It was the summer of the Redsand. The African savanna was under one of the worst droughts it ever was to see. Animals had to move both day in and day out just so that a third of the herd could see water. Not many young lived as well as the older of the animals. Now you may think that the predators had it made with all the death, but you would be wrong. The lions had it the worst, with the death of their great Leader, the remaining lionesses had to fight their own way. With in just a few days all but one was death or missing. This is it The Redsand...a time when even the dead are left to die.

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Rules:
1.) this is to be kept PG-13
2.) you can curse, too mature and it needs to be stared out, (Ex. f***)
3.) be considerate of others beliefs
4.) HAVE FUN!!!!!
5.) always ping me. it is ok if you don't but i would prefer if you did.
6.) No killing other characters
7.) Prides can fight, but only kill if you ask if you can.
8.) two characters max as of now.
9.) use the Sylestian lions

Name: Farknas
Age: 5 years (young)
Gender: male
Are they in a pride?: Sorta...
Backstory(mine in first paragraph): A rouge his whole life, Farknas has little to tell. He ventures around, killing of other male's cubs, you know, the usual. Overthrowing weaker lions has become a game to him, feasting on the leader's corpse infront of his horrifyed pride. (He's a bit spooky)
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Farknas smiled, blood dried around his lips. The male he had eaten was tough and stringy, and many lionesses had attacked him. His wounds pained him as he traveled across his new territory. Looking back at the lionesses, whom snarled at his glance, he sprinted joyfully away. Running across the savanna, he leaped over the scent border into a neutral land. The meal heavy in his stomach, he stopped to rest.

Can I make a new lion to come and lead a new pride?

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=29858&page=1#3 Author: Zarawhite Time Posted: 1/25/2016 at 7:50 PM Can I make a new lion to come and lead a new pride?

I don't own this thread, but i think she's accepting still :3

(PINNGGIN')

Name: Zara
Age: 2 and a half
Gender: Female
Are they in a pride?: No, but she's looking to create and lead one.
Backstory(mine in first paragraph):
Start Paragraph: "Pathetic little mongrel! You're so small you look like a house cat! Mouse!" King growled, using my name the pride had selected for me. In this pride, we weren't even allowed to choose our own names! "King, I challenge you to a fight for leadership. If you don't accept, you'll be branded a coward." My snarl rang out through the clearing, it was time to stand up for who I was. This was a battle for honor, not rank. King smiled and started circling me. But I didn't move, instead I stood there, muscles tensed, bombarding him with the worst insults imaginable. Anger flared in his his eyes as he lunged. The battle was over quickly and I had him pinned to the ground. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could shake me off, even in he weakened state. But I had my fangs on both of his eyes. He knew, that at the smallest movement, My fangs would go right through them, and that's what kept him in place. Quickly my eyes darted upwards to see my pride looking at me dissaprovingly. I hadn't really hurt him much, and they would kill me if I didn't at least give him a few scars. With a deep breath, I let go of one of his eyes, putting my lower jaw on his cheek, before applying pressure. A deep yowl of pain and anger ripped through the forest as I destroyed his left eye. Slowly I lifted my jaws from his eye, and tore up his right back leg, until it could no longer be used. "Kill him!" The pride chanted. "Or we will kill you!" So I nodded, and knew they wouldn't let me get away with doing it quickly. "I'm sorry King, I never wanted it to end like this," I whispered quietly before tearing of both ears and destroying his other eye, slowly this time. Then I dislocated his legs, and left a huge gash in his stomach, watching him spasm painfully, a few seconds left, before I tore his throat out. The yowls of agony ripped through our territory, maybe even beyond, as King took his last breathe. After that, I tried to run, but the pride grabbed me, gave me a small nick in the ear and threw me into my limp opponent. They did this until I was soaked with his blood, and then my brother Quick spoke, though only I knew that his words did not want to come out. "When you kill your opponent, the rule is that you have to feast on him till you can't eat anymore. And only then can you leave." So I ate till my stomach was as full as possible, and then I ran, I was no longer part of this pride, and I could never come back.(Wow, so long! Hey just wanted to ask, but could she be half tiger for a bit of a plot twist? I know you'll say no but whatever. Also, she's only half the size of a normal grown lion, but she's incredibly strong, and is not to be underestimated despite her lack of growing.)

Farknas awoke to the early savanna sun, and the smell of a bird's rotting corpse. "Ah," he sighed contently, "What a be-utiful mourning." he laughed at his little joke. Stepping out of the small shelter, he took a deep breath. He smelled the scent of loss. He smelled the scent of anger. He smelled the scent of death. Flattening his ears and peering around the land, he spotted a small shape in the tall grass. His blood-stained paws pummeled the earth as he ran, the dry, cracked dirt crumbling in his wake. His lips curled back into an insane smile as his blackish teeth shone brightly.

Upon running closer, he identified the small shape as a cub. A beautiful one, at that. It's amber eyes shone brightly with tears, and it had a handsome black mane growing in on his chin and neck. It sat, hunched over his dead mother. "Hello, little cub." he crooned, slowing down. He almost didn't want to murder this cub. Almost. The cub stared at him, mouth agape. It squealed as Farknas knocked him into the grass with a powerful swing. Bruised, the cub stood up, ready to run. Farknas jumped at it, breaking it's ribs with his weight. Digging his teeth into it's neck, it let out a scream. The cub flailed his paws, tiny claws scraping at Farknas's legs. He threw it with his jaws, landing in a limp, dusty heap. It was dead. Farknas's eyes half-glazed as he stared into the cub's, it's eyes wide open in shock. The color drained from the cub's face. That hit a nerve. He dragged the cub to it's mother, who had been rotting. He then turned away, brushing the cub's limp body with his tail. He padded away, the cub's blood stained around his lips.

Zara~

Sadly I kept walking forwards. Suddenly I heard a squeal. Silently I rushed forward, just in time to see a grown male lion murdering an innocent cub. It looked up, no regret in it's eyes and walked away. My eyes blazed with anger and grief. Anger for the cub and at the one who murdered it, and grief for the cub, it's mother, and myself. How dare he! That cub was innocent! The anger in me was so close to spilling out, and I kept hearing the dying squeals of the cub and King. There had been 2 unnecessary deaths today. Shaking my head out I forced myself to calm down the bubbling anger surging through my veins. As I creeped forward, paw steps completely silent, I could feel fur brushing mine, and I knew it was King. Confident that he had come to help me, and that I was forgivin, I lunged. When I did, a roar of rage both tiger and lion-like erupted from me, so loud and powerful. After I landed on him, my one paw was on his throat, claws unsheathed. And my other one was on his stomach. Growling I placed my fangs right on top of a vein. If I cut it, he would die. "You will pay for that, fool!" I growled without moving my jaws.

Almost stunned by the Tiger-like roar, Farknas froze. He gave a small gasp as she crashed into him. Staring at the small lioness with surprise, he wheezed. "Hhh-hello, are you a lioness from one of my prides? If not..? *cough* " then proceeded to go limp under her pressure.