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You decided to follow the stream that ran through the ravine. At its end was a small, shallow pool that was just before another cave entrance. It might have been the largest den opening if it weren't for Daughter's den, and it seemed to source of the scent of herbs. Possibly a medicine den? You assumed so, considering the dull and fading smell of blood that lingered from inside. You could only hope that you were also welcome to this cave as you stepped around the pool of water, and entered the herb-smelling cave.
Your eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. This cave was different than the den housing the monarchs, with a large room when you first enter, and another opening in the back for a separate part of the den. Inside this first room were several nests; some appeared to be used, most of which were brand new and untouched. Along the walls were different dye drawings and hieroglyphics. Several ledges and shelves were carved out from the stone walls to create shelves to place things such as herbs, but some of them held up canopic jars and items resembling what you would find in an Egyptian temple.
Speaking of the Egyptian items, there was a lioness who seemed to be tidying the canopic jars up, wiping them clean from a thin layer of dust. The female was another gray-and-black Piebald lioness, with bluish stripes across her body; she looked like a kin of Daughter, or most likely a sibling to Aurora because of how much they looked alike. Lines of fabric connected patches of flowers and pearls that decorated her pelt and added to the blue color scheme she appeared to have. Reared up on her hind legs, the female was facing away from you, fore-paws on the shelf, holding something soft in her mouth to gently clean the Egyptian jars.
Before you could spectate for too long, the lioness' ears perked up, and she stopped what she was doing. She must have picked up your scent. "It's rude to stare," she said as she dropped the clump of moss she was using to clean the jars, venom dripping from her words. As she spoke, her ears flicked, and on her right ear, you could see two blue rings that pierced it. She turned her head to look over her shoulder and cast a glare in your direction through green eyes. She had two other piercings that matched the ones on her ears: a septum ring, and a nose ring on her right nostril. Across her muzzle was a nasty scar from a pair of claws. You assumed that she got the piercings after the scar; her assailant could have ripped it and a part of her nostril out as well.
The lioness continued. "Tell me why you're here. I'd hate to call on my pride to deal with a trespasser. I'm trying to get on the good side of the Greats, and I'd hate for that to be ruined because I'm the reason you won't make it back home." While talking, she returned her gaze to the jars to examine them, making sure that they were clean enough for her standards-- however high they may be.
"I'm an ally to your pride," you told her.
"Cool." Her response was short, yet anything but sweet. She clearly wanted nothing to do with this conversation.
Maybe you could break through her prickly shell? "What's your name?"
"Sirius." Another dry, automated message. Awesome.
Sirius stepped back on her hind legs, hopping down so she was now on all fours once again. She was on a mission, quickly jumping from one task to another. She had moved on to a new and lower shelf, one she could reach without raising herself like she had before. There, she nudged one plant over to one side of the shelf, then a different one, then another one; organizing her collection of the many herbs this pride kept and used for treatment.
"What are you up to-"
Sirius' ears pinned back as she cut you off. "Look, whatever your name is, I don't want a conversation. I have better things to do than to chit-chat with an outsider." As she finished organizing the shelf she stood before, she turned back to you. "As Seer of the Asaarii Pride, I have a very big job here with no time to spare. I hope you understand." Her eyes of deep green, a contrast within the shades of blue and gray that covered her body, showed signs of annoyance and... guilt? She was probably containing a temper or running out of patience all this time.
Maybe it's best to come back at another time?
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Name: Sirius (Seer-ee-uhs).
Pronouns: She/they.
Rank: Seer.
Physical Description: Silver-gray piebald lioness with darker points and stripes, and green eyes. She wears lines of leather and fabric that connect pearls and blue decorative flowers across her body. She has two nose piercings that are light blue: a septum and a nose ring on her right nostril. There are two earrings on her right ear of the same color. Across her nose and right eye are scars from scratches of another feline.
Personality: Sirius is a cold, hot-headed, and overall anti-social lioness: because of this, many are intimidated by her ferocious personality. However, she tries to keep a level head and stay calm.
Fun Fact: She keeps her deceased mentor's Anubis mask in her private room. She grooms and cleans it daily.
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SHE HAD TORN PATCHES TWINS. SIRIUS YOU CRAZY SON OF A BITCH YOU DID IT.
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She immediately hated the idea of being a healer, even at an age as young as a few moons months old. She would rather be a huntress, however, she was chosen at birth to be the Seer, and there is no reversal for such a nomination.
When her training began at the age of one year old, Sirius refused training, even going so far as to violence against her mentor and the other shamans of the pride. She was easily the talk of the pride, the Troubadour being a hot-headed delinquent. Through lots of fussing and arguing, Sirius would eventually attend training on a lucky day, though these days were quite rare.
At first, many thought that Sirius rejected the life of Seer because she would rather be a huntress, but none would realize the true reason: she didn't think she could carry such a responsibility. Her non-existent self-confidence was buried under a tough exterior of brutal rage and an iron temper. She never believed in herself, and, whenever she would be alone with her thoughts, would sometimes panic under the idea of such an immense pressure.
When Sirius was just over two years old, she got in one rather brutal argument with her mentor Akali. So much pent up rage within the Piebald led to her blurting out an insult against the very deity that Akali so heavily believed in (plus a colorful assortment of swear words). Sirius got the scar across her muzzle from Akali that day, the first day that Akali had resorted to violence against the white-stained lioness.
As much as she didn't believe in or trust herself, Sirius was a rather quick learner. On days when she would agree to training, she would catch on rather quickly to new information, and had an amazing memory to boot. She even learned how to read and write in hieroglyphics faster than Akali had when she was a Troubadour!
Now, as the Asaarii Pride's Seer, Sirius regrets the reckless actions her younger self committed. Though she may snap sometimes, she has gotten better with repressing her anger and keeping herself composed. Her biggest regret is how many times she lashed out and argued with her mentor. Sirius is one of the first Seers that can dream at will, anywhere, whenever she wishes.
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You find Sirius asleep in her nest. She's dreaming; jerking and twitching violently, as if she were having a seizure, but you could tell that she was okay. Maybe it's best not to wake her.
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Sirius gave you a scathing look. She was not about to go roll around in the dirt with anyone.
Sirius appears out of nowhere and attempts to tackle you! Sadly, she just thuds against you and flops onto the ground. Stupid cub.
Sirius bites your ear as you greet her, then nips at your tail. Some lions have interesting ways of showing affection.
You hung out with Sirius' Strike over dinner. She sometimes says stuff that seems so mean and yet... you feel as if you've never laughed harder in your life.
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