Epamua

Epamua of the Valley
she/her ;; matriarch ;; unknown past

our mother made us into swimmers
she threw us straight into the river
our mind were sharp, our bodies burning
we threw ourselves over to learning

The Matriarch of the Sunless Lions lays splayed on a large boulder, twisting so her stomach catches as much light as possible while she, ironically, sunbathes. Her twitching, sharp movements imply discomfort, until she rolls onto her back and blinks black, crow-like eyes open.

Her gaze pins you like a cub catching the tail of a lizard.

"A visitor... How quaint. I do like an interesting wanderer. Has my son sent you, then?" The lioness rises and yawns, showing long, ivory-colored teeth. She tilts her head so one eye is staring down at you. "I suppose it doesn't matter. What I want, he gives me, and I have no desire to chase you off yet. Do your best to keep it that way."

History

Bred a Rare-based Primal Felis in her first litter!

Happy but intimidated by your attention, Epamua greets you shyly, then backs away to give you some space.

As you walk up to Epamua, she hunkers down a little, whispering back a greeting as she stares at you in awe.

You greet Epamua perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. She just squeaked and ran off. Oops.

You greet Epamua perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. She just squeaked and ran off. Oops.