|
Post by Brii on May 5, 2010 19:14:24 GMT -5
In the beginning there was a small pride known as the Lions of the Savannah. There were about fifteen or so members from a few various families, Storm, Serrell, Mystal, Durus and Ambalar were the main five, few actually had families due to the lack of land they had claim over and the shortage of food and water. However one year a rare thing occurred, three cubs were born and survived. The eldest and strongest was dubbed Snipe Storm, the middle one was known as Sitima, she was very down to earth and intelligent. But the black sheep of the litter was the youngest, Tyberious Storm. He was by far no runt despite what everyone said about him being nothing but a failure. After the successful birth of the cubs a few more were born, a brute named Polaris Ambalar and a few female cubs, Mari Serrell and Kiera Mystal. There were also several others but not as important as those mentioned in this history. As time went on as these cubs came out of their youth Snipe and Mari became mates, however Kiera, Sitima and Polaris had left the pride in search for something better. After a while Tyberious soon left, not to follow them but fed up of living in Snipe's shadow and filled with jealousy. Maybe it was a good reason why they left because within a few seasons later the rain never came. The pride didn't move, they just presumed it was late. But another season or so on and the temperatures were only rising with no sign of the rain. Snipe left into the dessert in search of a new source of water for the pride meanwhile the others either died or left. Snipe was still struggling through what was now the dessert, straying from habitable land altogether and miles from home. He was lost. Though he did question his own eyesight when he saw what seemed to be a large waterfall up ahead and with closer inspection had luckily found Pridefalls. Taicidi the Leading lioness of the pride accepted Snipe making him a scout, though he didn't stay long and as soon as he got his bearings headed back. But when he got back there was nothing there but a dead mate, dead pride loyals and the rest missing, including his own cubs.
The Lions of Kalden were then born, quite a way away from the old Savannah lands new prides were formed and surving members of the old families split apart to make their own prides rather then sticking together like in the old days. Serrell Meadow was Snipe's own pride named after his deceased mate, Mari Serrell. Then there was Durus Creek and Ambalar Plains. The three prides lived roughly in the same sort of area known at that time as Kalden which was the name of the large northernly gorge. But the peace did not last long, when Tyberious and his mate Kiera returned to Serrell fights broke out between them and Ambalar and after a short war all members of the Ambalar pride were slaughtered by Tyberious' faction. Finally he was getting his spot in the limelight. Durus Creek paniced in the chaos and split and was rulerless. This left only Serrell Meadow, the main power and that became even stronger one day when Snipe tried to get rid of his brother who was attempting to take over Kingship. Kiera was killed but so was Snipe. Most of the pride scattered and Tyberious ceased the chance to rule in the confusion. It was looking up at the stars that night, thinking about the heirs of his own that had been murdered by his own backstabbing daughter Callista he decided to begin a new, a fresh start which was why the lands were then named Starlight Pridelands.
More Recently though...
So what was it that happened that was so big that spit apart Starlight Pridelands? Well can't you tell? It was the rainey season, but not just any normal rain, a storm. The Kalden Gorge flooded, anyone inside or near it would have surely perished at the time, Durus Creek also would not have stood much a chance neither would the low laying pridelands like Serrell Meadow or Anarore Plains. The lions had to flee quickly and fast, if not they were carried off in the flood waters. Some made it to the Mystal Ridge, Mirratt Hills or even trekked outside of the pridelands to the Amabalar Mountain. Though once the waters resided it seemed like nothing was left; everything was gone within an instant. Families had been torn apart, let alone prides. With even one now split up it would be chaos to try to get things back to how they were, but they still tried, accepting Ambalar Mountain now once more as part of their lands incase it happened again but also deciding to kick off a few new prides like Tristen Crevice and Catton Green again. Well will things return to normal, how high was the death toll, who knows.
|
|