(Author’s Note: On recent light of my previous story not doin’ gud. I will make a replacement story for you guys, egorsmirnov, The J, batonmaster500, and Shamrock. Flippydoodah can drop by to read this too but im taggin too many peoples. Anyways, if you guys are skilled in literacy and grammar, you guys can proof-read and possibly make new posts to the story like an interactive co-write! so it will look good, okay? Anyways, heres the non-rp based that is based off of an story i made back on the old chima boards, and so, here is a remaked story, Scorpio, Outland Prince.)
Scorpio, Outland Prince by Thefirstdecade
Although being a royal has his/hers spoils, some may not like how much greed and how much of a lion’s share impacts a young, brave soul. But only for someone, or something, that can corrupt such innocence. Any form of the seven sins can turn the most important, into the most tyrannical, like Scorm, a power-hungry Scorpion whom just wants everything at his grasp and iron grips; just wanting more and more, this object of greed, being Chi. And with what comes greed, may come someone bold and brash enough to stop that object of desire. And that person, would be the King’s own son....
Prince Scorpiota Hadeameus Starsting, heir to the Scorpion, and outland throne.
Prince Scorpio is... rather odd for a royal son; being taken the maiden name of Scorpia, the queen of the scorpions, and Scorpio’s mother. Scorpio is young and full of life, and sometimes awfully quiet for the young man he is, you’d be thinking he would be very wild and crazy, but for his age, and being a bit adolescent for chi, he wasn’t always a loyalist royal. When he was young, he was very proud to be a prince of a tribe... nay, a kingdom for him to rule! With Scorm being the King, Scorpio adored his father, loving him as much as his father could give to him. Scorpio loved him with all he had... until Scorm’s hunger for power came along in his early tweens and teens for the Prince. These sinful pains would turn Scorpio against his father, and would start his adventure, of trying to be his own ruler and king of the outlands. He would meet other heirs of the outland thrones, and his revolutions he will spur will bring the outlands and inlands to peace... all thanks with help to one simple hermit exiled lion...
(Author’s Note: On recent light of my previous story not doin’ gud. I will make a replacement story for you guys, egorsmirnov , The J , batonmaster500 , and Shamrock . Flippydoodah can drop by to read this too but im taggin too many peoples. Anyways, if you guys are skilled in literacy and grammar, you guys can proof-read and possibly make new posts to the story like an interactive co-write! so it will look good, okay? Anyways, heres the non-rp based that is based off of an story i made back on the old chima boards, and so, here is a remaked story, Scorpio, Outland Prince.)
Scorpio, Outland Prince by Thefirstdecade
Although being a royal has his/hers spoils, some may not like how much greed and how much of a lion’s share impacts a young, brave soul. But only for someone, or something, that can corrupt such innocence. Any form of the seven sins can turn the most important, into the most tyrannical, like Scorm, a power-hungry Scorpion whom just wants everything at his grasp and iron grips; just wanting more and more, this object of greed, being Chi. And with what comes greed, may come someone bold and brash enough to stop that object of desire. And that person, would be the King’s own son....
Prince Scorpiota Hadeameus Starsting, heir to the Scorpion, and outland throne.
Prince Scorpio is... rather odd for a royal son; being taken the maiden name of Scorpia, the queen of the scorpions, and Scorpio’s mother. Scorpio is young and full of life, and sometimes awfully quiet for the young man he is, you’d be thinking he would be very wild and crazy, but for his age, and being a bit adolescent for chi, he wasn’t always a loyalist royal. When he was young, he was very proud to be a prince of a tribe... nay, a kingdom for him to rule! With Scorm being the King, Scorpio adored his father, loving him as much as his father could give to him. Scorpio loved him with all he had... until Scorm’s hunger for power came along in his early tweens and teens for the Prince. These sinful pains would turn Scorpio against his father, and would start his adventure, of trying to be his own ruler and king of the outlands. He would meet other heirs of the outland thrones, and his revolutions he will spur will bring the outlands and inlands to peace... all thanks with help to one simple hermit exiled lion...
The J, batonmaster500, egorsmirnov, FelipeDutra, Shamrock Scorpion King Scorm paced to and fro, inspecting all his men, warriors, and their weapons. He paced, and paced, and gave anyone a mean look if any scorpion caused a subtle disruption, like coughs, sneezes and clearing of their outland throats. Scorm then stamped his sharp-clawed foot and sighed, looking directly at his finest men with an eye of vengeance
"Alright men... listen to your Great Golden King. Little Chi we have left, and we're STILL stuck down in this hole of a home!" Scorm said, looking intently at his men for his attention.
"As of yesterday, I've instructed my own child how to use Chi, and today, My valiant warriors of the outlands... we're busting outta here, and getting revenge on those putrid inlanders and their idealistic way of 'sharing' the Chi..." Scorm growled, his tail twitching in anger, and he then turn away from them and monologues his hate for a certain lion Prince.
“I didn’t like what that lion once said to me after he defeated us all… ‘Use it… err… well, eerrr… Use it wisely’... PAH!! What NONSENSICAL RIDICULOUSNESS is that!?” Scorm said, grossing in anger, his tail twitching in the same manner. He sighed and grinned, looking somewhat pleased after that. The soldiers, guardsmen, and brutes cheered in agreement. They hollered and whooped for revenge the eight heroes that defeated them and the rest of Chima.
The Golden King agreed, nodding and looking proud… but for Scorm's son--he was in his chambers balcony from the Scorpion King’s castle, overseeing the performance of revenge that his father was striking up. Scorpio sighed and looked away, seeing an orb of Chi on his bed that was placed by his father, it’s radiant power glowing and particles of its energy sparking away in a mist that formed from the solid object matter. Scorpio then looked back to Scorm’s performance of a speech again, covering sides of his head and moaning in anger. Him not wanting to hear his father's prelude of domination, and walked back into the inner area of said chambers room.
Meanwhile in the Golden Princes’ chambers, Prince Scorpio sighed, "Why father... why must you be so cruel and so... imperial! I wish you were more like mother! I would rather not fight with or for you, Father Scorm. I wouldn't even try... your ideals of how Chi should be used is clouding my mind of if I can trust you or not!" He sighed in disappointment in his father’s ideals, yearning for him to love him more as the heir he wanted to be.
His voice being more flighty and airy with his voice and actions to an almost feminine proportion, Scorpio looked back at his chambers door and then looked away, sighing in despair. He heard it open and jerked his head up in response and Scorm's wife--Scorpio's Mother--slowly walked in. She looked a bit worried. In response, as her beautiful face could tell with her bright glowing blue eyes in a worried manner and shining silver skin looking a bit dull. Scorpio walked over to her platinum-armor-clad mother (Which was REALLY hiny and reflective) and He hugged her for comfort, but the armor on Scorpia felt uncomfortable to hold and feel; cold and hard to the touch, like his cruel father. Like a feather, Scorpio's mother spoke softly, her voice was all shea and smooth and beautiful, something only the most noble of spiders wished they had...
"Scorpio... please don't heed to Scorm's proclamation of war and destruction. You're the one of possibly four outlanders to CHANGE this dirty realm we live in, that counts Spidra too…” Scorpia giggled and smiled, imagining the two heirs cutely holding their hands like the lovers they’re destined to be.
“...I think she's the perfect little Princess to you, my dear child, if you two ever become married, I hope you’ll treat her well." Scorpia said, winking at Scorpio. And giggled again and caressed his son’s head gently, Scorpio could be heard ‘purring’ in response for the affection Scorpia was giving him.
Scorpia chuckled and sighed, patting her kind-hearted son on the head with her stinger. Scorpia once had a great vision, a dream perhaps, for her lovely Prince; she believed he and Spidra can change this entire desolate land of terror, violence and discrimination that the outlands were once, into a land of peace, kindness and equality. then, Scorpia felt something pass through her, something cold and unforgiving, like Scorm’s vengeance and evil.… and walked out of Scorpio's chambers with the speed of urgency, as she needed to tend to something important.
“I-I’m sorry Scorpio… but, I’m afraid our time must be cut short… I’m sorry mommy hasn’t had much bonding time with you as like with your golden father… sure he treats you like the prince you are with respect and dignity and pride and-…“ Scorpia left the rest of her sentence blank… she blinked as she looked into Scorpio’s young twinkling eyes, so full of innocence, kindness and gentleness… she smiled and hugged him tightly, their tails wrapping around one another in a bond of parent-child love that it is…
She’d then leave him, only to stop, blow him a kiss goodbye and headed for the stone-glass door with many royal scorpion engravings on it…
The door closed with a soft echo, Scorpio then became a bit sad since his mother left his room. He’d then slowly crawled into his grand bed and laid there, his back flat on the mattress, his tail sprawled across the sheeting between his legs, his face looking disappointed and sad. Some green glowing crystals that made up his bed frame illuminated the bed, his mattress and bed sheeting were made of a spider's fine silk and webbing, with some extra padding materials that was from certain outland plants. Said mattress and bed sheeting manufactured from Spidra and some other spiders close to spider royalty as a secret gift for Scorpio’s love, as evident by a little pink heart made from dyed webbing on its left side that was left behind from Spidra herself…
Scorpio stared at the orb of Chi that Scorm left on his bed; he stared at it long and lone. Staring at its rather hypnotic effect of its ionizing turquoise mist of pure energy it gave off from the glass-looking orb. He then, after a while, felt a peculiar feel of mischief and smirked, his blue eyes sharpening their gaze on the orb. He got up and quickly grabbed it, changed out of his nightclothes and donned his armor and helmet, which looked almost exactly like his father’s and ran out of his chambers doors. Running down a long and wide hallway of grey stone and white marble, with some green windows and green fire-lit torches illuminating the hallway in a green ensemble, he’d then turn to face another corridor of stained glass and dark-gloomy looking environments and noticed a door which had a crude poorly made image of a sword. This image appeared to be stabbing Mt. Cavora and it “bleeding” chi, scratched onto it. He raced for the Armory where his Speedor lay dormant, ready for it to roar into life and cause childish chaos to occur. Scorpio grunted and said, panting...
"Alright dad, if you wanna be freed to badly, I’ll free you... but there will be a SEVERE consequence of your action of war! I will never forgive you if you ever block up Mt. Cavora's chi falls, again! and I’ll disown myself from your dumb royal line you made! I like that Lion Prince’s words of wisdom; ‘Use it well, use it wisely’!" Scorpio sprinted down the conjoining hallway, only for him to pass by Scolder and Scutter, his "Royal Advisors" and his lone uncle Scortica whom was walking down from the hallway and was passed up by his nephew...
"What in the name of Cavora is that little boy up to?" Scortica pondered... scratching his large white beard...