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~fog~
2/12/16
Caligo passed away by wounds inflicted by a rouge male while taking four young lionesses out for a hunting lesson. According to her students, the big male tried to force them to go with him. The old lioness attacked him, allowing the others to escape for help. Loki arrived shortly after dispatching the rouge, but not before Caligo had received fatal wounds. Despite doing all they could, the old lioness slipped away before dawns light. Her pride sisters grieve but she now finds rest with those already passed in the stars above.
~In a distant pride a queen strained. Two of her cubs had perished in the difficult labor, she panted and pressed her head to the chest of the shaman. The two apprentices pulled away the cub tending to it when a startled gasp was heard. The queen looked up, desperation in her eyes, no...not this cub too...
Instead her eyes locked with the two stone faced young lionesses with accusation in there eyes. One nudged her cub now mewling to her side the other leaving the birthing nest. The shaman cursed, and shook her head. The cub was blacker than night. In a pride that for generations had bred only natural colored lions, chasing away any whom displayed strange coats, this was treason.
Her king snarled as he approached with the apprentice at his side. He spoke coldly, his eyes icy, as he revoked his queens position, her heritage, her right to breed, and his claim to his daughter. The queen was speechless....she had never seen a rouge male! Let alone slept with one of those brutes!
Caligo grew fast, but she was an outcast. While the other young lionesses learned how to hunt, she was always kept in the presence of the king. He hated her, everything about her, her and whatever rouge spawned such an abomination. Often he lashed out at the young lioness. He kept her as an example, a pet, a slave.
After two years of brutal treatment the broken young lioness stole away in the night. Alone, with no knowledge how to hunt she stumbled through the Savannah. Everyday she grew weaker until she finally collapsed by a river. When she awoke, a strange male was watching over her as several lionesses tended to her.
An elderly blind lioness parted the crowd of her curious younger pride sisters. Her pale eyes, obscured through hazy cataracts settled on the young lioness "Your obscured by a dark fog...a blackness....you wear the coat of shadow. Yet beneath I see a beautiful coat of light."
Caligo just frowned at the crazy blind lioness. Her father was a rouge, she was not the light coat of her forefathers. She was a half-blood outcast, with fading scars to prove it. Despite that, none of the other lionesses here looked at her with the disdain she had become accustomed to.
As time went on, Caligo would see many lions born with what were referred to as gifts. These mutations were held in high regards. She only wished her birth pride had known..
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Melanism"
Melanism"
