Lyra

Cora is usually a sleepy, placid lioness; the most activity she ever does is stroll from the cave to her favorite sunny spot, and the most stress she had ever experienced, before this beautiful and terrifying morning, was when her young cub Orca wandered off and she was convinced he had been eaten by hyenas. Orca has long since grown up, and his ordeal looks like an afternoon napping compared to this.
Another contraction.
She had never meant to get involved with that gorgeous tiger. It can’t be her fault his eyes sparkled so enticingly, that he was simply more handsome then any lion she had ever laid eyes on..
Another contraction.
Cora lays down now, knowing the tiger’s child will be born soon. Her births have always been quick (and never scandalous).
It takes under an hour for her litter to appear; one girl. Her coat is the softest purple, fading to a delicate yellow in places. Her eyes are a piercing blue.
“Cora! Is that your litter?” No. Please, God, no- let me have a few moments with her before you kill her for being a betrayal, Cora thought as she raised her head to greet her jolly, chubby, mellow king. He looked down upon them and did a double-take.
“Cora..”
“Please, it’s not her fault. She never asked for this! I’ll leave. I’ll leave and take her with me” Cora begged.
“You beautiful.. You wonderful.. Cora!” the king exclaimed, sniffing the tiny being all over. “This is the most amazing thing you have ever done!” he said, softly now.

Lyra, as the cub was named, grew a little while with her adoring mother and father. However, they all knew she was meant for better things. A tigon needs special meats when her heat comes, she needs the finest nests and a king able to carefully save and provide her with all her wildest dreams. So, when Lyra was a year old, a kind and wealthy king came and took her away leaving her modest birth pride with enough gold beetles to sustain them for life.

Lyra spent her days dining on food that would cost her king upwards of millions per serving, and she birthed many deformed cubs that he would fawn over. Kings- who can understand them? But no matter how well she was kept, she did grow old and died a painless death in her sleep.
When her pride could not find her body, they were confused and hurt but soon came to terms with it.

You see, Lyra was not destined for death and burial. In her dream, she had gone fishing at her favorite spot and had caught a jellyfish. Fond of exotic foods, she had eaten it; and came back to life in a new form. She could not breed, nor eat, but could travel to many prides and bring those there joy. And this is how she lives on to this day.

Lots of thanks to 🌈 Captain Cappuchino 🌈 (#188320) for writing this backstory for her!

Write cheese if you read this far >:(