〖Ｋｉｎｏｎｇｉａ〗
𝖮𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖮𝗇𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.
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When her eyes first opened, she was looking into the welcoming face of her mother. She had just turned her eyes to the warm body whose smell she knew from their time suckling when the other cub’s eyes peeled open. Their eyes met and from that moment, the tiny cub knew that she would love her sister forever.
Adhering to the laws of their pride, the small cub whose fur was the color of a cherry blossom, marked with big white swirls and blue tints was called Cherry. Her sister, the second born of their litter, was called Ivory. When they were really young, they would play and wrestle together, and despite her vicious streak, Cherry was gentle with her sister. She never broke her skin, and even though she was bigger and heavier, she always took care not to harm the smaller, dainty cub. It always struck her as funny that in their stories, it was the evil lion who was red and black. Her sister was nothing like that, despite the color similarities. Ivory was nothing short of an angel in the body of a lion to the young cub.
When they were old enough, they were assigned a mentor of sorts to be teaching them everything they needed to know about the many ways to rule a pride. They learned about life and cycles and death, and how everything was connected and meant to be as long as the right choices were made. They were told to be still and silent during these lessons, and Cherry very quickly taught herself to do just that. She would be the best queen, she promised herself this. She would be able to take care of her sister if she was able to be the best queen!
Everything was perfect until Ivory decided to run her mouth. She never stopped talking, interrupting in every lesson with questions that their mentor was about to answer. Cherry thought she could deal with that, but it was paired with small things, things that she couldn’t deal with. Things like her twin’s tail twitching and bumping into her while she was trying to focus, or her paws scuffing in the dirt and making Cherry sneeze from the dust that arose from it. By the time of their third exam, Cherry had begun to fall behind her sister.
In her young mind, the only excuse was that Ivory was sabotaging her on purpose, trying to gain the position of queen instead of her.
When Cherry was asked about things, her style of ruling became quickly apparent. She emphasized patrols and extreme control over the pride, less autonomy and more reliance upon the most educated and trained lions. Reduction of pride size via limited selective breeding was another suggestion she brought up, and it became apparent to her that their mentor thought she was crazy, at least inadequate to rule.
Her bitterness only grew as her sister became loved by all those around her, and she was just brushed off as average. The young lioness’ anger would only grow, and she grew farther and farther from her sister. Ivory would often chase after her sister, and yet Cherry found herself running faster, harder, and farther, never allowing herself to be caught or comforted. There was some semblance of relief in her brooding, vindication in the manner that if she was never caught then no one had really tried to help her.
She found a mild form of joy in the torment of small animals, holding them between her large paws and watching them run, watching them panic. She did not mind the looks of disgust the rest of the pride gave her when she brought home a particularly young piece of prey, or one that no other lion would have hunted.
She often found herself spiting them just for the sake of doing it.
When it came time for them to be named, Cherry rejected the name her father went to place upon her. She said that she wanted one to match exactly how the pride saw her, said that she wanted something that would never be linked to Aroha, her sister’s new name.
And from that her name, Kinongia, was born.
Kinongia was a malevolent feline, or at least displays as such. She would never let it be seen that she is envious of her sister’s success, or that she still has to try to hate the young beloved queen. In a fit of rage one afternoon when Aroha tried to approach her yet again, Kinongia lashed out more violently than ever before. Her claws scored across her sister’s body, leaving a bloody, dripping wound.
From then on, she was left alone.
And she was lonely.
But that is all par for the course when she had been betrayed in her own mind, by her own family who she used to see as the best thing in her life.
After all, she is the malevolent queen.
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When you approach, Kinongia gives you the most intent look, but you cannot figure out why.
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