lyra
LoC Name: Lyra
Name Origin: Greek Name Meaning: musical/lyrical; "the harp" star constellation Age: 380 years (About thirty) Gender/Sex: Female Sexuality: Bisexual R. Status: Single Rank: to the pride she is a healer, to the rebellion she is a spy/informant Alliance: Rebellion |
Crush: n/a
Forever Partner: n/a Cubs: None atm Adopted Cubs: None atm Mother: gemini Father: cygnus Siblings: altreo & ambrus |
Element; Poison
heavens forgiveness (aka poison removal) - the one part of her element that allows her to have any say or ability to be a healer within the pride, although (unfortunately) she had to get special permission from the alpha (aka starry) to do such. she has to ability to remove any sort of toxin, venom, or poisonous substance that has found its way into another lion, whether it be purposefully through an attack or accidentally through plant life. even if the poison has reached the lions bloodstream, even if it has begun to tough their organs, she is powerful enough to pull it out. there is only one place that she cannot touch, only one place that, once poisoned, it is too late to save the lion; that place is the brain. because the cerebral tissue is so sensitive, so complex, it is nearly impossible to draw the poison out without leaving some sort of lasting damage on the affected lion.
death drops (aka acidic blood) - a very unique and uncommon ability for any lion, even a poison elemental, to possess. lyra's blood does not run red like most creatures, nor is it made up of the same h20 and other substances. the blood running through her veins itself is poison. if during a battle or an attack her flesh is pierced and blood is spilled, that blood will have a negative effect on the attacker, and it is a serious affect. depending on where the blood lands, it is strong enough to practically eat through anything, and so it can have various affects such as blindness, paralysis of limbs, or even death if it eats straight through one's flesh without quickly being healed; it can do this within a minute. most of the lions of the pride are unaware of this ability, for lyra has chosen to keep it as her secret weapon, and only a select few lions in the rebellion, such as aerona and arknon, know of its existence.
instant pain (aka poison generation) - a useful ability for the battle which she eventually will find herself in, she has the ability to create
venomous substances out of practically thin air, although really they are being created within her own poison glands of her body. this poison can be released in a myriad of ways, including through her saliva with a bite, her claws with a scratch, her tail with even the slightest hit, as well as through her breath which she can release a gas-like substance that is invisible to the naked eye. the poison can be controlled to do various things, all of which deal damage to the opponent but in different levels of affect. from causing pain and paralysis to ultimately death, eating the lion from the inside out, she can do quite a lot with this power. however, the more deadly the use, the more energy and harder toll it takes on lyra.
heavens forgiveness (aka poison removal) - the one part of her element that allows her to have any say or ability to be a healer within the pride, although (unfortunately) she had to get special permission from the alpha (aka starry) to do such. she has to ability to remove any sort of toxin, venom, or poisonous substance that has found its way into another lion, whether it be purposefully through an attack or accidentally through plant life. even if the poison has reached the lions bloodstream, even if it has begun to tough their organs, she is powerful enough to pull it out. there is only one place that she cannot touch, only one place that, once poisoned, it is too late to save the lion; that place is the brain. because the cerebral tissue is so sensitive, so complex, it is nearly impossible to draw the poison out without leaving some sort of lasting damage on the affected lion.
death drops (aka acidic blood) - a very unique and uncommon ability for any lion, even a poison elemental, to possess. lyra's blood does not run red like most creatures, nor is it made up of the same h20 and other substances. the blood running through her veins itself is poison. if during a battle or an attack her flesh is pierced and blood is spilled, that blood will have a negative effect on the attacker, and it is a serious affect. depending on where the blood lands, it is strong enough to practically eat through anything, and so it can have various affects such as blindness, paralysis of limbs, or even death if it eats straight through one's flesh without quickly being healed; it can do this within a minute. most of the lions of the pride are unaware of this ability, for lyra has chosen to keep it as her secret weapon, and only a select few lions in the rebellion, such as aerona and arknon, know of its existence.
instant pain (aka poison generation) - a useful ability for the battle which she eventually will find herself in, she has the ability to create
venomous substances out of practically thin air, although really they are being created within her own poison glands of her body. this poison can be released in a myriad of ways, including through her saliva with a bite, her claws with a scratch, her tail with even the slightest hit, as well as through her breath which she can release a gas-like substance that is invisible to the naked eye. the poison can be controlled to do various things, all of which deal damage to the opponent but in different levels of affect. from causing pain and paralysis to ultimately death, eating the lion from the inside out, she can do quite a lot with this power. however, the more deadly the use, the more energy and harder toll it takes on lyra.
Stats and Skills
Dull ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○● Smart
Silent ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○ Vocal
Follower ○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Dominant
Extrovert ○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Introvert
Playful ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○ Serious
Cautious ○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Heedless
Patient ●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Agitated
Cowardly ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○ Courageous
Skittish ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○ Collected
Unambitious ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○ Competitive
Distractable ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○ Focused
Fast ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○ Durable
Willing ○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Uncooperative
Dull ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○● Smart
Silent ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○ Vocal
Follower ○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Dominant
Extrovert ○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Introvert
Playful ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○ Serious
Cautious ○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Heedless
Patient ●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Agitated
Cowardly ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○ Courageous
Skittish ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○ Collected
Unambitious ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○ Competitive
Distractable ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○ Focused
Fast ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○ Durable
Willing ○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Uncooperative
Armor - Lightweight but heavy duty
Personality:
what the pride sees
no matter what you think, let me say to you, that looks can be deceiving. for practically every member of the pride, from the highest of ranks to the smallest of cubs, lyra has them all fooled. the pride sees a lioness who has extreme empathy for all those around her, and hates to see anyone hurting, whether it be a physical pain or emotional distraught. she is a compassionate sweetheart who would rather take the blame for someone else's tragedy than allow them to suffer. she appears to be quite innocent and even a little naive in regards to some more serious things; she doesn't seem to know much about the rebellion, nor does she care, for she is so loyal to the pride she cannot even think of how some manage to turn their backs.
what the rebellions sees
truly truly i say to you, these are the lions who know who lyra really is, and precisely what she is capable of. no one in the rebellion dares mess with her, for they know that she has 'friends' in high places. she is known for having a short temper, although typically only around male lions, and will not hesitate to snap at them if they dare say something that she finds insulting. they know that her ability to manipulate is beyond even her words but extends through her actions, her face, her body movements. she can basically can convince anyone of anything because of this special ability, but she doesn't really use it much in the rebellion, for she doesnt have a need for the lies.
what the pride sees
no matter what you think, let me say to you, that looks can be deceiving. for practically every member of the pride, from the highest of ranks to the smallest of cubs, lyra has them all fooled. the pride sees a lioness who has extreme empathy for all those around her, and hates to see anyone hurting, whether it be a physical pain or emotional distraught. she is a compassionate sweetheart who would rather take the blame for someone else's tragedy than allow them to suffer. she appears to be quite innocent and even a little naive in regards to some more serious things; she doesn't seem to know much about the rebellion, nor does she care, for she is so loyal to the pride she cannot even think of how some manage to turn their backs.
what the rebellions sees
truly truly i say to you, these are the lions who know who lyra really is, and precisely what she is capable of. no one in the rebellion dares mess with her, for they know that she has 'friends' in high places. she is known for having a short temper, although typically only around male lions, and will not hesitate to snap at them if they dare say something that she finds insulting. they know that her ability to manipulate is beyond even her words but extends through her actions, her face, her body movements. she can basically can convince anyone of anything because of this special ability, but she doesn't really use it much in the rebellion, for she doesnt have a need for the lies.
History/Background;
A history lesson~
lyra remembers her parents, remembers the day of her birth as well, although in her memories everything aside from her two brothers is a bit foggy. her mother was a pure white creature who had scattered markings of pale colors across her body. snuggled up to her were the forms of two other cubs, both born before small lyra and both definitely larger in form than she. one had more fuzz on his body than the others, a trait likely inherited from their father, who was a massive creature, known for his stature as one of the strongest prison guards in the pride. ambrus was mainly a rust/copper red color, with some black patches, and small red markings across his face and paws. he was named ambrus, which meant immortal, for the strength and power he showed. next to him lay a more lithe looking cub, whose fur was extremely thin and sleek, a trait clearly gained from their mother, the quite feminine looking healer; altreo was about half black and half white, with little blue markings on his face and back side. he was named altreo, which meant king, because of the regal way he held himself. and then finally was little lyra, a tan and black thing with tiny green markings, who was practically half the size of her brothers, and had nothing particularly special about her, like they did.
growing up, the trio were practically the three musketeers. they didn't see much of their parents, for their father spent most of his time on the prison planet, and with the war slowly gaining momentum, their mother had more and more patients to treat in the healers den. oftentimes, the three cubs often went to bed alone, curled up in a big ball together. ambrus could get them into any sort of trouble; breaking the rules, going places he shouldn't go, saying rude comments without thinking. altreo was more so the calm, level-headed one, who was extremely intelligent and wise beyond his age, but wouldn't leave his siblings sides no matter how foolish they were. and little lyra, oh gosh, because of her all too innocent face and sugar-sweet voice, she could just bat her eyelashes and get them out of whatever mischief her brothers had caused.
but tragedy struck when the cubs were about a hundred years old; because of this lack of being watched by their parents, and this ability to sneak around unguarded, one night they wandered too far from the main cave. lyra managed to hide under a bush as she watched a massive red lion, with velvety wings and massive horns swooped in and stole the boys away. she did her best to chase after them on foot, but her little legs couldn't keep up, and it wasn't long before gorgos was long gone from her sight. she raced back to the camp as fast as her paws allowed, yowling so loudly that she woke practically everyone up in the dead of night. everyone was grumpy to be awoken in such a way by the cub, but at the arrival of her mother, she managed to calm down enough to tell what had happened. the trackers spend weeks searching, but since the devil (aka gorgos) had taken them through the air, it proved an impossible task, and they gave up not much later.
for awhile, the little lioness secluded into a shell of herself. she no longer was the bubbly, energetic, playful thing that she once was. she no longer was the one who always had questions during training, curious about the world around her. instead, she simply went through the motions of her life, day to day. eat, train, sleep, repeat. however, her mother began to worry about her during this time, and as she was a double elemental, she began to try and use her love on her daughter, forcing her to feel fake happiness and peace. it was the worst thing she possibly could have done, although poor thing was just trying to help. hating feeling that way, lyra began to put on her mask that everything really was okay, and her mother stopped the treatments, thinking her actions had worked just as she intended them too.
now lets fast forward several decades; lyra is now about two hundred and seven years old, but she's still struggling to find her place in the pride. ethereal decided to send her out on a patrol with some other lions to check the borders, make sure they were all secure. leading the patrol was the lioness jet, followed by two older lions uzumati and nemilos, and finally young lyra meandering behind them. everything from there on out happened so quickly that the lioness only remembers bits and pieces of what was said, although the images are forever sealed into her brain.
she saw jet's entire body tense up before she heard a shout about rebels. a large coppery lion and a slender black and white lion were crouched several feet away, and both quickly tried to back up, bodies lowered to the ground as they did such. "please, we only crossed the border to find our sister." said the smaller male. nothing about the two males appeared threatening, and yet his words were nod heeded, for just as it clicked in lyra's mind who these two lions were, they were being attacked. nemilos was the largest of the three pride lions, the closest to ambrus' size, and he was on top of ambrus within seconds. there was no time for him to react or defend himself for by the time lyra let out her first screams of horror, nemilos had pierced through his heart with a massive shard of ice. just as this tragedy happened, the yellow form of uzumati pounced on altreo, and lyra managed to look just in time to see uzumati use his element of death to drain the life from altreo's eyes.
blinded by her emotions and clouded by tears, lyra went to leap to her brothers sides, but was pummeled down onto her back by jet, who growled in her face. "they were traitors. rebel scum who deserved their ends. remember where your loyalties lie or you'll end up just like them, darling." the lioness had the audacity to wink at the broken lyra before getting off of her, but as the three continued on in their patrol, lyra just lay there. she didn't know how much time passed, but she managed to crawl across the ground to her brothers sides as she lay there sobbing. darkness overtook her by the time she managed to pull herself to her feet, but it was not the pride she was heading back too. she grabbed altreo by his scruff and managed to maneuver his slender frame on top of her body. she then grabbed ambrus by his thick scruff, wincing as she pierced his skin with her teeth for a better grip over his massive frame, and she began to walk.
she had no plan in mind as to where she was going, but she just went, dragging along the bodies of her two brothers as she did. they were both larger and heavier than her, and she had to stop over and over ahead to catch her breath, but she did not give up. she knew that she must have been outside the prides lands, for everything seemed different, from the trees to the air, but she didn't falter. by the time she stopped, she was limping severely from the weight of her charges, and truly couldn't take them any farther. it was there that she spent the next hours digging a grave deep into the ground, and just as the light of morning overtook the area, she finished the burial. it was only then that she made her way back to the pride.
word of what had happened had already gone around every member of the pride, and some seemed shocked by her appearance, as if expecting her to just run off for good. the thing that shocked her the most, however, was as she went to her parents, expecting comfort, she found not even a glimpse of remorse. she heard her father talking to some of his friends about how he didn't even consider them his sons, and her mother was murmuring about how they only got what was coming to them. she had no one else to turn too, no where to go, and it was then that she felt, for the first time since she was a cub, truly lost...
A history lesson~
lyra remembers her parents, remembers the day of her birth as well, although in her memories everything aside from her two brothers is a bit foggy. her mother was a pure white creature who had scattered markings of pale colors across her body. snuggled up to her were the forms of two other cubs, both born before small lyra and both definitely larger in form than she. one had more fuzz on his body than the others, a trait likely inherited from their father, who was a massive creature, known for his stature as one of the strongest prison guards in the pride. ambrus was mainly a rust/copper red color, with some black patches, and small red markings across his face and paws. he was named ambrus, which meant immortal, for the strength and power he showed. next to him lay a more lithe looking cub, whose fur was extremely thin and sleek, a trait clearly gained from their mother, the quite feminine looking healer; altreo was about half black and half white, with little blue markings on his face and back side. he was named altreo, which meant king, because of the regal way he held himself. and then finally was little lyra, a tan and black thing with tiny green markings, who was practically half the size of her brothers, and had nothing particularly special about her, like they did.
growing up, the trio were practically the three musketeers. they didn't see much of their parents, for their father spent most of his time on the prison planet, and with the war slowly gaining momentum, their mother had more and more patients to treat in the healers den. oftentimes, the three cubs often went to bed alone, curled up in a big ball together. ambrus could get them into any sort of trouble; breaking the rules, going places he shouldn't go, saying rude comments without thinking. altreo was more so the calm, level-headed one, who was extremely intelligent and wise beyond his age, but wouldn't leave his siblings sides no matter how foolish they were. and little lyra, oh gosh, because of her all too innocent face and sugar-sweet voice, she could just bat her eyelashes and get them out of whatever mischief her brothers had caused.
but tragedy struck when the cubs were about a hundred years old; because of this lack of being watched by their parents, and this ability to sneak around unguarded, one night they wandered too far from the main cave. lyra managed to hide under a bush as she watched a massive red lion, with velvety wings and massive horns swooped in and stole the boys away. she did her best to chase after them on foot, but her little legs couldn't keep up, and it wasn't long before gorgos was long gone from her sight. she raced back to the camp as fast as her paws allowed, yowling so loudly that she woke practically everyone up in the dead of night. everyone was grumpy to be awoken in such a way by the cub, but at the arrival of her mother, she managed to calm down enough to tell what had happened. the trackers spend weeks searching, but since the devil (aka gorgos) had taken them through the air, it proved an impossible task, and they gave up not much later.
for awhile, the little lioness secluded into a shell of herself. she no longer was the bubbly, energetic, playful thing that she once was. she no longer was the one who always had questions during training, curious about the world around her. instead, she simply went through the motions of her life, day to day. eat, train, sleep, repeat. however, her mother began to worry about her during this time, and as she was a double elemental, she began to try and use her love on her daughter, forcing her to feel fake happiness and peace. it was the worst thing she possibly could have done, although poor thing was just trying to help. hating feeling that way, lyra began to put on her mask that everything really was okay, and her mother stopped the treatments, thinking her actions had worked just as she intended them too.
now lets fast forward several decades; lyra is now about two hundred and seven years old, but she's still struggling to find her place in the pride. ethereal decided to send her out on a patrol with some other lions to check the borders, make sure they were all secure. leading the patrol was the lioness jet, followed by two older lions uzumati and nemilos, and finally young lyra meandering behind them. everything from there on out happened so quickly that the lioness only remembers bits and pieces of what was said, although the images are forever sealed into her brain.
she saw jet's entire body tense up before she heard a shout about rebels. a large coppery lion and a slender black and white lion were crouched several feet away, and both quickly tried to back up, bodies lowered to the ground as they did such. "please, we only crossed the border to find our sister." said the smaller male. nothing about the two males appeared threatening, and yet his words were nod heeded, for just as it clicked in lyra's mind who these two lions were, they were being attacked. nemilos was the largest of the three pride lions, the closest to ambrus' size, and he was on top of ambrus within seconds. there was no time for him to react or defend himself for by the time lyra let out her first screams of horror, nemilos had pierced through his heart with a massive shard of ice. just as this tragedy happened, the yellow form of uzumati pounced on altreo, and lyra managed to look just in time to see uzumati use his element of death to drain the life from altreo's eyes.
blinded by her emotions and clouded by tears, lyra went to leap to her brothers sides, but was pummeled down onto her back by jet, who growled in her face. "they were traitors. rebel scum who deserved their ends. remember where your loyalties lie or you'll end up just like them, darling." the lioness had the audacity to wink at the broken lyra before getting off of her, but as the three continued on in their patrol, lyra just lay there. she didn't know how much time passed, but she managed to crawl across the ground to her brothers sides as she lay there sobbing. darkness overtook her by the time she managed to pull herself to her feet, but it was not the pride she was heading back too. she grabbed altreo by his scruff and managed to maneuver his slender frame on top of her body. she then grabbed ambrus by his thick scruff, wincing as she pierced his skin with her teeth for a better grip over his massive frame, and she began to walk.
she had no plan in mind as to where she was going, but she just went, dragging along the bodies of her two brothers as she did. they were both larger and heavier than her, and she had to stop over and over ahead to catch her breath, but she did not give up. she knew that she must have been outside the prides lands, for everything seemed different, from the trees to the air, but she didn't falter. by the time she stopped, she was limping severely from the weight of her charges, and truly couldn't take them any farther. it was there that she spent the next hours digging a grave deep into the ground, and just as the light of morning overtook the area, she finished the burial. it was only then that she made her way back to the pride.
word of what had happened had already gone around every member of the pride, and some seemed shocked by her appearance, as if expecting her to just run off for good. the thing that shocked her the most, however, was as she went to her parents, expecting comfort, she found not even a glimpse of remorse. she heard her father talking to some of his friends about how he didn't even consider them his sons, and her mother was murmuring about how they only got what was coming to them. she had no one else to turn too, no where to go, and it was then that she felt, for the first time since she was a cub, truly lost...
The moment loyalties changed~
she had tried, she really had. she had been living for about three decades since her brothers had been murdered, and she finally decided she couldn't handle it anymore. every day she was scrutinized, seen as foolish or crazy for being sad about her brothers deaths. the lioness jet, now a secondary leader in the pride, was the most constant reminder, finding it necessary to make a comment about her traitorous brothers every time the pair passed each other. living without them, having no hope that they would one day return to her, had taken away everything. as a cub, she had held on to the possibility that they would find her, that they would appear from wherever they had been the last years and that everything would be okay again. but with their untimely demise, that hope had been squashed, like a bug underneath someones paw. she had started walking, planning just on wandering here or there as she was so deeply into her thoughts, that she had no plan as to where she would go. however, where she ended up was not what she had initially had in mind. she found herself at the ravine, whose five hundred foot drop was well known for killing anyone who was not careful enough as they stood at its side. lyra didn't know what it was about the place that enticed her, but she was truly feeling a complete form of hopelessness she had never before experienced, and so she walked right up to the edge, staring down at the massive drop off, only one thought on her mind. what would happen if she just took a single step and just... fell? her eyes glazed over as she appeared to make up her mind, and her paws began to move forward. she felt the solid ground leaving her, right at the beginning of the fall, and then she was torn backwards through the air. she let out a yowl of pain as she felt teeth piercing into the scruff of her neck, and tried thrashing her backlegs at whoever had a hold on her, but to no avail as she was pinned down by two massive male bandites who had no light in their eyes, the first confusing thing to happen in that moment. it was then that a lioness who was nothing short of a goddess came into her view, shaking her head with a disappointed look on her face. "and to think, had i gotten here a moment later, my creatures and i would not have been able to catch you." she made a motion with her paw, and the two undead-looking creatures released the lioness' small form. quickly jumping to her paws, lyra's hackles raised. "who are you? what do you want?" she called out, wanting to flee but being unable to, for the creatures now stood behind her, preventing an escape. the goddess merely chuckled, motioning with her head as she began to walk. "follow me and we shall talk." is all she said, and yet something about the female entranced lyra, and she found herself obeying without even the slightest hesitation. they walked along the ravine for what felt like an eternity, flanked by the mysterious creatures of course, and she began to learn the truth about the rebellion. ethereal's pride was weak, full of traitorous lions who didn't care anything for the better wellbeing of their species. aerona and her father simply wanted to make life good again, and if war was the only way, then so be it. "now, this is not an offer i make very often, so listen carefully. i would like you to join me, dear lyra, as a part of my coveted inner circle, a part of my council. you will have your revenge on the lions who ripped your family away from you dear, that i guarantee. but i need you to be strong, and make the pride feel as though you truly belong to them. gain ethreal's trust, gain the secondaries loyalty. learn from them; their strategies, their plans, their secrets. and then bring them to me. so what do you say darling? are you in?" that very same day, lyra returned to the pride, and sought after a private counsel with the alpha. she told him that she had seen the error of her ways, and she had finally found her true calling; healing. and it appeared that, while skeptical at first, he grew to believe her of being honest, for eventually he agreed to allow her to be the first of only her element a place as a healer. but every month, from then on out, she stowed away in the dead of the night, and returned to the camp of the rebellion to give her reports to, none other than, her queen aerona. |
When anger forged friendship.
oh it was already turning into such a bad, horrible, awful, terrible day. she was supposed to still be in the pridelands, gaining intell about something or another, but she had just had to get out of there. it was just days after the anniversary of her brothers deaths, and low and behold, upon seeing the pain in her eyes, none other than uzumati had decided to laugh in her face. he boasted at her about how good it felt to kill altreo, for he was nothing but rebel scum, and anyone who sided with the rebels deserved nothing but the most cruel deaths fate could design for them. he had gone on and on, and she had spotted nemilos off at a slight distance, and for although he said nothing, there was a proud smile on his face, as if he too was reliving the moment. it had been too painful for her, and the lioness had raced off through the pride lands, running until she was so exhausted that she could run no more. and where did she find herself but on the outskirts of the rebellions camp. it appeared her arrival had not gone unnoticed by all, although how could it have been with how dramatic she was, and she saw the familiar grey and red form of mitul approaching her. she did not know much about the warrior, for they had only had brief conversations in the past, mainly about simple topics like her journeys or something. but as he approached her with a curious look on his face, that keen glint in his eye that she knew all too well in him, she couldn't help herself. he was not the one she was mad at, but she had been holding her rage in for far too long, and she needed to blow. he hardly got within a few feet of her before she let out a snarl of a roar and tackled him, causing the pair to roll down the hillside. her claws were still sheathed, for some part of her internal being knew not to hurt him, and luckily for her, he was smart and had to have realized such, for he did not fight back. as they landed with a thud, her paws pushing down at him with her strength but no blood being shed, she let out an angry screech before she started going off. "they were brave, kind, strong lions! my brothers were no traitors, they knew what they believed in and they were willing to lay down their lives for their beliefs! just because it wasn't the popular mindset, didn't mean they deserved to die! nemilos and uzumati had no right to just attack them and rip them to shreds; they had done nothing wrong!" at some point in her rant, the lioness had leapt off of the male and had begun to pace back and forth, her ears still pinned flat against her skull, her fangs barred angrily as she spoke, her words coming out like snarls. "so what if they were rebels!? they poised no threat. they came onto the pride lands without armor, they did not try to attack or hurt anyone. they admitted they were just looking for me, their sister! so who did nemi and uzu think they were to slaughter them like they did!" at this point, she was practically steaming with rage, each of her steps letting out poison, which killed the earth every pawstep she took. and yet, somehow, mitul seemed to know just what to do. he braced possibly receiving her anger again, and stepped in front of her, causing the lioness to stop her pacing. risking being touched by her poison, he reached forward with one paw and lay it gently on hers before he spoke softly. "the pride killed my family too." and it was then, in that one sentence, that an unlikely relationship was forged. |