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Shaiya has always had visions. They consume her dreams. Sometimes, even when she blinks, she can see fleeting shapes. But her visions are not of the past or future. She has visions of the present.
Her pounding heart. The wild rush of blood roaring in her ears. The sounds of comrades around her, panting. She leans into her run, eyes fixed forward on the herd before her. One zebra lags behind the others. Its limp is only slight, but it's enough to separate it from the others. She comes up on its side, wary of the dangerous hind legs, and nips at its shoulder. On its other side, a sleek shape does the same. The rest of the group keeps pace but waits. It is still too dangerous in front or behind. Still, Shaiya has done her work. The zebra stumbles and trips. In a moment, a pack is upon it. The heat of the hunt and the frenzy of blood is upon them. A fierce howl is raised to the sky.
Shaiya's visions consume her being. In that moment, she is living another life, from the eyes of a wolf.
This is not so unusual for a shaman. Their connection to other spirits can manifest in many ways. Shaiya was raised amongst the group of nomadic shamans that come to this region every November, and there she learned their ways. But she has no connection to her ancestors, and that set her apart.
While in these lands, Shaiya met Owl. A wanderer from far away, not truly a lion, made leader of a pride of outcasts. A pride in name only, for its members are free as the wind, and can come and go as they please. While distrustful of other lions, for she has felt their power in her visions before, Shaiya still feels strength in the sense of a community, having lived the camaraderie of wolves. So she joined this pride, and was given the name Raven.
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"Success! This female lion is now pregnant after 28 unsuccessful attempts. Yay!" AT 18% FERTILITY
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