Fae Khan

Seemingly easily enough, Fae Khan did a good job with the stalking exercise today. Before you could congratulate her and give her praise for a job well done, she went all the way and roughly pounced on the gerbil with too much force, making its insides its outsides. She only shrugged when a few other cubs got sick at the sight.

While in a grapple, Fae Khan whispered something into her opponent's ear only for the other cub to burst into tears and run back home to its mommy. What could she have possibly said...?

As soon as she began hunting, her blood lust became severe, to the point that it was all she thought about. Death. Kill. Punish... she would attack pridemates she saw as 'guilty', to the point of killing a couple. She was unstoppable, and even King Kaldr-Sverđ could not command her. And then Forfax stepped forward. The young male, now a sub-male, placed a headdress of wings and fur upon a massive lion skull, and presented it to Fae Khan as a gift. Hesitating at first, the mad female dawned the cruel looking headwear, and suddenly... all was clear. Her madness was the strain of a mortal body attempting to channel the powers of the gods through her. She was Punishment, the spirit of cruel justice, and it was her task to bathe in the blood of the wicked. She banished herself to the dead corner of the marshy forests, where the water had left and the land had shriveled up. Upon a branch sat a petrified bird, guarding over her long-dead nest, and from this bird a voice reached Fae Khan's ears, muttering things in a language only she knew.
Thus the Mad Princess fled to the dead forest, dead birds singing dead songs in her wonderfully mad mind.

Breeding Tally
Heat 1: 187 Attempts ~ Cubs: 1 potato male!!!!!
Heat 2: 50 Attempts ~ Cubs: Taters...
Heat 3: 5 Attemps!!! ~ Cubs: Sudbury
Heat 4: 142 Attempts ~ Cubs: TBA


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