' Queen Krolowa

QUEEN OF LINJAL

Krolowa was the first lioness to join Linjal's pride, back when he was a recently exiled youngling on a desperate search for a new home. She took him under her wing, but her sarcastic humor and critical attitude often went unappreciated by the young Linjal - however, she had a good, caring heart and was determined to help a suffering comrade. She taught him well the ways of the wild and eventually agreed to help him establish his pride after the two of them empathized with each other, sharing similar pasts of birth prides run by corrupt kings, and eventually fell in love.

With an ego the size of the sun, Krolowa holds somewhat of a self-acclaimed position of authority in the pride, and no one - not even Linjal - questions it. She's the head huntress and is in charge of organizing patrols. However, everything she does is for the sake of the pride and its lions, which she's watched rise from the ground up.

Krolowa refused to allow herself to rot away as an elder. She died in the glory of battle against a wildebeest, and continues to watch over her pride from the stars.

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Krolowa is busy meticulously grooming her paws and claws of any dirt and blood that clings to them. They have to be perfect. She doesn't even notice you. x2

Krolowa seemed to be trying to get your attention. As you approached, you see that she had lined up several meerkat carcasses neatly on the ground. She smiles and awaits your praise.

You see Krolowa strutting around, chest held high. As you walk up, she tells you that this pride is the greatest pride in the lands! Well now, damn straight! x2