Mireya

[a part of anshiek and rokkir's fathers pride, she was the only one that left with anshiek immediately]

-- [10/7/2015, bred her to Decay (#67156)] --

Mireya walked slowly into the pride's territory, glancing around. Her fur prickled with awareness, a nervousness running through her muscles making her feel like bolting at any minute. It was only Anshiek's voice that kept her pressing forward-he had talked to her about all this arrangement, even before going to the other pride's King about it. They needed to keep fresh blood in the pride, the old mentality about all the lionesses belonging only to the King was outdated. Mireya agreed-she'd seen enough inbreeding through his father's pride to know that fresh blood was a necessity of life. Besides, she didn't leave with Anshiek just so she could bear his cubs, she had enough to deal with with Arye right now.

But, if everything went the way Anshiek had planned, she'd have more to deal with in a couple of months. Which brings her back to her current predicament.

Mireya could scent other lionesses nearby, so she knew she was in the heart of his pridelands. This wasn't a nice place. Nothing had happened yet to make her think that, but there was a thickness in the air-one that told her she shouldn't stay for long. Mireya almost wanted to turn back, to ask Anshiek to find another stud-they could get the stuff they traded back, couldn't they? But she could feel the other lionesses eyes on her, and turning back now would mark her as weak. So Mireya lifted her head high, and approached the King.

Decay was a strong lion, that much was obvious. He had a thick mane, well groomed-the way his muscles bunched beneath his skin when he moved promised power. His coat was well kept, his teeth long and strong, and Mireya suspected he hadn't lost many fights in his life. There was no doubt in her mind he would provide her pride with strong cubs-maybe even more than this litter, if things went well. Still, there was a coldness in her eyes that made Mireya's blood run cold, and she knew she wouldn't last a second if she were under his rule instead of Anshiek's. He felt even worse than Rokkir.

" My name is Mireya, " she begun, her voice strong and steady. " I come from-- "

" I know who you are, " he said, his voice reflecting the same coldness that was in his eyes. The only indication that she was frustrated she allowed herself was a flick of her ear. She kept her head high as the King slowly began to circle her, and she had the sudden feeling like she was an antelope, and he was wondering whether or not it was worth it to pounce. She wondered, for a moment, if he felt anything-but she had a feeling she already knew the answer.

" You'll do, " he said, turning away from her and padding further into his den. The just barely wasn't stated, but she got the message clearly enough. Mireya had to remind herself to thank Anshiek after all this was done-and to bat his ear if he ever, ever suggested something like this again.

-- [10/10/2015, gave birth to Vivi] --

-- [9/28/2016, Vivi left after growing up happy and healthy to find her own pride] --