STORY
Long ago, when gods ruled both the sky and the earth with a mighty paw, a new god was born. The god of colors, Wingu'anuru.
This god was unlike any other. His fur was the purest of whites, acting as a canvas for the markings that adorned the white palette of his body. Any lion who saw him was surely blessed by the other gods. Colors spilled from his paws where ever he walked. However, Wingu'anuru ventures very little, for the story he holds is, like him, unlike any other.
The god was a mere cub when he decided to search out on his own what his purpose was in life. He had wanted to know why he was here, what effects he would have on others, and what he could do for the world.
He had come across a lion fighting a pack of hyenas, and hid in the tall grass, watching with horror and fear. The lion was outnumbered, and a bloody battle was held in front of Wingu'anuru, unaware of a god's prescence. Pretty soon, the lion had collapsed, and the hyenas began feasting ravenously. Wingu'anuru was shocked and scared to death.
Fearing he would be next, the cub turned around, and rather than hide somewhere else, decided to go home. He ran as fast as he could (his wings hadn't developed fully) , before an unknown force lifted him into the air. Clouds rushed by him, until he was in front of a large god, pure white, with only black slits for eyes. By now, Wingu'anuru was crying tremendously.
"Young god... what causes your tears to stain your perfect form?" the god asked.
Wingu'anuru sniffled, "I have seen what no other cub can dream of... I only wish my eyes couldn't see any more horror in the world."
"So it will be." Those were the last words Wingu saw from anything's mouth, for suddenly, a large paw raised to his face. The cub had no idea what was going on, but it was too late. A large white beam of light shot into those amber eyes of his, piercing his soul through them. The cub felt dizzy and afraid, and fainted. When he woke up, the world was black to him, while his soul remained stainless. The battle he saw was lifted from him, so that, being both a god and child, he wouldn't remember it at all.