Amidst the sun that never sets over the pride lands, in the horizon, the night sky gives way to a brilliant blue azure. The pride comes to life as the ‘’night’’ comes to a close. The camp bustles as the sun lands on the frames of their pride mates, but one lioness stands out from the rest in this strange pride.
A lioness, no a primal lioness, perches near the shadows. Her whiskers twitch as her almond optics land on you. This is Chinwe, a lioness who enjoys her pride mates but has a bold spirit. She is a darling at most and looks up to her celestial ancestors who watch this pride. She does seem to be a strong follower of the gods who watch over her. You notice the way her muzzle curves into a short grin that she is, in fact, beautiful, Oh so elegant and beautiful. Those almond eyes show kindness and elegance that sends shivers up your spine. The way her eyes cast towards the ground in embarrassment shows her delicate humble personality. She seems so innocent as her eyes meet yours again and you feel like you're drowning in those orbs of golden. Then you snap back to reality, noticing her stand up, her paw scuffing the ground as she ponders for a moment. She shyly steps over towards you, her spotted saffron pelt is gorgeous and her specks dazzle in the sun as her downy form moves towards you.
She rubs her cheek against yours as if to say welcome to you in a pleasant mood. Chinwe then starts up a civil conversation. You converse for a bit about the latest catches, about gossip, and jokes that make both you and the shy primal laugh. Soon she bids goodbye, her smile broadening as her tail swayed, leaving you to only remember Chinwe's sweet honey fragrance that lingers in the air as she walks away and you lose her from your eyesight.
Biography Courtesy of "Orion" #172490
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