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Name: Stigtyr (I wanted to make “Tyr,” the God of law and wisdom, part of his name. So his name roughly translates to Path of Law. Plus his nickname gets to be “The Stig” so…hehehe…)
Prompt #: 1
Response:
A puff of dust exploded around Stigtyr’s head as he was knocked, yet again, down to the ground by his sister. But this time, the young cub stayed where he was, scowling at the brown fur of his mother’s feet as she praised Dagny for kicking his sorry butt yet again. It was his brother’s turn to practice anyways. Black claws popped out of their sheaths and clawed idly at the ground in frustration. Stigtyr hadn’t won a single play-fight since they’d begun training. His brother was always stronger, and Dagny was always quicker, easily tripping him or pouncing on him from behind. It wasn’t like he was trying to suck. He wanted to be a good Reaver, he did! He wanted to make Mama proud and go a-viking with her and bring back lots of treasures.

Well, Mama wasn’t actually a reaver. Not yet. Stigtyr had heard her complain about why often enough, but the words didn’t really make much sense to him. Something about changing leaders and a thing called “politics,” which had to be a very nasty thing indeed, for whenever Mama talked about it her nose got all scrunchy, like she was tasting or smelling something bad. All Stigtyr did know for sure was that Mama couldn’t be a reaver because she was a girl.

But that didn’t make sense. Mama was the best fighter Stigtyr had ever seen ever (granted, she was the only one, but still). And Dagny, well, if Stigtyr’s current position on the ground didn’t have anything to say about Dagny…The cub sighed and rolled over onto his belly, watching his siblings spar. Yes, Dagny was giving his brother a good match. She wasn’t strong, but she was quick, and that counted for something, as she had proven countless times by knocking Stigtyr onto his tail. It seemed silly that someone with talent would be forced to sit idly by instead of using their skills to help the reavers on their raids. Then again, he had heard some of the other males say that females needed to be protected. Another silly notion, especially if those females could protect themselves.

This was all too confusing.

Stigtyr sighed and got to his paws. He’d missed the end of the match while lost in his thoughts, and now Mama wanted him to try pouncing on Dagny. The cub positioned himself and sprang, but at the last second, his sister easily moved out of the way, and Stigtyr once again found himself in the dirt. He could hear his brother laughing from the sidelines. Jeez. If he was supposed to be able to protect Dagny, then he was going to have to get better at this fighting thing. Not that he thought Dagny would ever need protecting from him. But…it couldn’t hurt to be prepared, right? Plus it would be nice to win for once.

The cub shook his head and got back up, getting back into position. And with new-found determination, Stigtyr pounced.

You own no lined pridemembers? Nope!
Anything else you would like me to know? He will definitely stay in the pride! I really want him to be a Lawspeaker one day, if I can. Seeing as I’m kinda basing him off the God Tyr and all. I’m not quite sure what the specifics on that process would be, but I’m willing to give it a go! I think it’d really fit his personality. He’ll be adopting his mother’s views, and be teaching his future daughters how to fight…or at least pawning them off to Grandma’s for the day to learn. X3
But until then, he’ll be his sister’s sidekick. I’m sure word will get around that she’s learning how to fight, and Stigtyr will be there in case any bullies come round to make fun of her. His reaverdom will consist of trying to collect things to help his sister’s business, especially if she’s not a reaver herself. If she is, Stigtyr will be there as look-out.
He’ll also need a lot of fighting practice with his mother, cause as of right now, he sucks at it. Majorly.

… Here I come!
Name: Viljami (to desire protection)
Prompt #: 1

Response: “Will you allow yourself to die?” Inari said to him only wishing that he would understand. “No.” Viljami always tried to use one word answers to talk his way out of situations. “Then why are you not even capable of defending yourself?” Viljami felt as if his mother would never understand. Defending yourself is something that would not be necessary at a young age of his. At least that is what he believed. He would much rather be playing with his siblings instead of enduring these horrid lessons. “Why is it just me…?” He whined knowing that it wouldn’t help at all if anything it would make things worse; but it was a bad habit of his. “Because they know how to defend themselves and you…you don’t.” What does she mean by ‘training will help’ no it won’t. Isn’t she to cruel to us…to me? I’m only trying my best can’t she just give me that.

Viljami looked up hurt by this comment. Failure was what he felt like; a disgrace not able to live up to the expectations that he was given. Will I ever be able to be what I should? Will I ever be…perfect in my families eyes. Inari brought him to the ground tackling him. “Why did you not try to defend yourself?” She asked. Viljami turned away unable to answer this simple question. “I feel training with you does not help me.” He said walking away avoiding her attempted attacks. He knew she was going easy on him out of love, and if she continued to do that then Viljami would never grow stronger.

What does she mean by ‘will I allow myself to die?’ Is it not easy to see that I would fight till the end? Can she not see that I do not see that point of training? It would be so easy to hurt someone on accident while practicing. Is it wrong for me to care about the safety of others? I never use to see caring as an evil act. If I needed to she should know that I am capable of protecting myself. What I really want to learn to do is to protect others as well. If in a direr situation I am the only one to escape then I will be disappointed. For then I would be alone. For then I would be crushed by the fact that I could only save one person; and with that information I would never be able to live a normal life again. Or maybe I’m thinking too much…

You own no lined pridemembers? No
Anything else you would like me to know? I’m thinking of having him decide if he is going to leave the tribe or not. The reason he will think of doing this is because he wants to prove that he is strong.

… Here I come!
Name: "Absalon" Scandinavian - "Father of Peace"
Prompt #: 3
Response:
Mother was gone and they were left alone. It was the first time that she had trusted her young litter to manage themselves while she attended to her affairs. The others weren't rightly sure about what to make of the situation. There was talk of slinking out to explore, perhaps see if there were other cubs outside of the den with which to play. It was a charming enough idea. He had scuffled about with his siblings, and they with him, but it was becoming repetitive. They all had their own way of wrestling, their own favorite approaches, and each of them was so familiar with the other that even a friendly spar was a bit of a bore. Their mother had brought them little trinkets and play things to entertain themselves with as well. Feathers, bones, even a few dead mice but those were growing old as well.

He flattened his ears and looked beyond the cave. Light was pouring out of the normally over-cast skies and illuminating the landscape beyond. In the sunlight, the world looked completely transformed somehow. Even the air felt cleaner, fresher, and more brisk. There was a sweetness in the sunlight that he'd only experienced once or twice in his young life. He had more or less memorized what he could see from the mouth of the den, but there was more to it than that. They could hear roars in the distance, sometimes mingling with the roaring from the sky or the distant crashing with waves. There were always large lions moving past their den, their eyes forward, attending to their own business. Some were large and fearsome, others seemed more meek and withdrawn. There were females and males- the later had him quite curious. His mother didn't have a mane, she had earlier explained that only the boys would grow to have those. He couldn't imagine having a giant mantle of fur around himself. It seemed like it would be cumbersome.

Perhaps he could ask one of them why they had manes... but not the females.Perhaps he could find other cubs- that would be interesting. His blood was boiling for a good challenge. One filled with surprises and new tricks he could later bring him to show to his siblings.

He sighed. No.

It was all very exciting to think about, even entertain as an option at this point, but his mother would have kittens if she returned to an empty cave. He didn't even want to think about what would happen once they were all found and hauled back. A good scolding was the best they could hope for. Worst of all was he could almost picture the frantic look in his mother's eyes. Absalon winced and stood up. His siblings perked, eager to see if he would, in fact, be the first to step out of the cave. If one cub went the others would spill over themselves to follow. Then they could point paws back to him and say that he had been the first to do it.

Absalon wasn't one to speak, not often. He was more observant than the others. Even as a nursing whelp he had been strangely silent, never eager to squeak or fight for his mother's attention. When his eyes opened the cub had been lost in the sensation of sight. From the dancing shadows on the walls to the occasional bits of dry grass that would dart about on the wind, he had an eye for detail. As a more matured cub, he still spent more time regarding his surroundings than most. He was perfectly happy most days curled up against the back of the wall with his ears perked and his eyes wide. He was silent but dependable, not one for causing trouble. Of course he loved a good spar now and then but he always knew when a game was over with.

He glanced back, his eyes firm. The others watched, confused and eager to see what their brother had decided. Shaking his head, he stepped into the center of the cave's mouth and turned to his siblings. To anyone else, the sight would have been hilarious. A cub no bigger than a pair of a male's paws stood in the entryway of a cave that might have allowed for several lions to pass through shoulder to shoulder. He snapped his short, tiny tail and swelled up his chest with a long intake of air. No one was leaving. Perhaps it was silly to think his siblings would try to, but if they did, he would be the first thing they would have to get past to do so. Not one for words, Absalon gave each sibling a firm look, allowing his eyes to settle on theirs before passing on to the next one.

It was boring. But they would stay in. He'd not entertain the thought of seeing that look in his mother's eyes.

You own no lined pridemembers? Not yet!
Anything else you would like me to know? I have another character in the pride (He's actually grown to adol, but I play him as a juvie currently- I had to go on hiatus for most of his growth. ;3; ) who never knew his father and felt abandoned by his mother. He has a hostility and a bit of a resentment towards females because of this. Absalon will help him come to terms with these feelings, as he was raised solely by his mother, and possibly befriend the older lion later on. Hopefully (lots of srp's on this one XD), Kjell will learn to respect females a little more thanks for Absalon.

He will not leave the Stormborn. I would also like to plot with someone in the mistwalkers for an across-the-veil romance, but that's later down the line. XD; I get ahead of myself plot-wise.

Alright guys- deciding was tough, I loved all of the possibilities for these two brothers! However, I've finally settled on the winners. Thank you all for your entries! 8DDD



And for the second brother,

afhsgjnsh Thank you so much!

What should I do now? xD Do I need to get him certed or...

Congrats!

Yes, I'm totally up for that! It'd be fun! :3