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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 3:35 pm
Story for MorbidWelcome to the backstory contest for Pride Lands' Halloween nightmare, Morbid. For those who may have missed it or need refresher, Morbid came to Pride Lands bringing chaos and destruction. Targeting those with kind hearts and good wills, he made their biggest fears a reality.
But where did this nightmare come from? Why did he chose Pride Lands as his place to punish? And most importantly, how did he obtain such powers?
It's up to you.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:16 pm
A b o u t I n f o r m a t i o n
Starting Date . January 11, 2008
Ending Date . January 18, 2008
Prize . Morbid
T h e .. R u l e s
No drama what-so-ever. Seriously, let's be real, this is a story contest
If you don't win, please don't take it personally
Only one entry per person!
The story cannot be co-written because Morbid cannot be co-owned. Besides, it can become unfair to the person who's more capable of writing if his/her partner just takes a back seat and relaxes
Staff may participate
All entries will be read and talked about amongst the colorists before we make our final decision; only one will be chosen
Winner will receive ownership of Morbid, but NOT his power to turn other lions evil. More about Morbid will be explained to the winner once he/she has won
G u i d e l i n e s
Write a story about Morbid's past
Story has no limit, but it should be at least a half a page long if not more
There are no restrictions as to what can be involved, as long as it somehow has a purpose/makes sense. Don't say that Morbid was born to a pair of rainbow loving unicorns
Don't worry about being too perfect in your writing. Spelling won't count, but the grammar should make good sense. I good story has good grammar :3
More will be added as needed
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 4:16 pm
E n t e r i n g
If you wish to participate in this event, please copy and paste the following form into this thread[size=24][color=red][b]Before Death[/b][/color][/size]
[b]Name:[/b] (your name)
[b]Story Title:[/b]
[b]Notes:[/b]
[b]Submission[/b] (post your story)
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 4:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:02 pm
-taking post- Cause I can.
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I think.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 4:20 pm
Before Death
Name: Marinity
Story Title: Nightmares make me Smile
Notes: This might turn out to be very long and possibly a bit odd, because.. that’s the mood I was in. XDD >>; Oh btw. XD The random language Morbid speaks below is sort of my own random little creation. xDD >> Oh. And. It’s very… LiveJournal-ee written. XDD [Whoo for my retarded English too],… But That’s just cause I write on LJ a HELLA lot >>; So yeah. -shot- It's really.. OUT THERE. >> Like I went a little to creative I think.
Or not creative enough.
Oh well.
Here it is. XD Took me a while to submit cause I kept like, fixing things. And even now I have a feeling I'ma regret putting it in now, but... THIS THREAD NEEDS LOVE. As does Morbid. >>
Submission
A dream,… is a wish your heart makes….
And a Nightmare is a Dream that, with a little manipulation, can so easily come true.
Dreams are everywhere... and everyone has them. Whether they be childlike dreams of Unicorns, Ponies, Rainbows and Butterflies, or thoughts of the future... Say you’re a Human, and you aspire someday to be a doctor. Perhaps you dream about that? Maybe you’re a Lion, and you want to someday be the great King of the Highest, strongest of all Prides.
Not all dreams are good though. There are those dreams that force you up from your sleep,.. Make you open your eyes and glance around for any danger, to see who’s there. Dreams that get your heart beating as if it would after running a marathon, dreams that force tears to your eyes, and down your face.
Most of the living people of today, know these ‘Dreams’, of course, as Night mares.
Usually vivid dreams, ones of Darkness. Never of something you want , and most always of something that frightens you, or angers you,… puts you to depression or sadness.
Why are we forced to shed these tears in the middle of the night? Wake up shaking out of fear, or pure anger.
It’s simple really. Because our emotions,… they are His fuel. His life-source, his energy core. It’s what he feeds off of,… what he strives on.
Who is He?
He is a nightmare.
Nightmares that take the form of Something, Anything. And there are also those who live off of Nightmares,.. those who feed off of the screams and tears.
And there are those who not only feed, but Create.
Morbid, is one of ’those’
On the way to death, every Soul would pass Morbid.
A skull, with a ripped, torn, dirty cloak rippling around the ground around the skull, held down on the cold ground by the bone alone.
It taunts the Dead, --And sometimes, Even those still Alive,-- With the memory of every Nightmare in the past. The vivid pictures you had at night of your loved one dying in an ‘accident’, Of you falling off a cliff, of your home, your life, your Pride, your world, coming to an end. Whatever it is you fear, it would come back to you after your Entrance to Hell. You would not be wiped clean of all fears and all past experiences, as if you were if you had gone up to the Heavens.
Instead, you’re forced to live along side Morbid, remembering every detail, of every Death,… Every dream gone Horribly wrong.
There wasn’t a single person that ‘Didn’t’ know Morbid. Everyone knew every detail about him.
He was once alive. Walking, Breathing. A human on Earth. He lived alone almost his entire life,… Though only barely alive. In the day, he didn’t eat. He attended church with his parents, though cursed the God they worshipped.
He would go home, and sleep. Though he would never sleep soundly. Every night, from the moment his body lost all consciousness, a terrible, nightmare would begin, and play like a story inside his head.
Everyone he’d ever loved, in his nightmares,… they would die. Every person he ever liked, would disappear. Everything he ever owned, would burn away.
And he would be the only one remaining.
Everyone that knew Morbid, knew the rest of the story as well.
They knew that one day, he finally went insane after waking from a nightmare in the middle of the night. Completely and utterly insane.
Everyone he’d ever loved, he killed. Murdered, in a bloody rage.
Everyone he even relatively liked… knew. Any acquaintance.
He killed them as well.
Everything and anything he held dear to him, burned away, along with him, in the house fire he created. His nightmares had driven him to the edge.
The only thing that remained of Morbid after his death, was his skeleton, burnt on the floor of his fallen house, with only one article of clothing remaining.
The cloak he’d worn over his shoulders. By some ‘miracle’, it’d never burned.
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“Davairou louv ynurl.”
------”Their land is too Happy.”
“Turyl uionhu wenvard pundi vulshiyr juyo rikuylt,”
------”Rarely am I ever fed from the minds of the Lions,”
“Yuteri vyuioh dunaigh. Hyro vulsh fairluda Hell gyrudo shakuitar Loiutyrua Jor… vo pojsh.”
------”We must act. Make hell upon the Pride lands, and soon….”
“I agree with you, Nightmare.”
The voice of Hell startled many, though the seemingly Story-book form (Or lack of Form) of the hovering, faded and cracked Skull, covered only by the hood of the same, tattered cloak that a newly-Dead would see upon entering t he fire blazed gates, as the rest of the cloak rippled out, around the gray ‘smoke’ that represented what would be the body of the lone skull,… shifted only barely in the air at the devilish, hissing voice of the unseen Fallen Angel himself.
Words of another language echoed, as an order,… a Curse, though at the same time, a Blessing, placed upon the floating figure of Nightmares. A curse to give one power,… to give one strength over someone’s mind. Over their dreams,… over their nightmares.
After a moment of an eerie silence, a form began to take place of that Figure’s.
The skull shrunk obviously in size, and the cloak seemed to fall, though it stopped, before touching the ground, draping over a shape that wasn’t quite there yet.
It took a moment, before the form of a beast, large, and scarred, appeared in the room. The beast’s fur was matted with blood around the cuts that marked through the dark, dirt patted fur. Long claws stretched from the fore and rear paws of the creature, scraping against the dark floor of ‘Hell’.
The cape wrapped around Morbid, falling over his flank.
It was ironic really. The Nightmare took the form of a Lion. One of God’s creatures, no?
The beast could Feel the Joy that pulsed from the Pride Lands,.. he could sense the lack of Nightmares in the Savannahs. The very feeling made his lips pull back, revealing sharp, needle-like teeth. The sound he made was neither a snarl, nor a laugh. Something in between.
“Go.”
A hiss echoed the room, and the form disappeared, without much else of a trace.
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The grass-lands were sunny at the time of Mid-day,… it blinded the Nightmare, though only a moment.
Within moments, the sky grew dark, and a grin curled onto his face. It was then that sharp, needle-like teeth could be seen on the creature.
He watched as the Lions and other creatures (Namely Lions, of course,) stopped in their tracks, complaining about the sudden disappearance of the sun.
”Oh, and it was such a beautiful day, too. Now we can’t run around and chase butterflies and giggle and squeal,…”
He sneered and hissed as he spoke in his own tongue, before a the grin on his lips grew wider, and his eyes began to glow.
He watched from above, the goings on.
Even in the cloud-covered lands, lions still had fun.
He hissed.
”All so joyous,… So happy.” Shivers ran over his body. ”…How are they having any fun at all, living only off those dreams? Ahhhhh, I have much work to do,…”
The clouds disappeared from the sky, and cheers rolled over the grasslands in a happy chorus, from the Antelopes to the Zebras.
Some could hear the slight cackle in the wind.
Wait until Hollow,…
The Eve of the dead came all too soon. It seemed to be such a normal night,.. as the Sun would set and the moon would rise into the stars to light the sky.
Lions and others would roam about aimlessly, some tired, some wide awake… Others sobbing over silly, unimportant details (Usually love-life, it seemed,… That was a big crying matter to some…. And such a trivial thing..), the rest just trying to find something to do, something to interest them.
Morbid was quite the same.
All he wanted was to have a little ‘Fun’, play a few ‘Games’ with other lions. What would that hurt?
A slight hiss ripped over the lands, though went unnoticed by many.
A form emerged from the brush of the Forests edge… the form of the dark, Hell-birthed lion. As of now, He was the One, Morbid, who had the ability to change every detail of a lion’s life. Make their very nightmares come true,… every detail.
He had the ability to See those same nightmares, and twist them. Tweak even the slightest detail, so the dreamer would wake up screaming.
Only then to find that in front of them, stood their nightmare. In pure, matted flesh. Their opposite, their ‘anti’. Everything they never wanted.
His eyes narrowed slightly on his face, as his lips pulled back, his sharp, unnatural teeth bared once again to the world, though this time, for others to see.
”And so, the fun begins~”
Around him, the Earth darkened, and the elements disappeared into nothing.
With his laugh, The Nightmares began to sing and Dance, joining in on the 'Fun' the Pride Landers loved Oh-So-Much.
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It’s always been Ironic, really. Morbid’s story.
As a Human, he lived, hating his nightmares. He would wake up screaming, crying, sweating,… All he’d want was for his nightmares to leave him alone… Be gone forever, so he could live peacefully.
And yet, after he died, Nightmares became his source of Power, and his reason for ‘living’. He turned into a monster after death. One who ‘lived’ through his death, only to feed off of another being’s nightmares, watching as they would do much like he had when his heart beat within his chest. They would scream and thrash about in their sleep, and he would laugh.
It was his reason for ‘living’.
Making another’s life horrible, because no one ever tried to help him escape from his own nightmare, before it drove him from the world.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 10:07 am
I knew I forgot something.
It ends today but I'm gonna whip up something real quick. Hope its not too late.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 10:48 am
Before Death
Name: Yin-bug
Story Title: Doesn’t have one? XD
Notes: It probably sucks. Last minute thing. But I want to try. :3
Just because it has to do with my entry Lions in dreams mean
”Lions and tigers can link to anger and intimidation. That anger could be within you or within someone close to you. Think of any connection to situations involving bad tempers. Lions are also linked to great danger. They show you feeling the same kind of fear as if you bumped into a lion.”
It looks short but it was a page on my Micros soft word. XD
Submission Morbid wasn’t always a lion. Not at all.
He had past lives. Many of them, and in each once he always did something horrible. A lot of them were because of one of his lives he was accused of killing someone. And in each of his other lives he would have horrible nightmares. Sometimes they were so bad that he couldn’t sleep. In his dreams there was a lion. Whispering a langue that he didn’t understand but at the same time he knew what the lion was meaning to say. Each time it would be telling him to get revenge on those that did him wrong, get his revenge to those who killed him.
He wasn’t sure why this lion picked to go to him all of the time. But each time he started to get angrier and Angier, he didn’t know why he couldn’t sleep because of the nightmares. Sometimes they would start when he was a little boy some times when he was an adult. Every of his lives he would do something worse than the last. Stealing to mugging, fighting to killing, even killing himself some lives. But each time it got worse. His life before the current was very interesting. He had a family. He was a very happy man. That was until the nightmares started, and when he pulled off the worse crime. He killed the entire town he was in. His eyes a dream golden color. He was driven by something that wasn’t him.
He got attacked by a few trying to stop him they tried to burn his face stab him, a few cuts in places but he ended up mostly hurt on his face.
At the end of his rampage he sat out by the river, staring himself down. His one eye golden and the other red and swollen. He was in pain but he really didn’t notice it.
Soon he saw himself turn into the lion he seen so many times in his dreams and once more it started speaking. He killed so many, leaving others to live in pain in anger. He was getting angrier as he watched this listened to the lion speak that unknown language that he somehow understand.
Before he could speak he heard a roar, the lion jumping out of the water, but just his top half and pulling him down with him. That’s where he learned. Many of the people that he killed also had visions of the lion. The one that pulled him under, all of the ones he affected in his life had some vision of his dark black lion that was covered in tribal like clothing. He thought it was just another night mare until he woke up. He woke up in a dark land the area around him dark, stormy. He looked down and he had paws.
You see in all of his lives Morbid wasn’t that bad… Not at all. He was a good person. But that was until the lion came into his dreams. The lion was a sprit born into the world without a place to go. It was a very evil spirit and had no other place to go. Except for force its way into the living and it found its place.
It didn’t get the form it wanted, didn’t get the human form but it was not walking the earth. As a lion but he could still make some kind of havoc, even if that ment just through the lives of lions. It was satisfied with that.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:56 am
I would like to start off by saying both of the entries were really good. I really liked certain things about each of them, it was something I would have never expected.
Yin, when you mentioned his previous life before his current contained a family, I was intrigued. In all honesty, you could have based your story off of that one idea. I was all like ";n;" when you stopped talking about it xD!
And Rini, the language/voice you threw in there made the story, I loved it! I was also interested to see he was a human being before a lion with a somewhat normal life. And the details were fantastic.
So, with much thought, the winner of Morbid is Marinity :3 I hope you decide to keep that voice thing when you RP him too (which I expect a lot of >>; XD)
And Yin, because your story was also awesome, you get a custom from me for participating whee It can be anything except a cosplay or growing (and hopefully not too many edits >> wink XP
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