Yahara

After a morning cuddle, Yahara gives you a good luck snack, a dead mouse. Awww, how kind of her.

You saw Yahara leap up to grab a bird yesterday - cool! You ask her how she did it, and she is quite happy to show you and help you practice!


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Ḍrīma Vōkara awoke with a start from his slumber. He'd had a dream of his shadow being torn from him and racing away through the plains of his dreamscape. Ḍrīma ran outside of his cave, hoping to catch sight of his shadow under the moon's glow, but there was no moon tonight. The sheer blackness of his pride lands gave him an involuntary shudder. He would have to check for his shadow when dawn first broke, but it was too late to go back to sleep now.

Ḍrīma decided to go check on his pregnant wives, so he made for where their nests lay under an overhanging rock. Only one of his wives, Skittles, had given birth in the night. She heard his heavy paw steps as he approached and very quickly bowed her head.
"My King, I'm afraid one of our cubs is..." Skittles paused, catching her breath, "She will not mew and her coat is black as night. I do not believe she is well."
With that, Skittles lightly grabbed the black cub by the scruff of her neck and presented her to Ḍrīma.
"I swear, I have not gone astray from you, my King. She is our child, but she must be a bad omen. Why else would our beautiful colors make such a colorless cub?"

Ḍrīma was silent for a moment, he raised a paw and nudged the newborn, who rolled over and showed her belly but still did not mew. Ḍrīma, however, did not see this. As soon as his paw touched her, he immediately went into a trance.

In his trance, he saw not one, but two identical black lion cubs laid in front of him. He felt their love for him radiate from their small bodies, and he hunkered down to swath the cubs in his warm and cozy mane. He heard them both mew excitedly as he embraced them, and in that same moment, he was awoken from his trance. It couldn't have lasted longer than a few seconds but Ḍrīma knew this cub was not sick. In fact, she was a dream walker just like him. He had been blessed by the Gods to raise and care for his very own disciple. Ḍrīma adorned her with jewels and gold from that moment and named her Yahara, the Shadow.

Yahara never spoke to anyone but Ḍrīma in his trances, but the two of them bonded each night in shared dreams. Ḍrīma's shadow was given life, and he was given a greater purpose.