Post by Ignominy on Aug 23, 2015 23:47:23 GMT
This thread will be linked to Villeroi's bio under his history section. All interesting stories of his past will be told here for anyone who is even remotely curious.
Story I - The Devastating Blow
A vigorous and nearly unsettling storm had been raging over the plains for nearly 3 days and nights. Some had said it was the end of the world, others had said it would pass soon. Nobody knew what to think or believe; all they were certain of, was that they were scared. The storm's strikes were deadly, and took many lives. Lightning never ceased to light up the darkened sky. It almost seemed as if God was pissed at his creations.
In the midst of chaos, 6 lions were born. 3 males and 3 females. By a miracle, they all survived the night, and through the next day. The day after, however, the runt proved too weak, and died in it's sleep. This left 3 males and 2 females. All of them grew fast, nearly always seeming to cower from the never ceasing storm. In their birth pride, they were each decided upon a trade once they reached one year old. 2 of the males and one female chose the life of the warrior, one female chose the life of the herbalist, and the last male chose the trade of the assassin. They all received mentors, and split ways to learn their particular trades. Each of them learned and continued to grow quickly, proving to be exceptional at each of their positions. Life was good, apart from the continuing storm that raged overhead.
Once they all reached 2 years old, they retired from their mentor-ship and were permitted to become permanent residents in their pride, or choose a different trade. Every one of them chose to keep their ranking. Their parents and regal grandparents were very proud. The pride was calm and seemed to work like a well-oiled machine. That is, until a devastating scenario occurred.
About a month after taking his full responsibility of the assassin life, Villeroi was getting pretty good at it. His dark, nearly pitch black pelt helped him to blend in with his surroundings as long as he made sure to travel at night. He'd taken out 2 felines now, all enemies of the pride. His grandfather, King Malikai of the Baywatch pride was the only one who was aware of his targets, for they didn't wish to cause others in the pride to grow indifferent or frightened of the young, red-eyed male. Just after ending the life of his second directed target, Vill received a new one. It was a continuing cycle that had begun to have side effects on the young, usually open-minded male. He was beginning to grow depressed and self-loathing. These lives that he was taking. He knew very little about them. Did they have a family? Someone they loved..? Someone that would potentially miss them? These were repeating questions in his mind. He couldn't dwell on them for long, however, for he always had a new target. Just after being directed to take out an intrusive lioness, who had been spotted killing the pride's prey, Villeroi had headed out to find her. He'd come across her a few times during his travels. In fact, they seemed like friends. Vill had even grown slightly attracted to her, for she was very appealing looking. She was a bit older than he, and she had a litter of cubs awaiting her somewhere in the pride's territory. After about a night, he came across her watching a herd of zebra. He could tell she was looking for the weakest one. He didn't wish to kill her, that was for sure. He wished for.... other things. He'd had strict orders, however, which left him at a conscience crossroads. Whilst staring at her, she had caught onto his scent and turned to face him. He'd been spotted. That was never good. Ever. He made an attempt to duck into some undergrowth, but it was pointless, she had already spotted him and looked as if she was a deer caught in the headlights. She knew what he was. A monster. Vill had one choice. He sprinted towards her. She turned to run, but she was unfit and sickly from trying to raise her cubs alone. He was on her and pinned her quickly. Tears came quickly from the damsel, for Villeroi had never attempted to even touch her before. For the first time, Vill hesitated. He knew it was wrong. She was only trying to survive. Nontheless, he had an undying loyalty to his pride; specifically to his kin. After a quick and fairly painful apology, the damsel's throat was slit and she was left in her own pool of blood. He'd known that by doing this, the death of her cubs was also on his paws. The guilt was overwhelming. In fact, it began to envelop him.
Another week passed and the guilt of what he'd done was still stabbing him on the inside. Nontheless, he said nothing. In this trade, emotions were just a small detail which were never to be shared with others. He soon received a new target. A lone male, who was apparently unfriendly. Nothing out of the ordinary. However, his grandfather had known about this male for at least a month now, and had said nothing. Why would he suddenly care? Whatever the case, Vill left to tend to his duty. His training had involved days of building and tuning his muscles, and learning menacing tactics, so most felines proved to be no challenge. Just after leaving, his pelt was greeted with the sudden and unusual feeling of a heated breeze. Being less than a mile from his pride, Villeroi turned. He was then face with something horrid. Something that caused a screech like no other to arise from his masculine vocal chords. His pride's den-site was engulfed in raging flames. Instantly, he sprinted towards home, and was greeted with hot, thick air. The screams and wails of his family and friends echoed inside his head. He had to help, but all he could do was stand there. Occasionally, he could see the writhing of a burning lion through the flames. He could do nothing. Nothing at all. He just stood there and watched until it was all over. He was never sure of what caused the fire. It could've been lightning, it could've been an enemy, or an accident. Villeroi searched for a survivor for hours, but he found none. He only managed to find the cooked carcasses of his mom, siblings and grandfather. The rest of them were merely unidentified piles of charred bones. After a years of residing within the pride's destroyed camp, all of the male's hope and sanity was lost. He became cold, uncaring and unpredictable. Needless to say, he was never the same.
He became an insane and merciless killer with the pure intent of feeling something other than regret and sorrow.
Story I - The Devastating Blow
A vigorous and nearly unsettling storm had been raging over the plains for nearly 3 days and nights. Some had said it was the end of the world, others had said it would pass soon. Nobody knew what to think or believe; all they were certain of, was that they were scared. The storm's strikes were deadly, and took many lives. Lightning never ceased to light up the darkened sky. It almost seemed as if God was pissed at his creations.
In the midst of chaos, 6 lions were born. 3 males and 3 females. By a miracle, they all survived the night, and through the next day. The day after, however, the runt proved too weak, and died in it's sleep. This left 3 males and 2 females. All of them grew fast, nearly always seeming to cower from the never ceasing storm. In their birth pride, they were each decided upon a trade once they reached one year old. 2 of the males and one female chose the life of the warrior, one female chose the life of the herbalist, and the last male chose the trade of the assassin. They all received mentors, and split ways to learn their particular trades. Each of them learned and continued to grow quickly, proving to be exceptional at each of their positions. Life was good, apart from the continuing storm that raged overhead.
Once they all reached 2 years old, they retired from their mentor-ship and were permitted to become permanent residents in their pride, or choose a different trade. Every one of them chose to keep their ranking. Their parents and regal grandparents were very proud. The pride was calm and seemed to work like a well-oiled machine. That is, until a devastating scenario occurred.
About a month after taking his full responsibility of the assassin life, Villeroi was getting pretty good at it. His dark, nearly pitch black pelt helped him to blend in with his surroundings as long as he made sure to travel at night. He'd taken out 2 felines now, all enemies of the pride. His grandfather, King Malikai of the Baywatch pride was the only one who was aware of his targets, for they didn't wish to cause others in the pride to grow indifferent or frightened of the young, red-eyed male. Just after ending the life of his second directed target, Vill received a new one. It was a continuing cycle that had begun to have side effects on the young, usually open-minded male. He was beginning to grow depressed and self-loathing. These lives that he was taking. He knew very little about them. Did they have a family? Someone they loved..? Someone that would potentially miss them? These were repeating questions in his mind. He couldn't dwell on them for long, however, for he always had a new target. Just after being directed to take out an intrusive lioness, who had been spotted killing the pride's prey, Villeroi had headed out to find her. He'd come across her a few times during his travels. In fact, they seemed like friends. Vill had even grown slightly attracted to her, for she was very appealing looking. She was a bit older than he, and she had a litter of cubs awaiting her somewhere in the pride's territory. After about a night, he came across her watching a herd of zebra. He could tell she was looking for the weakest one. He didn't wish to kill her, that was for sure. He wished for.... other things. He'd had strict orders, however, which left him at a conscience crossroads. Whilst staring at her, she had caught onto his scent and turned to face him. He'd been spotted. That was never good. Ever. He made an attempt to duck into some undergrowth, but it was pointless, she had already spotted him and looked as if she was a deer caught in the headlights. She knew what he was. A monster. Vill had one choice. He sprinted towards her. She turned to run, but she was unfit and sickly from trying to raise her cubs alone. He was on her and pinned her quickly. Tears came quickly from the damsel, for Villeroi had never attempted to even touch her before. For the first time, Vill hesitated. He knew it was wrong. She was only trying to survive. Nontheless, he had an undying loyalty to his pride; specifically to his kin. After a quick and fairly painful apology, the damsel's throat was slit and she was left in her own pool of blood. He'd known that by doing this, the death of her cubs was also on his paws. The guilt was overwhelming. In fact, it began to envelop him.
Another week passed and the guilt of what he'd done was still stabbing him on the inside. Nontheless, he said nothing. In this trade, emotions were just a small detail which were never to be shared with others. He soon received a new target. A lone male, who was apparently unfriendly. Nothing out of the ordinary. However, his grandfather had known about this male for at least a month now, and had said nothing. Why would he suddenly care? Whatever the case, Vill left to tend to his duty. His training had involved days of building and tuning his muscles, and learning menacing tactics, so most felines proved to be no challenge. Just after leaving, his pelt was greeted with the sudden and unusual feeling of a heated breeze. Being less than a mile from his pride, Villeroi turned. He was then face with something horrid. Something that caused a screech like no other to arise from his masculine vocal chords. His pride's den-site was engulfed in raging flames. Instantly, he sprinted towards home, and was greeted with hot, thick air. The screams and wails of his family and friends echoed inside his head. He had to help, but all he could do was stand there. Occasionally, he could see the writhing of a burning lion through the flames. He could do nothing. Nothing at all. He just stood there and watched until it was all over. He was never sure of what caused the fire. It could've been lightning, it could've been an enemy, or an accident. Villeroi searched for a survivor for hours, but he found none. He only managed to find the cooked carcasses of his mom, siblings and grandfather. The rest of them were merely unidentified piles of charred bones. After a years of residing within the pride's destroyed camp, all of the male's hope and sanity was lost. He became cold, uncaring and unpredictable. Needless to say, he was never the same.
He became an insane and merciless killer with the pure intent of feeling something other than regret and sorrow.