I’m in desperate need of gb, and since I’m horrible at traditional art, I’ve decided to sell writing instead! I’ll be writing stories about lions in your pride! Maybe poems? Still on the fence about that one. I’ll reply with stories by @ you in the thread, or even putting it somewhere more accessible.

Some warning: This is my first time doing commissions, so figure out how they work might take some time Xp

With that said, only send gb AFTER you get your story! This is because if you don’t like it, you don’t have to lose anything!

(I’m great at writing cannibalism fyi)

Rules:

Provide a link for the lion/lioness you want a story of! Can be multiple!

If you want something completely random, tell me!

Give me a bit of general personality about the lion if they already have one so that I don’t go off character!

Provide a theme for the story you want! (Exp: Romance, horror, grief, etc..)

Make sure to tell me if there’s anything you specifically DON’T want in the story.

Use comments, not dms! It’ll be easier for me to keep track this way!

Include type a or b in the comment.

Example of a type A story:

[Lion] stares at the unmoving cub as rain washed away the puddle of blood beneath them. Thunder crashes and lightning flashes, yet she wouldn’t move. [Lion]’s other cubs wail to go home, clinging onto her paws with eyes as wide as saucers. How could she have let this happen? [cub] had never been her favorite but she still cared about them nonetheless. Just not as much as their litter mates. The one cub she never kept an eye on. She was never going to forget that day. Forget her negligence. She couldn’t even bare to look at her other cubs.

“I want to go home!” One wails.

“What’s happened to [cub]?!” Another cries.

Their pleas and questions fell on deaf ears as she stood and turned around, shaking them off of her. An emptiness fills her already hollow heart and shut down her emotions. She wasn’t ready to be a mother.

So [lioness] leaves, not waiting for the cubs to catch up. She couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t handle them. Perhaps one day she will be ready, but that day is not today.

Type B:

Even as a cub, [lion] was always the odd one out. Whilst their siblings played and fought, [lion] would stare up into the clouds for hours, claiming that the shapes foretold the future, and told stories of the past. Their mother believed that they would eventually grow out of it and tried to encourage them to play with the other cubs. They always declined.

Things weren’t easier as an adolescent. [lion] quickly learned that they had no passion- or skill for hunting. When they were supposed to be observing the lionesses hunts they instead stared up at the clouds without a care in the world. They were deemed as useless.

One day the clouds told [lion] that a storm would occur, and that three cubs would go missing and die. [lion] warned their pride mates but none believed them. The sky was bright and the clouds were white.

Soon enough, three cubs went missing. Night was falling and the storm had finally came. While the other lions scrambled in a panic to find the cubs, [lion] sat calmly at the entrance of the den while looking into the sky.

“You are all too late.”

The next day a search party found the three cubs; they drowned in a flood near a watering hole. No one dared to question [lion again], and they became the unofficial prophet of the pride.