.{The Renevant}.

What happened to Mortali was a mystery. One night, as she had frivolous fun with her friends on the eve of her adulthood, she disappeared-said that she was going to "take a break from all the noise." Mortali did always get tired easily. However, when she failed to return, her friends checked all her favorite places, following her scent-until they finally reached that little cliff by the river. She was not there. In where Mortali should have been, was a blackened stain, much like something was burned and destroyed right at that spot. Burnt fur and a strange sense of wrongness hung over the whole area-so after sniffing around and calling, her friends left hurriedly and told Jua Hasira, the fire king, of what happened. Promising that they would look for the young lioness in the morning, all went to bed with grim faces. Something was not right about this.

The pride needed not to look for Mortali. She was waiting for them as the sun rose, sitting, with her skyward pelt turned a coal-black. Her bones jutted out impossibly-her torso was so skinny, as if she had been eviscerated. What was most unnerving though, was the stare-not malicious, but deeply judgmental and disgusted at everything and everyone around her. Ignoring all questions presented to her/it, the Thing That Was Mortali spoke flatly-"I am here to do what I must. Nothing more. Do not Question why I have become The Renevant. Just leave me be."

The Renevant (or the Thing That Was Mortali) wanders the pridelands, stopping by the dens once every couple of days. Never to chat, oh no, but always brings fresh food, although it never has been observed eating, even though it's torso is just so skinny. Then, it wanders away as soon as she came. Rarley, though, you may catch it "relaxing" on the rocks by the dens-or idly staring at pride members. Everyone treats it with respect-but avoids them nonetheless. The Thing doesn't seem to care, anyway.