#werelions

[siphonyx]

[jade-frankenstein]

Leona Jacobson, the werelion warrior

Here's my OC, Leona Jacobson, the werelion warrior in her human form and then her werelion form.

Go here: Leona Jacobson (Human)

And then also here: Leona Jacobson (Werelion)

Created using Hero Forge

[onespacedown]

Terrible paranormal romance plot of the day: a werelion and a weretigress fall in love, but theirs is a forbidden love. Not because of racism, but because wereligers, being absolutely huge, stand out way too much, and their existence threatens the masquerade.

[thepaintedkat]

I’ve been making some flag for my shifter clans. Here are two if the 19 I made this past weekend. My world building has been coming along so much better now that I’m using World Anvil. #shifterromance #shifterclans #werewolves #werelions #worldbuilding #clanflags #worldbuildingart #art #love (at Richmond, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_fu6kEnLsz/?igshid=13fojcouxeud7

[cdgorri]

Thinking of writing a lion pride series! I mean this guy needs a book #lionshifters 💗💗💗#ShifterMates #FatedMates #Lions #Werelions #cdgorribooks 🐾🐾🐾 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3C-Hh_gyDj/?igshid=1dd2hm19nghgl

[braincoins]

           “Now, let’s pretend a human hurt Slaen here.” The cubs laughed. “No, no, be serious. It can happen.” They frowned. “Some humans are Hunters, and they are specially trained to kill any animal-souled people they find. Even lion-souled.”

           “But if we’re stronger and faster, how can they kill us?” Leine asked.

           “They’re very clever, and they know that lion-souled people are weak against silver.” Everyone sucked in a breath. “So, let’s pretend that a Hunter somehow managed to kill Slaen.”

           At the phrase, Slaen grabbed his chest and collapsed to the ground in exaggerated death throes. A chorus of giggles spawned, but Shiro didn’t hush them this time. “Very dramatic, thank you.” He looked back to the group. “How would you feel?”

           There was a chorus of “Angry!” and “Sad!” and the like from the cubs. “Dead!” Slaen piped up from his spot on the ground.

           “Hey, the dead can’t talk!” Issere protested, folding her arms indignantly.

           “Okay, settle down. What would you want to do to the Hunter who killed Slaen?”

           “Kill ‘em!” the cubs all roared immediately.

           “Right. You’d be vengeful, yeah?” The cubs roared their affirmation. “You’d stop at nothing to find the one responsible. Well, imagine if you killed a Hunter you didn’t have to. How do you think they’d feel?” The cubs fidgeted as the realization hit them.

           He continued, “Lion-souls kill only when they have to. That’s how the hunt goes, and that’s how it is with humans, too. You shouldn’t kill if you don’t need to. If you cause a human enough pain, they’ll stop coming after you. It will let you escape so you can come back to the pride and not bring trouble with you. It will also buy the pride time to regroup and perhaps move on while that Hunter recovers. Remember: a wounded enemy has to be looked after; a slain enemy has to be avenged. Got it?” There were solemn nods all around.

Lion Soul, chapter 1  a collaboration by @braincoins & @yliseryn art by Yliseryn

[braincoins]

Quick cute Lion Soul sketch from my co-creator @yliseryn!!!!

[braincoins]

The World of Lion Soul

Well, it’s that time of the year, kiddies! ‘Tis the season and all that! So, let’s talk about DEATH.

If you have something you want to know about “Lion Soul” - my collaboration with the awesome (and perpetually-swamped) @yliseryn - feel free to ask! World of Lion Soul posts go up every World-Building Wednesday! And if no one asks me stuff, then I just babble about whatever I want. Like I’m doing today.

Next post goes up Wednesday, December 6!

The prides view death as just another part of life. The deceased is buried, mostly for health reasons. Well, and to keep any animals or humans - like Hunters - from disturbing the remains. Mostly the Hunters, really. If the animals want to feast on the corpse, well, that's just the CIRRRRCLE OF LIIIIIIIIIIIIFE.

After the grave is dug, the body is interred (no coffin, of course), and a death-lily is planted at the head of the grave to mark it. Death-lilies come in a variety of colors, but most often white, yellow, and blue (purple is the next most common; it’s rare to find red or orange shades, but they do exist). The plants are hardy perennials, tough to kill. They flower in late summer or early autumn.

The grave is also marked with a possession of the deceased’s. For example, say someone has died who was one of the pride’s hunters. Their bow symbolizes their importance to the pride, and maybe they had a dagger they were especially proud of. The blade would be removed from the dagger hilt (as metal is harder to come by for the prides) and the bow would be unstrung. The bow and blade would be repurposed (usually given to a child, partner, or family member), but the bowstring might be wrapped around the hilt and stuck in the ground near the death-lily. Basically, the flower indicates that this is a grave; the memento(s) indicate(s) whose grave it is.

Another tradition is to use “families” of death-lilies for family members. For example, Allura’s mother, Aetheria, died and was buried. Alfor will presumably die before Allura, being older than she is. So when Allura dies, the prides will try to get a cutting from either her mother or her father’s death-lily (whichever one is closest to them at the time) to plant on her grave. Thus there is still a connection to them, even in death.

Everyone mourns differently, but it’s common to have a get-together (it’s hard to call it a “party”) after a death to reminisce about the recently-departed. The prides try to remember the deceased as they were when they lived. They celebrate that person’s life as they mourn their death.