Mavka

█ Mavka's story began as one of the too-many abandoned cubs, left either to fend for themselves or to die. Parched, exhausted, each grain of sand and pebble piercing into her skin like a talon, she stumbled upon a lion patrolling his territory. With her mind tightly veiled by hunger, she couldn't think clearly – in a sudden bust of energy, Mavka rushed to what she considered her savior… who turned her world into a sudden flurry of red, black, and images of teeth aiming at her jugular.

█ Gods only know whether Mavka was saved by them, or her too thick blood that hadn't spilled out of the wounds fast enough. When she woke up, she saw two lions – a male and a female – consulting each other in hushed murmurs. When they saw her watching, they smiled and consoled Mavka's terrified spirit. She didn't miss the way-too-familiar fur scraps and smudged blood on their faces, though…

„We didn't know he could be so cruel. We're really, really sorry.”

█ Dubbed as the resurgent of the pride, Mavka had appreciated all the lions around her, although… She was not made for a huge company. Most of her time she spent patrolling making sure no cub would've ever shared her fate again, hunting smaller prey, and drawing in the soil. The company she sought the most was her black-and-white peer, who joined the pride around the same time as Mavka. The latter couldn't help, but feel lighter on her paws each time they talked.

█ One day, Mavka was approached by Ksyen – the same lion who saved her, who guided the pride with a gentle paw, who killed her tormentor.
„Mavka, you are a good keeper of secrets,” he chuckled, settling next to the lioness in a tree's shade. „Let me tell you the obvious – my days are getting near, and there is the last thing to be done.”
The "resurgent" cowered a doodle she'd just finished with a pile of dirt. „… What business?” She furrowed her brows, glancing at her king. Had Ksyen wanted her to search for a new heir? Gather the pridemates around to do the task together? Or…
„Say – how about you take the throne…?”
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"You greet Mavka with a head bump. She smiles a little, as if grateful for the attention, before returning to her usual dark corner."

After being ordered to give the cubs a story, Grandmaw Mavka sits awkwardly in front of them, hesitating to start. She begins one story, then decides against it. Another story ends the same way. In the end, she just tells them about how her day today went.

Got her scars at 29th July.

White Ear Spots (Slot 11), Hyena Spots Scarce White (Slot 13)

"Your lion begins to feel dark, broody, and a little wolfish as they channel the blessing of Anubis into their coat."