[❄] Occult Mother, Eranthe

`*With all you have and all you are
Your universe was incomplete
In a sea of silver stars
Still the sky was dark
And so you dreamed of me*~

`*You say I am beautiful
I don't need the world's approval
Only you madly pursue me
And jealously tell me
I am worthy*~


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The only lioness to truly measure up against the pride's undying king and his thirst for blood. This stunning jewel was discovered wandering seemingly aimlessly as she stumbled through Tamashikuioni's territory. Despite moving slowly due to her blindness, the strange lioness was treated as a nuisance, though ultimately ignored by the other members of the pride.
When encountered by the head lionesses during their hunting party, she was vocally assaulted by growls and roars from the gaggle of swiping females, to which she merely grunted and flicked her tail, flaring her lip ever so briefly to reveal her fangs before turning her back to them and slinking away to find a much quieter resting place. By exposing her back to the group of prime females she displayed pompous disrespect, a challenge that wouldn't go unpunished. The head huntress launched at the blind female ready to cling to her shoulders and rip her apart. As the rest of the party charged to join in on the maulfest, they were stunned to see the head lioness slammed to the ground as the outsider swung her lithe body around, quickly planting a well placed paw against the attacker's thick jawline and clawing her in the face. Publicly humiliated and temporarily scarred with the shame of defeat, the huntress and her sisters retreated as the ghostly lioness dispersed into the brush.
The Deathlord, very attentive to his pride, soon discovered the source of the rumors about an apparition of an emaciated lioness with a painted skull and empty eyes, lumbering in her stance, but quick like a cobra whose presence is suffocating yet physically untouchable. Intolerable to disruption within his pride's management, the ruthless male intended to exterminate this so called spirit from his lands. The overzealous king was met with a frightening challenge as the sickeningly thin female evaded his grasps time and time again. The demonic female whispered in tongues that he could not understand and yet he found himself allured by her words. Although he was sure she was jeering at him as he tumbled time and time again attempting to seize her. He grew weary from their tussles and left to regain his energy and attend his pride before hunting down the spirit again.
He would return and chase her repeatedly for many moons, each time he grew closer to catching her, or so he thought. He was so entranced by her, he hardly even realized he had actually begun to understand her bizarre speech connecting with her on an emotional level. Above all else a single word resounded within him, Eranthe, yes her name. The name of his queen, Tamashikuioni thought. Their childish sessions of tag had fired up Tamashikuioni's desire for her, seeking to own her completely. Their interactions became much calmer and more intimate, casually nuzzling one another. His patrols for her became less of a workout and more of a hangout. Finally, he was able to feel her wispy fur and her skeletal frame against his tired muscles, as long as he didn't try to get too frisky, then it was off to the races once again. And he would chase her into the sunset or to the ends of the earth if she wished it, a weakness he had no intention of revealing to anyone. For his soul had already been sold to a demon, his mind lost to the madness, and now his heart had been stolen by an enchantress.
In the end, Eranthe became the pride's ethereal goddess, the Occult Mother. A deity spirit who guided and protected the clan; and the one true Queen to Deathlord Tamashikuioni. An immortal being who would stay with him for the rest of eternity, together, leading the world to damnation.


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