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Many seasons ago, long before twolegs ever erected their dens, back when LionClan and TigerClan still roamed the forest, the Sun was present in the land SunClan would one day come to call their own. In some ways, things weren't so different as they were now, for these cats worshiped the very same Sun, and hated the very same Moon. Places such Ceremony Springs, with its blood red waters, and the rock, where so many would one day be killed my Dragonswrath's mentor still existed, virtually unchanged by time. In other instances, the differences couldn't be more obvious. For the trees hadn't yet grown, the area a vast, sunlit plain, only a few trees to it's name, the gorge a mere river meandering through the land, and the clans of today were nonexistent.
Even the Sun God was different. For in this day and age, he presented himself a far larger being, a mane of fur and flame wreathing around his head like that of the lions. This, however, was a difference merely of appearance. The chaotic being, truly, had changed little over time, for he was just as vibrant a creature, mischievous, powerful, and wise as he guided the Sun worshipers of the land.
Today, as fate would have it, the deity would meet with a certain tom who would have the rare opportunity of knowing both these ancient times and the rebirth of the Sun God's worship in a new day and age. The Sun God himself lounged on the dark rock of the springs, heat rising up from the earth to warm the air around him as he observed the red waters. As he liked to imagine it, the water had been turned such a color by the blood of his enemies, though, truly, it had been red long before any cat had settled the land.
Even this far back, Meliodas lived. The tom was much younger, just turning the age of an apprentice. Even at this age though, he was one of the strongest cubs, and one of the most defiant. The tom had a knack for pissing others off as it seemed. As he approached the springs, a dark smile crossed his face. He was violent and irrational, having made quite the name for himself as a troublemaker. When he noticed the sun god, all he saw was another lion to piss off, someone to try to intimidate. As he settled on the edge of the spring, his eyes scanned the much larger tom.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 24, 2018 13:15:21 GMT -5
There was a twinkle to the deity's burning gaze as Meliodas neared. He could see the tom's intentions clear as day, and, truly, he wondered what sort of plan the cat had to try and force his paw. Maybe he'd manage, maybe the Sun God would simply kill him where he stood if he got too boring. All the same, the large cat hoped for a show, and he leaned forward ever so slightly, his eyes locking on to the cub and a dangerous smile of his own appearing. "Is there something you needed, little one?" He purred, his tone it's own warning. It reverberated with a power that thrummed in the air, one that would cause any sane cat to pause and consider the origins of.
Instead of cowering away like any other sane cub would do, Meliodas puffed out his chest and held his head high. “Mmm. I dunno. If I did, I would get it myself.” His green eyes shimmered with foolish defiance, a proud smirk plastered to his muzzle. He was the strong big brother, and the leader of the cubs. He wasn’t going to allow himself to be pushed around by some older lion.
"Oh, you would, would you? You're a touch too tiny, I think, to really be able to do much." The deity countered with ease, still mostly unbothered for the moment, as if Meliodas were little more than a particular bug that had caught his eye. "Maybe keep your mouth shut until you're older, and don't try to pick fights you can't win."
