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« on: January 22, 2011, 12:30:07 am »
Hi guys C: This is a story featuring my main char, Omaha. It is based off a role play that happened in IT. Parts of it have been changed for artistic purposes. Starting off with two chapters since they're rather short, then will add another chapter now and then. Hope you guys like~
The Path the Devil Dances by RingoLuver
The Devil, Maybe?
I was the odd ball in the family. More than the oddball, actually, according to my parents. Just weeks after I was born, they deeply believed I was some sort of demon, or possessed by an evil force out of their control. Let me tell you now, I am no such thing. I am just a lion. A lion with the darkest of all hearts and the most evil (and perhaps intelligent) of all minds.
Back to my childhood. My own parents feared me after a month. They tried disciplining me, but I only grew more harsh. They adored my brother, Glam. He was just like them- sort, sweet, and kind-hearted. He even looked like them too- black coat, blue underfur, and light blue eyes. I, on the other hand, inherited some ancient trait of red underfur and dark brown eyes. Though my coat was still black, I looked nothing like them. I'm almost sure they thought I was not their own cub when I was first born.
They always yelled at me, "Why can't you be more like your brother?!" I would always misbehave, wandering off and not listening. Their yelling only made things worse. Eventually I couldn't help but become jealous of Glam, and hateful of my parents. Glam was the 'perfect' one. The 'normal' one.
As I grew older, I went from violent to solitary. I stayed home while they hunted; I hunted while they stayed home. This helped nothing. I hated seeing them together- happy.
Oh, did I forget to mention something? I was born with a different name. I dare not speak it- it reminds me too much of my horrible past. I renamed myself Omaha- my father called me this when he chased me out of the home. It means devil-like creature in... somewhere. I took it as my name because it just fit.
After he chased me off, I swore that was not the last they would see of me. And it wasn't. Only two months later, with my mane half grown in, I invaded. My mother was the first to go. I killed her in one bite; she was completely caught off guard. My father attacked me, and chased me into the forest. But I killed him too. I returned to my old den to see Glam cowering in the corner. I went to end his life, but he was swift, and escaped. To this day I still quest to find and kill him. But then I discovered something else to do.
Strangers
One day, on my quest to find and kill Glam, I found myself in a new land. It was strange- large groups of lions living together, socializing, flirting. It was all so new to me. I'd grown up in a place where only family members lived together. But here, it didn't matter who was who. Everyone talked to everyone else, lived with everyone else.
I approached the land cautiously, staying a safe distance away, lurking in the shadows. I brought myself near a group cliqued together under a large tree. I listened.
"Yeah, I was watching him hunt the other day. Pretty good," said a female with beige fur.
"I guess, but he doesn't seem all that friendly. Instead of saying 'hi' he just sort of mumbles," said another with neon orange fur.
"Maybe he's just shy."
"Perhaps."
The conversations between all the lions on like this. All of them. Simple, boring, and stupid. Everyone acted like.. flowers! I couldn't stand it any longer and ran to a nearby pond. These lions had no brains. They were so average, so typical. I felt like an outcast. Not that that was a bad thing. I liked being different, seeming smart. What did these lions do with their lives? Eat, sleep, chat? How utterly boring!
Then it came to me. They were practically begging for someone to rule them. And that someone would be me. I would take over their lands, destroy all resistance, and make them all my slaves. It would be a kingdom of darkness, dread, and starvation.
But how would I do this? I did not know. All that I knew was that I would have to take over this world. That was why I was brought here.
So for the next few months, I slowly tried to take over, land by land. The more quiet lands with lower populations were easy to take. I encountered a few significant lions, but they were either killed or ran off. Only a handful joined me, but I told them to guard that specific land. Slowly I grew in power. My name was known. My name was feared. My name was mumbled like a curse under the shadows of the trees. But I found it nearly impossible to take over the highly populated lands, when they all decided to work together to resist me. I realized I could not increase my territory without help. But who to choose? All the others were too weak and normally very stupid. I tried going after a few that where nearly as anti-social as me, but that was the problem. There were so anti-social that they couldn't communicate.
It seemed my attempts at completely taking over were failing. I was becoming depressed and was exhausted. I eventually stopped trying to take over the bigger lands. just kind of hung around in the shadows, glaring at those that came close. No one approached me. I was alone. I thought that it was time to try and find Glam again. I was about to do this until I met someone.
Preview for next: Omaha meets someone. xD