Andy, You're A Star

There were stories told of a frozen lioness, with piercing eyes and ink-stained fur. She roamed the lands for two years, searching for a king worthy of her beauty. Each king she met was unworthy, and their queens too common and plain to be anywhere near her. Their lands were left a frozen wasteland as she left their territory.
The sun rose on her 2 year birthday, now truly an adult, and still no pride worthy of her presence. Approaching a swamp, fog spills out around her paws, beckoning her inwards. One paw after another stepped across frozen marsh soil, a dark gleaming path of ice and fog guiding her.
Out she stepped, into the cold light of a full moon, chilling winds whipping around her. The pride seemed quite small only a few lions. One lioness lay in what appeared to be a desert, untouched by the icy winds and chilling fog. Another sat by a fire, a shadowy feline at her side while purple and gold smoke rose from her fur. A male, the first she had seen since setting foot in the swamp was dragging a corpse over to a pile, one full of cubs. He had to be the king. One more lioness, basking in the moonlight, cold winds wrapping around her while a carcal sat by her side. She was different from the rest, and Eira wanted her...

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1.8.19 Eira Demetria closes her eyes with nose up high when you praise her last bunny pouncing session. It was obviously amazing.