YOU TAUGHT ME THE COURAGE OF STARS / open, joining

MASON. · Jul 17th 2017

Mason had once been a normal young boy, aspiring to someday be a crafter. His occupation would be ironic, considering that his name was "Mason", but that was the direction that he wanted to take in life. Building things stretched his brain and challenged him. He had always been good with tools, and even as a boy, he knew how to weld and build things because of how his father taught him. As for his hometown, it was small, though it held far bigger memories. There were endless trees and mountains and rivers, many of which he used to navigate and explore as if it were his own backyard. Nature gave him sanctuary. It was a beauty to behold. Never in a million years would he think it possible for him to be apart of it, though.

The transformation had occurred more than a year ago. The young boy had been out exploring in the backwoods when he had dropped to his knees, a surging and growing pain overcoming him. Mason screamed and tore at the fallen leaves that blanketed the ground, clinging onto consciousness. It had slipped through his fingers. After what felt like hours, Mason had woken up, though he didn't wake up to hands. He woke up to paws. Giant paws. After taking a look into his reflection, he saw two almond-shaped eyes, whiskers, and a large mane. This couldn't be real, he told himself. It had to be a dream. Alas, it wasn't, and Mason had no idea what to do. Nowhere to turn to. That's when he stumbled across unfamiliar territory, and he was taken in by a couple that was willing to raise him and teach him the ways of the clans.

Mason, having spent all this time out in the wild, was now ready to explore beyond the borders of his small clan. He wanted to see what more this world had to offer. So, he had left, and now found himself on the borders of the Sanctuary. The adult lion was hulking in size, a bit larger than average, though he was a handsome fellow. His olive green optics were gentle, and nothing dangerous like his outside appearance suggested. He had a long, black mane, and it was silky like human hair. Mason bore no scars, though his paws and pads seemed calloused and rough from months of training and hunting. He was a beautiful creature, though like everyone, he had his flaws. It was just a matter of seeing past them.

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APPLE · Jul 18th 2017

thats the worst part, when everything around them fades out, turns black as consciousness flees their mind. nothing good ever comes from blacking out, in the youth's humble opinion, because they never know what they're waking up to, or from. maybe nightmares that will leave them scared silly, goosebumps iced over their arms and legs and sweat damp across their forehead. if not those, then possibly bill, come to keep them quiet once and for all. heck, even stirring awake from the catacombs of what is meant to be eternal slumber is a possibility in this twisted world. no, they never know what to expect when the lights go out.

there's a boy on the border. he's toned and muscular with a healthy mane... a lion at its prime, a threat to those smaller than he, but the way he holds himself hints at a friendly interior lining his rough exterior. tiny paws will drag across earthen loam as the child pushes out from beneath the undergrowth that carpets the grounds. a shot of gold eyes will continue to stab at him, looking for signs of hostility, as they offer a smile, obviously at ease in their environment, "ah, hello! this is the sanctuary; do you need something?"

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ZENON -- · Jul 18th 2017

A scent had caught the attention of a lion. A rather large lion, as he could finally see the beast. The African wild dog shivered at the sight. He hadn't seen a lion since his incarceration, and when he had killed the old beast, but not without being left the gruesome scar the had plagued his muzzle. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad of an interaction. Placing on his mask, the dog began to trek forward.

The masked wild dog made his way up the broad lion. Luckily for Zenon, the lion had not been that much bigger than he was, which put him a bit more at ease with the interaction. Trying not to come off as hostile, the wild dog took off his mask, revealing his scar yet a small smile on his face, trying to be more friendly then he may of come off as.

"Hello, stranger. My name is Zenon. It's nice to meet another non-domestic animal, like you."

The African wild dog introduced himself, sitting down and scratching his ear with his hind paw, before standing back up, his tail swaying slightly. He turned his head to Frisk,his toxic eyes wondering the same thing. Did this lion need something?

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