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Father - Nameless // "Oluwayemisi"

Mother - Oluwayemisi - ( Deceased ? )

1st Son - Oyekunda // "Taizen"

2nd Son - Olabisi // "Lerion"

3rd Son - Osakwe // "Olan"

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Osakwe will never know the horrors that his Pride went through due to being a newborn child. He lived in bliss since that day of being taken away and knew of nothing. He grew in a loving home, given to a homosexual couple through legal ways after being trafficked into a country that was not his birthplace. The connection to Abedemak was cut short, unable to go through the process of being what he was at his core and in its shadow - his true self was manipulated into Olan.

He grew with nothing but happiness between his parents, he learned his ABCs, his 123s, he loved chicken rice and grilled beef steaks. He grew with a love for the sea and it's life beneath the waves. The depths of the ocean and more out there. His Father's loved and cherished him through and through - supporting him with every step no matter the backlash, racism or homophobia he was shown throughout his years of life.

Olan, soon returning to Osakwe, was given a life that his pride would have been proud of him to take.

It was only when he rejoined with Oluwayemisi, that his life took a turn for the better and better.

Oluwayemisi keeps his horrors to himself, only telling Osakwe of his Mother's love for him even as she passed away. How she would thrive and sing him songs of their pride lands for Osakwe to grown strong and loved. How she knew that this would be her last child and thus, one of the most cherished by the world.

Osakwe in turn also learned of his true nature - but with a realization that it was took late for him to learn of the true beast in his blood. Oluwayemisi forbid him from trying in any manner. After all, when a babe it is a natural gift to take on forms when the body is still findings its origins. Osakwe was never given that chance to learn of his other forms, of his gifts from Adebemak and thus, for his own health and safety, he never tries to seek it out either.

Osakwe, took back his true name out of everything he knew of his biological father Oluwayemisi and their bond since has only strengthened. Olu' eats at his Fathers' house every Sunday fortnight - learning of them and their dynamics now to the point of comfortable closeness. Though it was hard to take in what Olan's parents had saved from a place inadequate at the time, they only grew in love and acceptance when speaking with Oluwayemisi.

Osakwe's bond with his three fathers is as strong as steel and will never fold.

Osakwe calls his Fathers; Dad, Pops and Baba ( Olu ).

Osakwe has yet to meet his brothers, Oye and Ola, Oluwayemisi has told him of them but has yet to find them like himself. He hopes they will be found one day.

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What is the opposite to werewolves? Beasts of the night, the moon and pack mentality… Some would say Humans, Vampires out of rivalry for the night, but what if I told you it was in fact beasts of the Savannah? Sandy beige pelts and manes as thick as the forests wolves run through? With eyes wide and amber, glowing with the stretches of the Earth under the unforgiving sunlight? A place Wolves wouldn't dare venture without plans and knowledge. Where paws a large as dinner plates pass over sandy grasslands, venturing miles of their homelands to protect their families from the more determined of creatures.

Where the ritual to become a beast of the night is done upon pregnancy, a shaman that is blessed by the gifts of Abedemak The War God but also Fertility God. To share the bleeding and to be birthed within the same week of this, guarantees the powers of the Lion God within the nature of the newborn. Proven by the fast growth of claws and the furless tailbone extending. Upon such successes, rituals and festivals are thrown for the women, praised to the high heavens and held with nothing but reverence for their gifts upon the world. The men blessed and fed the first meats of kills to thank them for protecting their family in the hours of need.

It's said these tribes folk are prideful as any lion and if not more, facing stronger, larger and plentiful of enemies but unlike Lion prides where the risks outweigh the pros of a singular catch. The blessing of Abedemek invigorates them. Taking on the mantle piece of fur, muscle and strength - with hunger in their gums and prey in their sights but they keep the wisdom and tactics of humanity in their minds. Extending in both length and height, weight and power - with claws and tails for balance. The Tribes folk welcome on the changes of Abedemek's gifts, a blessing from the Sun itself fuels their shifts and in turn… They become unstoppable.

Running upon four legs and two, spear, dagger and bow - claws, fangs and might.

The bestial shifters of the Savannah, once more evolve - taking down the bodies of buffalo in sets of threes, not enough to diminish their supply but to let it heal for longer. With full adults being pulled to their homes, dissected and cleaned by the elders and women in training for becoming warriors - the meat is sun dried and salted. Shared amongst their bloodline and praised in sharing with the Lion God themselves.

Oluwayemisi, she stood tall amongst them all, learning from the Shaman since young to take their role when time came. It was a hard job, to keep the pride in faiths grip, but it wasn't undoable. With the voice of Abedemek flowing through her veins and his light in her bones - she spoke and worshiped with ease. Teaching with gentle motherhood and with the strength of a leader.

Even so, when she was given a vision upon the eve of celebration. Through the blood and plant mixtures in clay pots, her visions were vivid. A warning, a hellish sight of bloodshed and grief - but her vision cut with knowledge of a new beginning. Fate, was a realization of life, but she knew it wouldn't be long until it would come. To save her grief for another time, her youth was still hers… and with the warning given. She leads her Pride as she knew best. To make them thrive in happiness and to find their own ways… and hers, was with him. The latest warrior who has been making eyes upon her since he hit puberty and had his tenth victorious hunt.

They courted, they married, they gave each other their everything and they were blessed by Abedemek three times - until that fateful vision came true. Their newborn son, Osakwe - cherished like his brothers, Oyekunda and Olabisi , born before him and just as strong in their bloodline - the pride was attacked. Gunfire and violence, technology and weaponry that surpassed their own - though they couldn't withstand the physical monsters that they were. Death on both sides tipped the scales back and forth, but the damage was done upon a backup army of sorts. Poachers of their own tones and greed science. Questions that could have been answered if asked in the right manner… but no. Death on her tongue and Oluwayemisi promised her name to her love.

His rage sang with Abedemak's wrath - his war charge took several vehicles out. The fire high as his fangs bared, and his claws clenched through throats and spinal cord. His size doubled that of humans with their weaponry but it was not their machines that ceased the beast's rampage - but the pathetic and cowardly hostage holding. His son, the newest born - held within arms and threatened with a gun in his face. The crying was like nothing but knives in his heart - he could hear his eldest and second born roaring in defiance themselves but everyone else was mute. After all, death upon the females, these humans knew that they held the true power of these species…

But they did not know of the power between giving names. Oluwayemisi --- held his jowls tight, bleeding from the tension but allowed his grief and promise to take his beatings in silence. When strapped down and chained up with his two other children, he watched them all retreat with needles and laughter on their faces as his son was taken away separately.

Rage rattled their bones.

They shared the same thoughts… the same promise, in blood and death.

Break free and find each other.

Oluwayemisi watched his children be taken apart. Separate tents and containment, handshakes given, and the engines roared to life to take them away from the bloody scene.

Oyekunda and Olabisi taken for science.

Oluwayemisi taken by the army.

Osakwe taken for trafficking.