#smilus

[smilus]

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[forsty]

there he is! 🔥

[matoitech]

another crunchy wasted on this lioness who refuses to be cloned...

[somberine]

When I said "Man Felis are one of my favorite mutations on lioden I should get more Felis" I did not mean "Hey ⋆Kaleidoscope⋆ you wanna give me as many primal cubs (three of which are felis) as possible before I retire you?"

[snubbullls]

Awful Beast

[clownfuckerfridays]

I am always unsure whether to call myself a clown fucker because I only wish to fuck one clown and he is the Joker. Can I reclaim Clownfucker? Or am I unwelcome in this community?

Unfortunately the Joker isn't a true clown. It's a common misconception that members of his species (jokius smilus) are part of the clown family because they're sophisticated mimics who use the distinct patterning of clowns for their advantage. Most predators are thoroughly discombobulated by the bright warning colors and vivid patterns that clowns sport on their coats. Solitary jokius smilus take advantage of this as (unlike the species they mimic) they have no venom and have few natural defenses. Since the Joker and other members of his species are often mistaken for clowns, a surefire way to tell the difference is that he lacks the whimsy organ (also known as a honkulus, or more commonly as a "clown nose") that truly sets the species apart.

Because of this distinction, I have to say that you aren't a true clownfucker. However, there are lots and lots of clowns out there who would love to be fucked if you ever wish to expand your horizons :o)

[felinefractious]

For the breed game, Tyrannosaurus Rex! Terror of both my dogs but just wants to rub on their legs. Has a fancy little brown dot in one eye. He looks very shiny in the sun! Old grandpa man

Tyrannosaurus Rex is a Smilus, one of the oldest breeds that traces their lineage all the way back to the saver tooths.

Very beautiful. Very powerful.

[bluelolblue]

Well I guess I have some oc's I can show :)

They are from Lioden

Douglas - My first primal king, I still love his design <3

Santino - A primal ferus. Obviously named after one and only Santino D'Antonio, and I think he was my favorite king. Also, he was stepbrother with Douglas. I miss you, Santino <3

Celestine - Santino's son. A primal felis. I also loved him so much. I put a lot into his design.

Valiant - He has a mutation, patches vernal and I really loved the way he looked.

Deimos - He was Celestine's son. A primal smilus.

Jupiter - My first queen. She has a mutation piebald harlequin. Really happy with how she looked <3

I won't show my current king bc he is still wip, but his name is Ricci. HEHEH :]

[lionews]

if there were more male specific mutations that weren’t lame (like primal smilus) then red cocks would probably sell for a lot more

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[paneerlajwanti]

anyone want doodle smilus?

[tysonfurybattlepass]

it’s @deinostygias-smilus btw if you want to ask the big guy anything

[beagleboysinc]

playing lioden found like the Perfect heir and made a plan, got a cub sex changer bc the cubs female, then was like. ope! better check for a hidden mutation before I do this!

yep! awesome. now I gotta wait to do all this so I make sure she's not du before making her my next king

oh also. current look (as Smilus bc I'll mut replace) and the plan I whipped up!

[matoitech]

the frail pie ended up being the mut rep ive been working on that i got first!! :D

clean g3 (same heritage as the lion he's gonna be mut replacing lol) i wouldve preferred a g2 but couldnt find a consistently active g1 stud within my price range, g3 is fine my current king is a clean g3 too lol

[six-legged-sea-leopard]

How do you pronounce Stygias?

STI-jee-us, with a short i sound like “is” (so not like “eye”)

i’m thinking his full generic and specific name will be deinostygias smilus, and since he’s a darkner oc based off a single item i own, there aren’t any others like him. so i think that name does just fine as a personal identity. the poll will still determine his commonly used nickname!

i am still debating whether or not he has ears.

[caitlincostello]

I've taken a LONGGGG break from Lioden and Tumblr, but I'm back with an amazing breeding day I've had today! Got a rosette and a Smilus on the same day!! Will probably end up selling both, but I'm in love!

[ladala99]

Burnout's Power

Contains: mind control, Christianity-inspired demons

Burnout padded towards the ritual ground—the last place Ilere had been spotted.

Time was running out, and Burnout knew it. Wisdom had made it clear that Desert was not going to be sitting out of the fights for much longer.

Burnout was going to have to fight Desert, which meant that he wouldn’t get the benefit of Desert’s and Sandy’s powers. In fact, they would be used against him. He wouldn’t stand a chance. Not unless he had a power of his own.

The demonic portal shimmered. It was close to closing. Whatever he had to do to convince Ilere to give him a power, it had to be fast. Which probably meant sacrificing something. Perhaps becoming changed, like his father and Fortune. But the alternative was being vaporized and his soul absorbed as pure energy. It was a risk he was willing to take.

Ilere’s eyes glistened as he approached. “You’re coming to me?” she asked.

He bowed. “I need a power. Whatever it takes. I need to be able to fight Desert. Whatever. . .” his breath hitched. Was he really going to do this? “Even if it means losing myself in the process.”

He raised his head and met her eyes.

She blinked in pleasure. “I think I have the perfect power in mind. No need to change you myself.” She opened her eyes again and met his. The world faded from around them.

Burnout’s body tingled, and he felt an unfamiliar warmness in his chest. Like happiness, but not quite. Something a bit more sinister.

The world faded back into view. That was it?

Ilere spoke. “I have unlocked the ancestral perception that was locked before. You now have the ability to summon your ancestors at will, manifest them, and control them.”

His ancestors. Fergus, likely, but also, “Doesn’t that include you?”

She flicked her tail. “It does. But it would not give you access to my powers. Just my physical strength.”

This seemed too easy. “What’s the catch? You can’t just be giving me this for nothing.”

“In order for them to fight by your side, you must control them.” She let that sink in.

He would be controlling them like Sandy and Desert control lions. And Ilere at times.

She continued, “Using such a power for your own gain will, of course, put you in my pride in the end. Especially as you have chosen to receive it yourself.”

“I see,” he said. He dipped his head. “Thank you for offering me a fighting chance.”

“I hope you survive,” she said. “I would be rewarded greatly to bring your soul into my pride.”

“And I’d rather be there than be red energy,” he replied.

———

He didn’t have to use his power against lions like Fergus. He could use it on the mindless lions already chained the the demon realm. And for practice, he tried exactly that.

He was in a rocky clearing in the territory, and he focused inward. He thought about one of the ghostly kings he had seen, with the dead eyes. He felt a line of energy connecting him with that lion, and pulled.

It felt like he was dragging the other lion out of a pile of fallen trees, but he managed to get him free, channeling energy to manifest him.

The dull-eyed king was there, looking somewhat confused. He was the Primal Smilus one with saffron fur and an onyx mane.

Now to actually control him. Burnout poured the second type of energy, more sinister but feeling oddly good to use, into the ground. Chains of red energy burst from the ground and tangled around the dull-eyed lion’s legs.

Burnout could feel the other lion’s mind, though it seemed far away and through a thick fog. He mentally grasped at it, and as soon as he locked it in his mental jaws, the fog cleared.

The other lion’s body was Burnout’s to command, but a very confused presence itched at the back of his mind.

I’m dead, it said. I’m supposed to be dead. Ilere said that she would ensure I wouldn’t awaken to the horrors of her world. But I seem to be home. Is this a dream? Horror dawned on it. I can’t move. Something else is controlling me. Where’s Ilere?

The mindless lion wasn’t mindless after all. Burnout had the power to bring him—perhaps all of them—back. He let go, but as he did so, the mental fog rolled in and the other lion’s eyes glazed back over.

Burnout used his power again, taking back control, but also awakening the lion again.

That was weird, the other lion thought. It was like oblivion took me again, but I’m back. And still can’t move.

Burnout rose himself and walked into the other lion’s view.

“You’re still in there,” he said. “I tried my power on you because I thought you were mindless. But I guess I woke you up.”

Did Ilere know about this potential? Perhaps she knew it wouldn’t matter, as the fog would return when Burnout released him.

Who are you? The other lion wondered.

“My name’s Burnout. Lightning’s cub. I know you’re an ancestor, but what is your name?”

Lightning’s cub is controlling me. Not again. And must be able to hear my thoughts. I am Luke, son of Lana. I am the one who brought the Exile Pride back into the fold. Lightning was from the Exile Pride. What do you want with me, Burnout? And where is Ilere?

“I was testing my new power,” Burnout said. “I. . . I don’t know about any Exile Pride. I don’t know how it was in your day, but I’m a submale, and I’ll need to fight to stay alive. One of my opponents has the power to control lionesses, and he will use that power against me. I got this power, to manifest and control the bodies of my ancestors, to defend myself. Whoever loses these submale fights will die, and their soul will be absorbed as demonic energy.

“As for Ilere, well, the original is in the ritual grounds. I don’t know where the one that normally commands you is, if that’s what you’re asking. I can summon her, too, I think. If you want. I don’t know if you do since she’s probably the reason you’re mindless.”

Absorbed as demonic energy. Ilere must have integrated into the main line, then. So you are both of Lightning and Ilere. That’s . . . dangerous.

My Ilere is the reason I was like that, yes. In life she served me, and in death I was to serve her. She told me she would spare me the pain of being aware in that world of death and torture, and she did just that.

Burnout tested his ability to command the body. It felt oddly right, toying with its poses.

“You said ‘not again,’ earlier. What did you mean by that?” he asked.

The Lightning in my day wanted me dead. She could see the future and knew what my kingship would lead to. She also repeatedly tried to prevent my Ilere from gaining power over me. Including putting me in trances herself.

Lightning was powerful in her own way, Burnout. Combining her powers with Ilere’s. . . That is what you are doing now, isn’t it? Summoning a dead lion to control him.

“Yeah,” Burnout admitted. “It seems once I let go, you’ll be mindless again, though. So it’s not like I can free you. This is just making me feel bad whatever I do.”

“Is he not mindless now?” a lioness asked.

Burnout jumped, and spotted the lioness who normally commanded Luke sitting on a tall rock. Luke’s Ilere.

“The fog cleared when I took control and he seems to be who he originally was,” Burnout said. “Ilere gave me a power,” he added. “Summoning and controlling my ancestors.”

Luke’s Ilere jumped down. “Interesting,” she said. “I guess that makes sense that he’s preserved in there. After all, if we ever lose power, all of us will be returned to our most uncorrupted state, so we can be tortured most effectively.

“Of course,” she said, “this isn’t what you need, is it, Burnout? You can’t be distracted in battle. You’ll need to silence the mind as well.”

Dread crept into Burnout’s heart. She was right, of course. And he sensed he could do that.

She’s not even pretending to be kind anymore, Luke commented. What did they do to her down there? Perhaps it’s best I don’t know. Perhaps she just used her powers too much.

From my experience with my Ilere, the more you use your powers, the more you lose your true self. Remember that, and use them sparingly. But if you must practice, go ahead.

With that invitation, Burnout activated the third stage of his power that he could sense. Luke’s thoughts were choked out as Burnout’s will filled the space. It felt satisfying, but he also felt guilty.

Satisfied he knew how to do it, he let go completely. He felt the fog fill the mind again as he retreated, and could barely spot a spirit chain spring back out of Luke’s paw to unite him with his Ilere.

Luke walked dully to his Ilere’s side.

“Don’t let yourself get distracted during an actual fight,” Luke’s Ilere said, and they both walked off.