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Bio: Ramira had been a young lioness, searching for a place of her own in the wide reaches of Africa. She wandered for a long time, surprisingly getting out of dire situations time and time again. Be it from the fact that most prides' females never accepted her in their queenly ranks, or the males were mean and would rather try to maul her than love her.
This sort of reception from her own kind had, over time, made her heart harden towards them. She wasn't even fully sure that she even wanted to become part of a pride and have cubs of her own. Though, she really did want her own cubs to raise..
So for a while, she started to snarl at other lions upon first greeting, warning them off with harsh words and threats that she wouldn't hesitate to defend herself if they didn't back off.
This being the norm in her life of solitude, she never expected to end up in a human trap!
It wasn't like this was new to her. She had always avoided them if possible. This time, she just.. slipped. She didn't know what to do, the wire trap was already tight enough around her neck. She knew that if she struggled, it would spell the end of her.
Doing the only thing she could, she lay down, waiting. Her breath, haggard and slow.
She decided to close her eyes, 'play dead', as they say.
Eventually, she heard voices that only could belong to her poachers. She stilled. They sounded excited at their catch, dead or alive. Not surprising due to her markings.
Apparently, they were smarter poachers, since one decided to shoot her with a dart. She winced and growled in frustration as she felt her consciousness dull, her limbs becoming limp.
The wire was still around her throat, if she moved, she'd be strangled..
So all she could do was lay there and let them put their cold hard chains around her throat. It was also tight, so tight that it dug into her skin.
They dragged her away, throwing her into the back of their truck, chained to the wall, and ropes binding her legs and muzzle. Luckily, she could still breathe.
As the dart's effects took hold of her, her last thoughts were of her vow to snap their necks with her jaws.
She awoke later, to nighttime. She sniffed the air, 'Good', she thought. 'Still in the area. Although..' She trailed off as she realized she was now in hyena lands. 'Must be here for some hyenas then.', she mused. Her ears perked up as she heard the sounds of the three poachers again. Along with.. whimpers. Small, helpless whimpers.
She narrowed her eyes as the men opened the back to forcefully throw in two bound up hyena pups. The smallest one yelped in pain as it struck the wall beside her, falling limp across her fore paws. This caused her to glare at the men. Even if she were a lion and they were hyenas, that was uncalled for.
The men laughed, mentioning something about how the small one was useless for money and might as well help feed their lioness. This made the other cup cry out a whimper of fear for what she assumed was it's litter mate.
Once the men were gone, she gazed down at the pup, she could feel it's heartbeat, rapid and fluttering like a bird. She gently nuzzled her, trying to awaken her. She used her tail to slide the other pup close to it's sibling.
He whined in fear, so she turned her ice colored gave upon him, trying her best to show the kindest eyes she could muster, through the fog of harshness and anger from the past few months.
Surprisingly, the pup stopped whining and wiggled closer to her paws and his sibling. She nuzzled them both till the female was alright again. The female finally sat up and shook her head, and Ramira could see what had taken her so long to ariseA drop od blood or so was on the side of the pup's muzzle. She must have smacked against something sharp on the wall, for whatever it was, she thanked Apedemak, for it had cut rope on the female's muzzle!
Taking this chance, she used one claw to cut the binds on the pups' paws. After the female happily nibbled off the rope on her brother's muzzle, Ramira, slowly lowered her head to their level, looking up to them, to her own muzzle, and back, her eyes beseeching as she hoped they'd understand.
Luckily, the female seemed to get the idea faster than her bother and nudged him before pointing out the rope. He nodded and they worked as a team, gnawing at the tight rope. Once it was off, Ramira rubbed her muzzle to her paws, joyful to have it off. She set off to get her own paws undone. Once done, she mustered the best purr a lion can muster as she nuzzled the pups. "Thank you little ones. Is your face alright?", she asked the female as she took to licking the wound. "I..I'm alright", responded the surprised female as her equally surprised brother watched the interaction, mouth agape in shock.
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2 Years, 6 Months Old - You want to tell a pride mate that they need to correct their behavior, but you couldn't find the words and you felt bad. So, you approach Ramira and ask her to do it for you. She laughs at your ineptitude, but agrees. You can trust her to say what needs to be said.
3 Years, 3 Months Old - Ramira comments on your lack of skill in sparring with other lions as you approach. Sheesh.
3 Years, 7 Months Old - Ramira comments on your lack of skill in sparring with other lions as you approach. Sheesh.
4 Years, 8 Months Old - Ramira comments on your lack of skill in sparring with other lions as you approach. Sheesh.
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