Lytosmoae, the
Family
Father: King Otargmoae
Grandfather: King Moaeri, the Demon King
Uncle: Mortieo
Adopted Mother: Tai-Luhatia
Adopted Father: Kianmoro
Adopted Sisters: Iris River and Dark Summer
Adopted Brothers: White Briar and Carmnserro
Brother: Mijeliao
Mate: TBA
Cubs: TBA
Physical Info
Large Build
Thick Mane
Standard Coat
Race: Southern (Some mix)
Golden Eyes
Black(/Dark Gray) Coat
Black Mane
Silvery Under Markings
Has a few scars, namely from rough sparring with his brother and Kian.
Personal Info
Name Means: "Dark Tide"
Name Pronounced: leye-tohs-moh-ah-ee
Nickname: Lytos
Class: Warrior (Unknown to anyone: Royal)
Rank: NA
Position: Wanderer
Childhood Friends: Mio-Eit and Mar-Berkona
Childhood Best Friend: Arlan
Close Friends(as adult): Whitethorn, Callum, Hawk Wings,
Best Friend(as adult): Arlan
Rival(s):
Mentor: Kianmoro namely
Mentor to: somewhat his adopted brothers
Background Story
Father: King Otargmoae
Grandfather: King Moaeri, the Demon King
Uncle: Mortieo
Adopted Mother: Tai-Luhatia
Adopted Father: Kianmoro
Adopted Sisters: Iris River and Dark Summer
Adopted Brothers: White Briar and Carmnserro
Brother: Mijeliao
Mate: TBA
Cubs: TBA
Physical Info
Large Build
Thick Mane
Standard Coat
Race: Southern (Some mix)
Golden Eyes
Black(/Dark Gray) Coat
Black Mane
Silvery Under Markings
Has a few scars, namely from rough sparring with his brother and Kian.
Personal Info
Name Means: "Dark Tide"
Name Pronounced: leye-tohs-moh-ah-ee
Nickname: Lytos
Class: Warrior (Unknown to anyone: Royal)
Rank: NA
Position: Wanderer
Childhood Friends: Mio-Eit and Mar-Berkona
Childhood Best Friend: Arlan
Close Friends(as adult): Whitethorn, Callum, Hawk Wings,
Best Friend(as adult): Arlan
Rival(s):
Mentor: Kianmoro namely
Mentor to: somewhat his adopted brothers
Background Story
Homecoming
The cream colored lion sat waiting near a small stream. He knew the land well, even though he had long hoped to forget about it. For decades he had spent his life trying to forget about it, doing anything he could to avoid bringing up those memories of it. Mortieo, a great and mighty General of his sacred order simply known as the Brotherhood, wished he could be anywhere else at that moment, but he could not ignore the cry for help from an old friend. For that reason, and that alone did he now stand on the border of the land he once called home, the land of his birth.
Mortieo kept his senses fully alert as he heard the approaching foot steps. Three lions? It was only meant to be ‘Lia! His instincts screamed at him that it was a trap. His clan, when he left it, was led by a cruel king, who had undoubtedly taught his heir to be equally as cruel. However, Mortieo did not fear death, or anything that he could face within the clan. He had already seen and survived everything that old king could throw at him.
When Mortieo finally saw the lions who approached, their numbers dropped to just two. Two males, one adorned with the symbols of a Royal Guard member, the other wearing the symbols of a king. Mortieo tensed up once realizing it was the clan’s king he would be meeting with, and not his friend. “You are among friends, General,” the king spoke calmly, sensing the cream male’s nervousness. He sat down, facing Mortieo. The Royal Guard remained standing. “I’m glad you came, despite your personal feelings towards our clan. I don’t know if you remember me or not, but I always remembered you, brother.”
“Otarg?” Mortieo gasped. Otargmoae had been a young cub when Mortieo left the clan. Otarg was heir to the king’s throne, but more importantly, he was Mortieo’s baby brother. Mortieo came expecting few from his time to still be alive, for few lions had lived as long as him, at least in the current age.
“So you do remember,” Otarg smiled. The smile went away quickly. “We don’t have time to reminisce, I’m afraid. I need your help, brother.”
“What exactly do you need from me?” Mortieo questioned, almost in a growl.
“You know as well as I do why our father became who he was,” Otarg started. “It was his father’s, but more importantly, the clan’s opinion of him, when they refused to accept him. He went mad, and that madness drove him to cruelty. ‘Ti, to him, you and your mother were the only things good left in the clan, and for a while, your mother thought that would be enough to save him from himself. We both know how wrong that was, and what price you paid for that error. None the less, the blame only started with him. The clan was at fault too, and I fear that something similar may happen soon, with my own sons.”
The Royal Guard left when the king was done speaking, and soon came back with a little ball of fur dangling from his jaws, and a lioness also carrying a cub. Even in the dark of the night, Mortieo was able to make out the colors of the cubs. One was rather normal colored, various creams and tans. The other, however, had a pelt that almost blended in with the night. The lioness, as Mortieo noted, was Otarg’s mate. She’s been crying. Tear stains were painfully obvious on her face.
“Ti, please, whatever your personal feelings, I need you to do me this one favor, if I can even dare to ask it of you,” Otarg continued, he too holding sadness in his eyes. “Take them, take them far from here, where no one will know from who’s blood they were born of. I can’t, I won’t watch as my son becomes our father in the eyes of the clan. I don’t want him to grow up questioning if he can ever hold goodness in his heart. I will not let him be tormented by the cruel words of the clan like our father was. So please, I beg you brother, take them. We’ve already planned to tell the clan that our cubs have died. They are our youngest, and likely our last cubs.”
“Otarg…” Mortieo didn’t know how to respond. His brother had gone through the trouble to track him down and bring him there, the least he could do was this. “I will find someone to take care of them.”
The queen then passed off the little dark cub to Mortieo. “Be good for your uncle, my Chezeit,” she whispered to the cub. “I will always love you.” The queen’s words nearly broke Mortieo, for his mother had spoken those same words to him, and they were the last he ever heard from her. His most painful memories began surfacing in his mind, but he suppressed them. He had a duty to these cubs now, and they needed a new home immediately. He and the Royal Guard, who was carrying the other cub still, started to walk away.
“May the Stars ever guide your path, my sons,” was the last thing Mortieo heard his brother say. “Goodbye, brother. May we walk among the Stars together soon.”
Goodbye, Otarg, Mortieo responded with his thoughts, projecting them into his brother’s.
They made haste, continuing through the night and into the morning, Mortieo in the lead. He only stopped when he was far from the clan, and when the scent of a different pride now filled his nostrils. It was a familiar scent that drew him there. One rather particularly stubborn member of his order who was under his command lived there, for the moment, with a pride of wanderers, who were certain to have some lioness with young cubs.
Mortieo approached a lioness, who was sleeping next to a male. Her scent was covered by many others. He set the cub down before her. “Hello Diana,” he spoke.
The lioness woke, startled by Mortieo’s voice. She looked at him for a moment, then the Royal Guard, and then at the cubs who now laid at her paws. “What is the meaning of this, Ti?” she demanded. “Who’s cubs are these?”
“They are orphans,” Mortieo responded. “I know your pride, Diana, and I know you. You’re the only one I could think of to take them to.” He then turned around to walk away. The Royal Guard was already preparing to leave.
“Ti, explain, please!” Diana questioned, concern lacing her sweet voice. “Please, tell me what happened. What did you do?”
“I went home,” was all the General could reply with. He then walked away, guiding the Royal Guard member back to the clan.
For part of the way, the two males remained silent. The Royal Guard’s face was speaking a thousand words, however. It irritated Mortieo too, as he preferred to just get any personal feelings aside. And so he stopped dead in his tracks. The Royal Guard stopped too, Mortieo turning to face him. “What is your problem with me?” he growled.
“You are my problem, Ti,” the Royal Guard spoke. “You’re just going to slip back away into wilds when we get back.”
“And what’s so wrong with that,” Mortieo smirked. “And why do you speak as if you know me.”
“I’ve heard the stories about you, General,” the Royal Guard replied. “They say you’re one of the greatest Kachezdaira, and that you were mentor to General Florozdeza, possibly the greatest there has ever been. I heard Day Dreamer don’t forget anything, but I guess they were wrong, old friend. Then again, the friend I knew, the Mortieo I knew, would never abandon his clan.”
“I’m old and I don’t have time for games.”
“Then look into my eyes and see for yourself who I am,” the Royal Guard stated. There was a seriousness about him that the General had only seen once before. He knew exactly who this lion was.
“I don’t need to, ‘Lia,” Mortieo sighed. “And you’ll only ever hear me say this once, but I’m sorry I left you. I didn’t have a choice. My mother made it for me.”
“Ti, before you just disappear again, you need to understand something,” Lia told him. “You have no idea what Otarg did for you, and in your name. He killed your father, years after you were gone, when he was strong enough to. Your father, he did unspeakable things to your mother after she betrayed him by making you leave, but he kept her alive. Perhaps that was the cruelest part about it too. Finally, he grew tired of it, though, and that’s when Otarg killed him, trying to protect your mother, only for his mother to kill her. He took the throne, banished his mother, and your aunts who were loyal to Moaeri. He then spent years looking for you, not knowing if you were alive or dead, or what to say to you if he did find you. I’m telling you this because he can’t, and I know you need to hear it.” Lia then looked away for a moment. “I can find my way home from here, and I know you will not come with me, so this is goodbye, Ti,” Lia finished. He then continued walking, in the direction of the clan.
Mortieo, on the outside, seemed unfazed by what Lia had told him. On the inside though, he was scrambling to keep himself together. He had lived a long life. He had loved and he had lost. He saw battles and wars, fought in a few himself. He’d seen friends come and go. Nothing he had been through compared to guilt, the pain, and the sadness in his heart at that moment, however. “Goodbye, Lia,” he whispered to the wind. His friend was long gone, and he was alone.