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(Prompt) The night was calm, the wind lay still and the sky was clear, shining brightly with a blanket of stars... Kings that watch something unfold that has always been. Tonight there seemed to be something breaking the silence with roars and raising of dust in the air, Enemies old as time, a Pridelander and an Outlander were meeting here in battle! Flashes of black and white in the dust and the metallic scent of blood. The noise and the displays of size and might, attracted the attention of onlookers or perhaps more trouble for both sides. A pair of Nightplainers had spotted the fight from a slight distance, blood always attracts them. From a different direction, two striped Rogues had came to investigate the commotion with caution. A startled Elephant Ran away from the fight with a deep groan and flared ears, which only added to the chaos in it's own way...Or.. Was it a lion that charged away?
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This is what happens next! Username: Mountain Dew Cookie Preferences: 6, 1, 4, 3, 5 , 2, 7 Response:
The night had started out calm and quiet. Stars sparkled and twinkled through the cracks of clouds that seemed to gather around the moon to cover the gorgeous rock, blocking it from view. Soon most of the stars would be hard to see through the rolling clouds as they took center stage in the once calm night sky.
But something was stirring. Something was happening that'd soon disturb the calm of the night.
Almost as if it were a scene from some famous movie - It began to rain. At first it was slow and steady, then it began to pick up with a quiet rumble followed by a few bright flashes. Soon enough mighty roars were heard as claws and teeth began to clash with a blur of black and white fur. A fight had broke out between the two old enemies - A Pride Lander (4) and an Out Lander (2) .
Nearby, another pelt of black and white (1) picked up on the smell of fresh blood. Fresh, fresh blood - Perhaps this could be the next meal brought home to their pride. Or perhaps a show for him to watch. And thus he took to the bushes nearby to watch closely. But unfortunate for him another Nightplain (5) lion had approached, mistaking the hidden pelt for an enemy and thus invoked a fight between his own comrade.
Now what was supposed to be a calm stroll in the clear night became a soggy one. With a sigh of distress, the rogue lioness (3) trudged through the now muddy plains. The scent of blood caused her awareness to pick up ten fold, ears perking as she sniffed and wondered what could be the cause. Such a brightly colored pelt at this hour was bound to be noticeable, oh dear. And so she hunkered down to the ground and attempted to remain out of sight. Though this almost caused her to be trampled by an elephant --
Or was -- Was that a giant lion fleeing the scene? (7)
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2026 10:33 am
This is what happens next! Username:Moxxiie Preferences:7 5 1 2 4 3 6 Response:
With her sensitive ears, the elephant could hear everything, every little detail from the fight. She heard the claws ripping flesh, teeth snapping closed on the air or even worse, into the meat of their opponent. She tried to shut out the noise by closing her ears over each other but it was no use. The growls and roars could still be heard even then. She looked around for somewhere to hide, just in case their rivalry towards each other gave them a big appetite and they decided that elephant was on the menu. The only problem was, there was seldom anywhere for an elephant to hide. The only thing she could do was run and hope they didn't catch the scent of fear on the wind, as she was definitely dripping with it. She had gotten separated from her herd so hiding amongst the larger elephants wasn't an option. She had been distracted by some curious looking insects when the herd had moved on. She hoped that maybe someone had missed her and might come back looking for her, but once she noticed they had moved on, she started to panic. She'd ventured away from the curious bugs looking for them, but the lions fighting had caught her attention. She thought she could just stay a safe distance and watch until it dawned on her that it might not be such a safe distance after all. She wasn't sure which way to run except away, so she turned and moved as quickly as her short stubby legs would take her. She was still growing, no longer a calf, but not quite adult yet. It was the brazen teen stage that gave her just enough confidence to venture away from the herd but also enough caution not to wander too far. Too bad that didn't matter when something distracted her long enough.
This is what happens next! Username: I--LiveWire--I Preferences:1,2,3,5,6,4,7 Response:
He prowled through the tall dry grasses with grace and silence that belied his size. His keen eyes seemed to glitter as the stars above as he watched and listened for the sounds of something or someone to be his next meal. Then the peaceful night sounds were torn apart by the familiar sounds of combat. His head snapped instantly in the direction of the origin of the commotion. The roars he could hear made it clear to be a lion on lion conflict. He ignored the smaller prey that had been spooked and had begun to flee away from the combat. He very probably could have taken one down as it ran past him hidden among the moonlight dappled grasses, but he saw a much better and tastier potential option open to him now. He picked up the pace but did not forgo his stealth entirely. The closer he got the more the scent of blood seemed to taunt him and as he drew to a stop to survey the scene before him he licked his lips eagerly. He scanned the fighting pair and those that were fleeing or much like him had been drawn in for whatever reason. His eyes gleaming with excitement as his mind mulled over the options here. He outright decided to stay out of the main battle directly. He was no fool and while he was confident in his combat ability, he knew himself to not be of a size and power to end either of the large males quickly if at all. He sized up the other lions that had been drawn in and assessed the one he felt most confident in beating even if his stealth was lost. A young looking lioness rouge who he was sure would taste amazing. Padding a silent circle in the moon-bathed grass around the gathering he locked in on her and in a moment he was sure she was completely locked in on the ongoing conflict. He struck fast and viciously from behind hoping to take her down quick and clean but prepared to have to fight her to the bitter end.
Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2026 8:01 pm
This is what happens next! Username: VinceShambles Preferences: 4, 6, 2, 1, 3, 7, 5 Response:
He had no choice, as the Pridelanders were quite prideful of their reputation and always came to bat when their honor was insulted. This good for nothing Outlander was making a mockery of the Pridelanders name and honor, and there had to be a price to pay. This pridelander had a long flowing mane and fur, he, usually was much too beautiful to participate in manners of brute strength. However, with no other Pridelanders around, he knew, he wouldn't have it in his heart to return home knowing he had let a rowdy Nightplains lion defile the colony name.
He bared his teeth, against the opposing black and white Nightplains lion. In a different world, they could have been siblings, friends. But here, today, they would be rivals, fighting for honor, and for glory. In the next moment, he leaped towards his opponent, his teeth sharp, but claws sharper.
He could hear the sounds, before he felt it. Terrible tearing noises, then sudden sharp pain. There was mutual inflictions of wounds. Driven into a frenzy, there was no other choice but to continue, until it was all over. There was spectators after all..other lions, lionesses, and an elephant. Surely...they would know the events that had transpired and could carry on, the legacy and will of this Pridelander bravely defending his colony's honor. He hoped...it would stay a one against one fight and that others wouldn't join in and ruin the chivalry of battle.
Afterwards, he lay on the ground panting, covered in blood, some his own, some not. The other lion lay out of arms reach, in a similar state. He pondered to himself "Was this way of life....natural? Ought they to make better use of their ferocity, their talent, and lead a life more beautiful? After all, all I longed for, was to lead a beautiful life." He looked at his long mane, now tattered and shredded and shed a tear, almost in regret. His vision began to fade.
