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Today was a day to unwind, to collect your thoughts and relax. A peaceful stroll through the foreign territory of the Asaarii Pride, whose lands were unexplored by you, your mind filled with wonder as you hopped over a small stream and hiked your way up Mipha's Mountain. The path, stone and soil beneath your paws, was hard and warm, baked by the setting sun. Birds flew above you, casting shadows above you and the mountain. Occasionally, a few other feathered friends would be scavenging on the path and would fly away upon your arrival.
At the top of the mountain (you had learned from the Asaariians that it was known as Mipha's Peak), standing a gazelle-length or two from an old and abandoned grave, was a lioness. Her fur was purplish at her spine, and faded down to red and creamish, with darker swirls. Cloudy-white fur was splotched across her marbled pelt, most likely a Piebald variation, but this pattern looked different than Daughter or Aurora's, so you doubted that she was related to the Asaariian Queen. However, her scent carried the familiar smell shared by each Asaariian lion. Speaking of her scent, she also smelled like a beautiful assortment of flowers, a sweet smell that made your head cloudy and your ears warm up.
You called out to her. "Hello?"
The lioness turned her head. The first thing you noticed about her face: bright, pale blue eyes, a heavy contrast to the soft colors of her pelt. There was a pink flower next to one ear, and a chain dangled from her neck that held a deep red pendant.
Across her muzzle, a sweet smile stretched. The expression made your heart skip a beat. "Hello there." She blinked one slow time, almost fluttering her eyelashes at you. She was very beautiful, with bright blue eyes and fur that was complimented by the streaks of colors in the sunset sky.
"What's your name?" You asked her.
"Oh, I remember you!" The lioness seemed to ignore the question. "I've seen you in camp a couple times. You've become quite the talk of the pride!" She spoke with a gentle purr, not too obvious, but enough to make her voice just that more attractive.
Your ears are getting too hot to bear, and so they flattened against your skull in the hopes of halting the rising temperature. "The talk of the pride?" You question, unable to stop the flustered smile on your muzzle.
"Oh, yeah. Such an interesting ally..." The lioness cooed, gaze to the sunset.
There was something about her, something off. A beautiful lioness, at the top of a mountain, next to a forgotten grave. Yeah, not sketchy at all.
"Oh, where are my manners! My name is Welwicke. Nice to meet you!" She purred. As she spoke, she looked back at you with those glowing eyes of hers.
As she stared at you, you could feel your heartbeat speed up, but it was nothing like a regular beat skip. Your heartbeat drummed in your ears, limbs shaking with violent tremors. In your vision was not red, but pink. Stars dotted your trembling vision, you couldn't bear to rip your gaze away from her. Your breathing was fast, jagged, and loud; you were hyperventilating. Your fur was spiking, hair rising from the sheer fear that swelled up and swallowed you whole. What felt like a simple acquaintance, or maybe a small crush, quickly melted into pure terror. You could almost hear voices, digging claws into your shoulders as the entities whispered nonsense into your ears. Something definitely was off about her, you knew that now, as your every instinct told you to descend the mountain and get the fuck away from Welwicke.
"What's wrong?" Welwicke's gentle voice rang in your ears, and just like that, as if her voice was an alarm, every hallucination you felt and heard and saw was... gone. Pure concern was written across her expression. When she took a step towards you, you immediately took two back. Behind you, you could feel pebbles move from where your paws stood, and hear them roll down the mountain.
"Nothing, I," you had to pause, your gasped breath skipping, "I think I just need to go back down the mountain."
"Do you want me to go with you?" Welwicke had taken another step forward. If it weren't for the cliff just behind you, you would have stepped back again.
Your response was immediate. "No, no thanks." With that, you reared around and followed the path down the mountain. So much for relaxation.
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Name: Welwicke (Well-wik).
Pronouns: She/her.
Rank: Huntress.
Physical Description: Purplish-red piebald lioness with darker swirls, a cream underbelly, and bright blue eyes.
Personality: Welwicke is kind and sweet, a real treasure to know! However, there's something sinister about her.
Fun Fact: If you can't find her, she is most likely at Mipha's Peak watching the sunset. She is one of the few Asaariians who still pays respects at Mipha's empty grave.
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You greet Welwicke perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. She just squeaked and ran off. Oops.
You were napping, but some movement caught your attention. Welwicke was coming towards you with a gerbil snack, but then she stopped. Walked away. Came back. Now she looks like she wanted to bolt. You closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep still, and she finally delivered her gift to you.
As you walk up to Welwicke, she hunkers down a little, whispering back a greeting as she stares at you in awe.
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