Post by Babu on Jul 20, 2017 0:45:16 GMT
"Nihil est sempiternum"
Nothing is forever
Hestia
"Goddess of health and agriculture"
Species
African Lion
Origin
Adopted OC (Banister)
Territory
Tropical Mountains
Pride/Clan
De Falsis Deis
Status
Queen
History
Hestia was a single cub, lacking siblings she was her mother's main focus in life. The moment you leave the womb, life is filled with innocence and ignorance, she knew not of what destiny awaited her. Hestia raised by her mother, Venus and father, Vulcan. Her teachings we at first, average things to know in life, Hestia was normal in her eyes. As she rose in age, not even breaching adulthood it was known now, who would be the queen for the next king of De Falsis Deis. They had many customs and they were dedicated, Hestia was loyal and as was her mother, so they respected the choice without hesitation. Hestia didn't quite react with overwhelming excitement, she treated such as a job and faced it without faltering. Diogenes, the next king had an obvious problem. The male was prone to anger fits and had a paranoia that would certainly cause troubles. However he was absolutely infatuated with her and she could see the fire that brimmed from his eyes, she felt responsible.
Outlandish rumors spread throughout their pride, it was said she was blessed by the ancient gods to quell Diogenes's 'illness'. Hestia was a realist, she didn't allow superstitions or speculations cloud her thoughts, she merely faced the present with an open mind. Only fools believed in powers, only fools trusted anything other than what the see, but that didn't mean Hestia was one-minded. She kept an open head, realistic but not in the way it was too stubborn to believe. Once it was clear she would become queen, her father was chased from his kingdom, Diogenes was far too uneasy with his presence. Oddly enough, this didn't sadden the young lioness. She accepted it because she knew she couldn't stop it and no point in dwelling on things against her power.
Venus focused more so on her daughter, practically a widow she had nothing else to do than polishing the soon to be queen. Hestia wasn't ignorant to death and combat, she had those things fastened in her mind. She had this way of thinking, "Nihil est sempiternum," and it helped her remain grounded. She fought the wars as much as any male lion, in fact, she was always on the front lines. Nothing seemed to daunt her and she hurled readily forward. Meletus had fallen in those very wars, immediately crowning them. They couldn't rejoice, for the battles had not been ended yet. During the most recent skirmish, Hestia had received a gruesome bite to her ankle. She had not realized the gravity of the wound, fighting even with such a limp till it had ended and still she brushed it off. With the war concluding, Hestia was at ease, she didn't even worry about the vile fester that began to ail her. Her leg was rotting and she could feel the poison seeping into her body. She would die. A certain peace washed over her, she was going to accept it but not Diogenes.
He refused to allow her to die, gripped with panic and desperation he chewed her leg off, fighting through the tear of flesh and the rancid taste of infection. Hestia had fainted during the immense pain, awakening to a stump. "Nihil est sempiternum," she told herself and accepted this too. Diogenes was fiercely protective of her after the incident, perhaps he didn't want another scare of losing her. It was sweet in its own way. During her recuperation, she birthed three sons. Hestia quite adores her family, she too doesn't want anything to ever happen to them. She continues to observe their progression and adds her wisdom when need be. Always she remembers, "Nihil est sempiternum."
Family Tree
Father
Vulcan
Mother
Venus
Sons
Zues, Baldr, Xerxes
Sample Post
The softest utterance of her steps resounded, her hobbling gait apparent but it was a wonder how she made limping look so dignified. She faced the yawning arch of her den, expression neutral with a firm lip, she seemed quite perturbed but it was rare for the queen to ever have a foul mood. Sangria doused fur was illuminated by the watchful eye of the son, lilac eyes sweeping the lions that worked effortlessly about their domain. Baldr's striking bronze pelt was distinguished in the distance, another familiar gold brand adjacent, the heir Zues. They were often near, the advisor and the heir and seeing them cooperate so well brought the gentlest of smiles to her lips. A husky, boyish draw stole her attention, the creamy pelt of Xerxes was obvious to the eye. He was fraternizing with the lioness again, it bothered he little but Diogenes wasn't fond of their third son. Hestia adored all her children, she adored Diogenes as well. It was her duty to protect them all.
Pivoting her neck, her violet gaze fastened upon the ghosting form of Diogenes, he too exited their den but it seemed his burning eyes were upon Xerxes. Irritation wafted from him like smoke from a fire and Hestia identified it immediately. Casually she passed through his line of version, cutting his sight from their third son almost as if unintentional.
"Salve rex," tranquil words carried out effortless, her lavender eyes snatching his gaze so it stared into the depths. She could see him lock and stiffen a bit, he was focused on her now. "Mind escorting me to drink?" she prompted with innocent redirection, her lips twirled into a fond smile. He agreed, perhaps thinking she needed help getting there. She leaned into his mass, allowing him to feel needed, replace the limb that was severed.
Nothing is forever
Hestia
"Goddess of health and agriculture"
Species
African Lion
Origin
Adopted OC (Banister)
Territory
Tropical Mountains
Pride/Clan
De Falsis Deis
Status
Queen
History
Hestia was a single cub, lacking siblings she was her mother's main focus in life. The moment you leave the womb, life is filled with innocence and ignorance, she knew not of what destiny awaited her. Hestia raised by her mother, Venus and father, Vulcan. Her teachings we at first, average things to know in life, Hestia was normal in her eyes. As she rose in age, not even breaching adulthood it was known now, who would be the queen for the next king of De Falsis Deis. They had many customs and they were dedicated, Hestia was loyal and as was her mother, so they respected the choice without hesitation. Hestia didn't quite react with overwhelming excitement, she treated such as a job and faced it without faltering. Diogenes, the next king had an obvious problem. The male was prone to anger fits and had a paranoia that would certainly cause troubles. However he was absolutely infatuated with her and she could see the fire that brimmed from his eyes, she felt responsible.
Outlandish rumors spread throughout their pride, it was said she was blessed by the ancient gods to quell Diogenes's 'illness'. Hestia was a realist, she didn't allow superstitions or speculations cloud her thoughts, she merely faced the present with an open mind. Only fools believed in powers, only fools trusted anything other than what the see, but that didn't mean Hestia was one-minded. She kept an open head, realistic but not in the way it was too stubborn to believe. Once it was clear she would become queen, her father was chased from his kingdom, Diogenes was far too uneasy with his presence. Oddly enough, this didn't sadden the young lioness. She accepted it because she knew she couldn't stop it and no point in dwelling on things against her power.
Venus focused more so on her daughter, practically a widow she had nothing else to do than polishing the soon to be queen. Hestia wasn't ignorant to death and combat, she had those things fastened in her mind. She had this way of thinking, "Nihil est sempiternum," and it helped her remain grounded. She fought the wars as much as any male lion, in fact, she was always on the front lines. Nothing seemed to daunt her and she hurled readily forward. Meletus had fallen in those very wars, immediately crowning them. They couldn't rejoice, for the battles had not been ended yet. During the most recent skirmish, Hestia had received a gruesome bite to her ankle. She had not realized the gravity of the wound, fighting even with such a limp till it had ended and still she brushed it off. With the war concluding, Hestia was at ease, she didn't even worry about the vile fester that began to ail her. Her leg was rotting and she could feel the poison seeping into her body. She would die. A certain peace washed over her, she was going to accept it but not Diogenes.
He refused to allow her to die, gripped with panic and desperation he chewed her leg off, fighting through the tear of flesh and the rancid taste of infection. Hestia had fainted during the immense pain, awakening to a stump. "Nihil est sempiternum," she told herself and accepted this too. Diogenes was fiercely protective of her after the incident, perhaps he didn't want another scare of losing her. It was sweet in its own way. During her recuperation, she birthed three sons. Hestia quite adores her family, she too doesn't want anything to ever happen to them. She continues to observe their progression and adds her wisdom when need be. Always she remembers, "Nihil est sempiternum."
Family Tree
Father
Vulcan
Mother
Venus
Sons
Zues, Baldr, Xerxes
Sample Post
The softest utterance of her steps resounded, her hobbling gait apparent but it was a wonder how she made limping look so dignified. She faced the yawning arch of her den, expression neutral with a firm lip, she seemed quite perturbed but it was rare for the queen to ever have a foul mood. Sangria doused fur was illuminated by the watchful eye of the son, lilac eyes sweeping the lions that worked effortlessly about their domain. Baldr's striking bronze pelt was distinguished in the distance, another familiar gold brand adjacent, the heir Zues. They were often near, the advisor and the heir and seeing them cooperate so well brought the gentlest of smiles to her lips. A husky, boyish draw stole her attention, the creamy pelt of Xerxes was obvious to the eye. He was fraternizing with the lioness again, it bothered he little but Diogenes wasn't fond of their third son. Hestia adored all her children, she adored Diogenes as well. It was her duty to protect them all.
Pivoting her neck, her violet gaze fastened upon the ghosting form of Diogenes, he too exited their den but it seemed his burning eyes were upon Xerxes. Irritation wafted from him like smoke from a fire and Hestia identified it immediately. Casually she passed through his line of version, cutting his sight from their third son almost as if unintentional.
"Salve rex," tranquil words carried out effortless, her lavender eyes snatching his gaze so it stared into the depths. She could see him lock and stiffen a bit, he was focused on her now. "Mind escorting me to drink?" she prompted with innocent redirection, her lips twirled into a fond smile. He agreed, perhaps thinking she needed help getting there. She leaned into his mass, allowing him to feel needed, replace the limb that was severed.