Naut'kyn d'natha Endar Ml'aen

Name means "Blind of a Different Sight."

I awoke in darkness, surrounded by the warmth and smell of my mother. I could feel the coolness of the breeze passing over us, and could hear the sounds of two male lions conversing over us. They smelt different than mother, as did my sisters, and I wondered why, but I did not care too deeply, preferring sleep, warmth, and food to dull questions and even duller answers. I feel like my sisters knew something was wrong with me since we were young, just two months old. As they explored the world around us, I just sat by mother, enveloped in darkness, and unsure of the way. If I strayed too far from mother's side, they would shepherd me back. They would describe vast details of the world in which we were born. They even described the two Kings who I had heard the first day. I learned that one was our father, and the other was my mother's king, our king, yet we were going to be sent to our father when old enough. I wondered if our father was kind or not. I dont recall much of the days between birth and arriving at the Quortek Qu'ellar, but I do know that I am happy here, even though only one of my sisters survived the journey. I have a beautiful name, whereas before I was nameless, and I have a place among he lionesses, as though nothing were wrong. According to Köfte, this is because Xukethe'l Dyne has a soft spot for those who are different, like me. Köfte, as she put it, is a proud Dwarfism queen, and she says that there are several dwarves, such as herself, including some infant ones at times! I have met a masculine-scented female, and she even has the beginning of a mane! Truly this is heaven! Köfte did warn me, though, that while this may be heaven for us, it is not so pleasant if we have unsuitable cubs. She assured me no harm comes to us, but most of the "failures" get killed unless some other pride wants them. According to Köfte, there are 4 dwarves, 1 Mane Fluffy, 1 Overgrown Fur, 1 piebald, 1 primal, a bobtail, and, of course, me, currently in the pride. Ten lionesses who don't really belong, yet we do, here.

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