Bismuth

Bismuth had nothing to herself but strength. She was almost considered as a male in her Pride. She guessed that she would become a huntress for her Pride, but instead found herself in a different Pride. The 'demon's' Pride. Дъявол was the one to take Bismuth into his Pride. He had made no comment about her appearance nor her bulky, unfeminine, muscles. "Um, I don't want to sound rude- forgive me if I do- but why have you taken me in?" Bismuth asked Дъявол the second day she arrived to his Pride. He had told her to get used to the Pride first, and get to know everyone, before starting to learn about the Pride's functioning. "Because my personal goal is to gain a family." Дъявол stated simply, as if it was a given. "But why 'me'? I'm hardly worth your time and nowhere as pretty as some of the other lionesses in your Pride! I'll never look as beautiful as Cloudburst, or give you any unique cubs like Coral had given you Brass!" Bismuth knew she was going on a rampage, but she had had enough. She had enough keeping all her feelings bundled inside of her. Once Bismuth finished her rampage, she looked at Дъявол expecting him to realise that he had made a mistake, choosing her to be in his Pride. He laughed, suddenly, surprising Bismuth and the passing lionesses. " Lionesses like you make me wonder what type of cr*p others having been spewing." Дъявол said, which puzzled Bismuth greatly. "Can't you see?! I'm a lost cause to your Pride!" Bismuth argued, close to tears just trying to explain to the idiot of a demon in front of her. "So what if you're not beautiful? In this Pride, it doesn't matter. In my Pride those who are willing to make this Pride their family are not lost causes. You, my dear, have never looked at yourself as I had. The moment I saw you, I was amazed. Your features are simple, but that is what makes you beautiful. Simple, most of the time, is beautiful. The fact that you have strength of an elephant does make you useful. With your strength you can protect my and your family." Дъявол explained. Bismuth couldn't help letting the tears drop. How long had she waited for someone to say that she was 'beautiful'? Had she ever heard someone say that? She wasn't sure. Before she could reply to Дъявол, Coral, her teacher to be the next Huntress Leader, called her. Bismuth quickly excused herself. "Your eyes make up for your simple appearance. If that makes you feel better." Дъявол said and Bismuth had to stop. She looked back at Дъявол, who was smiling at her. That's right... there was a time when someone had said she was beautiful. "Your eyes are beautiful, my darling. Don't ever forget that you are beautiful in your own way. Your eyes will show what is beautiful and what isn't." A vague memory surfaced in Bismuth's mind, of her mother speaking to her when she was a cub. Remembering her mother's words, she looked at Дъявол. He, himself, looked simple. Probably simpler than Bismuth. Yet a great amount of lions respected him. Bismuth smiled back and mouthed a 'thank you,' before leaving. Smiling to herself, Bismuth quietly thanked her mother too. Her mother was right, Bismuth could see what is truly beautiful. And Дъявол was the first that Bismuth had found beautiful.