savannah, there ruled a lion known as PsycoKiller, a vibrant king whose coat was a mosaic of colors, reflecting his wild and unpredictable nature. His pride, a kaleidoscope of hues, was feared and respected throughout the land. Among his pride was a dark, brooding cub named Diabouls, who stood out not just for his striking red and black fur, but for the deep-seated hatred he harbored for his king.

In the savannah a peaceful, colorful king, PsychoKiller ruled over his pride of colorful lions and lionesses. Colorful cubs grew up and thrived. That was, until a small group of hunting lionesses found a small, black and red cub, left all alone in the mud. They brought him back to the pride. PhsycoKiller padded over, looking over the prey that had been drug when a lioness came up to him with the cub, feeling bad for the young one he allowed him to stay in the pride.


Diabouls was the name chosen for the young cub. As he grew older he seemed to stray away from PhyscoKiller and the other colorful lions in the pride. Hate. He seemed to hate all the colors. All the hidious colors that these lions showed off. He was red and black, they were every color. PhyscoKiller was just so…perferct. Or perhaps, not perfect but that's how Diabouls heard others talk about him.

One day, when PhyscoKiller was off hunting, Diabouls followed, itching for death. And not some dumb warthog's death. PhyscoKiller had paused to smell some out of place scent when pain flared up in his neck, and he gasped for air. He turned to see the attacker. Diabouls looked at him with all the hate in the world and he attacked, hitting the king again, and again until the king was finally still.



Diabouls licked his paws, cleaning away the evidence. He stretched, and headed back to tell the pride of the unfortunate death. He would make up a lie. An eleaphant. Sure, he'd gotten trampled by a eleaphant.

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