INFO 'N STUFF
I'm looking for semi-literate to literate writers. I prefer them to write in third person but if they feel more comfortable writing in first or second, I don't mind.
Please aim for 2 paragraphs at minimum. If you can't bother with that, I can't bother with you.
The plot is a MxM roleplay by default but if you want to change it up to be FxM or whatever, I can do that.
We can roleplay in Lioden messages, on Discord or on a forum I can set up to roleplay on publicly. But I will say I would much prefer a private roleplay given that it's 1 on 1.
I prefer people comfortable with mature themes (NOT IN TERMS OF NSFW, I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WITH FERAL NSFW).
Primal One
Raised in a protected area, P1 grew fond of his home. He was in a large pride, one his father proudly led and he proudly bragged. The area was known as The Prides Devine, kept in by the two biggest pride of the whole savanna. If a lion happened to be born inside, they were guaranteed life.
P1 was one of many cubs his parents tried to have, his father was of Primal genetics so no matter how many seemingly strong cubs they carried, they would always pass in their sleep. P1 knew this personally, his litter-mate being torn from his life, another Primal down. P1 as the only one left.
One night, a cold one, the young cub slept close to his mother, dreaming of a gorgeous field he frolicked in. That's when he saw a giant lioness, devoid of colour, only seen as stars. Her pattern, a perfect reflection of the view P1 saw in the night sky. The Goddess of Death.
She had come to claim another life, telling the young cub she had to, he bickered with her, fighting for his life in a dream. He awoke from his sleep, ready to run until his small heart gave out. And follow it he did, zooming through the fields, giving his quick goodbyes to the land he knew as his home. He was quickly stopped by an enraged lioness.
She had turned out to be a vessel of the Goddess. P1 claimed he would fight a tough battle for his life and a tough battle he did. A cub so young only has so much advantage over a Goddess, she was ready to end him.
When all of his attacks were blocked, he got ready for his final. He saw the spot and shot for it, ending the lioness fast. Silvery tears the shade of stars spilled from the dying lioness's eyes. She mumbled many words, only a few being heard. "You must break the primal to save him."
The blood washed away from the grass in an instant, the vessel of a God fading away. It was only so long until the cub would be taken by death, by her. In a decision no lion in his right mind would make, the only surviving primal was swept into the night, past The Pride's Devine, past any lion who could possibly be in any way associated with him.
He ran beyond where the eyes could see, beyond the prideless outlands and beyond where the gods could watch him.
Primal Two
P2 grew up with a surviving family, they held values over all else, family over importance. Beyond any other prides that were around would be these families, refusing to stick with the pride's ideals, suffering the pride lions' punishments.
P2 ended up being the only primal in the family, possibly in the whole outlands. Primal's were known for being highly ranked in pride culture, it was confusing how P2 came to be. He was thankful however, no lions would mess with a primal on the outs, especially with most being too weak to put up any sort of battle.
He was just as hungry as the rest of the lions on the outs, it happened to be that when prides came to be, they required the green land. When the first two came, they ended up keeping a whole area of land for their heirs and future prides.
P2 never understood why but the prideless gave up their homes, without bloodshed. When they realized there was nowhere left to flee, it was far too late. The pride lions didn't like their calls for territory so silenced the outcries with blood and battle.
The high and divine prides silenced all the battle by ruling that the prides stayed in the luscious areas, and the prideless stayed out, depending on vulture culture.
The bare-skin had seemingly taken a liking to the loner lions, they were easy to take, easy to kill with their loud creations. P2 knew, he knew thanks to the pelt of his mother being shredded from her skin as her remaining dead body was left to rot. The bare-skins were so wasteful.
After grief had lessened, the large primal male had to take charge of the family. With the will of family responsibility, he easily killed for food, in a way he knew wasn't right. A lion believed in hunter's bounty but hunter's bounty didn't matter if you cared to eat.
P2 must have strayed too far, maybe got too cocky but the bare-skins wanted him, wanted him enough that they took him. They babbled on in an excited tone with their proud catch of a mighty lion such as P2.
The primal tried to grip one of the bare-skins and demand his release but it wasn't like they'd listen. They were slimy, selfish beings. They didn't listen to his cries and pleas, his story, his life. They laughed on in delight, the strong smell of pride radiating off their pelt covers. They didn't care for his demands nor asks.
He knew they didn't understand lion, but he also knew they wouldn't care.
Lore
At the birth of a star, born of ashes from a broken planet came the God, Tūpāpaku, came to be. With the birth of a new God came the death of another, from the carcass of a fallen God emerged, Hineteiwaiwa, Goddess of death.
Tūpāpaku took Hineteiwaiwa as his sister, the completed part of his story. He noticed an intact rock of the broken planet. He took his birthing place and set it down in place.
He realized he could create life from it and watch his creations grow. The eager God told his sister, she was interested at the fun idea but she questioned how the creatures would survive if they couldn't see? He claimed he would create ones who wouldn't see. Born blind around them
Hineteiwaiwa scoffed at his foolish ideas, she didn't want all of the beings to miss out on her beauty. She tore her fur, throwing it out into the floating abyss. It illuminated instantly, looking like glorious spots of her life.
He loved it, using the broken planet's remains to make other rocks, none being right for life to his disappointment. Even with his new system, he didn't know if his sister's wonderful pelt would keep the creatures of his planet alive. He decided on a cycle.
Tūpāpaku made himself as bright as possible, warm too, he knew it would keep the creatures warm and then they would be able to see. But Hineteiwaiwa objected, she said that the creatures wouldn't be able to see her pelt from the pure light of her brother's fur.
He made said that he would walk around the planet slowly, creating a day, that way the creatures would have time to see the light. Then, when he's out of their sight, they could view the glorious silver pelt of his sisters.
Hineteiwaiwa was not done, she still had concerns. She asked what would happen to the creatures if they bred too much, the planet would be too crowded. He reassured her concerns, claiming she could watch over the night, seeing what lives were ready to join her pelt and create a new light in the sky.
The God's settled, creating their creatures and settling, watching every being close, seeing who would join the silver pelt...or who would suffer Tūpāpaku's anger.
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However, the outlanders didn't believe the silly myth so they called it. They believed in Kawa.
Kawa was a lonely god in the empty, dark void. She travelled constantly, never finding an end to her journey. That was until she spotted a burst of colours, it looked like milk splattered across the void.
She shrunk down to fit, exploring the many places to see. There was life, there was death, there were neverending zones, there was all to see. She was almost bursting with joy, her happiness forming a power of creation inside of her.
Kawa travelled along all the amazing let's of the void. It didn't seem like a void anymore, it seemed like an universum of life, everything turned into one.
The size seemed like she would never explore the end of it, she rested on a collection of planets all swarming a ball of heat, and the conditions around were perfect for life. There was warmth amidst the icy cold feel of the void, it was a true universum.
She settled in the perfect spot, curling up into a ball. Kawa bloomed life from her dying body, she had finally found her home after aeons of searching. Some of her body wasn't safe for certain things so she changed it to fit, everything she made being unique.
So much creation took the last of her life essence, she could stop then and enjoy her pelt being full of interesting things, she could watch what happened but she refused. If she got to enjoy life, why didn't anyone else?
All of them were different, none the same. Every creature she made was a part of something, everything she made was made of herself, she knew it would grow to be more than her, she would become their vessel of home.
In her last creations came the beings of protection, they would keep the planet safe from dangers, dangers possibly being her own. She created lions, creatures that roared so loud they would scare anything off. They would live in families, working with others to be the protectors.
She watched the lions roam, figuring out what life was. Her death was their life, all life makes death but all death makes life.
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