She/her
Interactions:
• Plastic "Ghost" was watching you intently as you told her your plans for watching the border tomorrow. She seems unconvinced you can pull it off, however. Sigh.
• You offered a snack to Plastic "Ghost", and she took it after sniffing it for a while. Then you see her giving a chunk of it to a different pride mate later before eating the rest herself. Oooh, so that's how it is?
• You sit next to Plastic "Ghost" to see how she's doing. She leans in to whisper her suspicions about another pride mate. Perhaps it bears watching?
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"Stop! I beseech you, male lion with the mud-stained mane, and his companions!"
The unnamed male lion stopped and turned to look. Approaching him were two dark-furred adolescent lionesses, though they lacked the playfulness a young lion should have, and at a glance, he could tell they had been through an event no young lion should ever have gone through. Both of their strides were heavy and purposeful, and their faces were worn with experience.
The one in front had swathes of cloth draped over her, covering her eyes, although more noticeably, over her right eye was a bubbling mist full of stars, and through it, despite the blindfold, one eye peered. It was obviously unnatural, something touched by some deity. The unnamed male lion hadn't believed in deities, but upon seeing this, he was reconsidering.
The one behind was plain, and followed the one in front calmly, and if the unnamed male lion couldn't tell her steps were full of intent, he might've described her as meek. She was definitely younger, and was not rather notable.
The lioness in front spoke again, after catching his attention, "We have been questing to find lions aspiring to build a pride, and we would like to offer our help in building yours. In exchange, we shall freely share the beliefs of our old pride, and spread our knowledge to accepting ears." The one in back nodded, and spoke up- her voice was higher than the unnamed male lion would've assumed, "I am Pencil, and this is my sister, Plastic. If our offer is accepted, we will give you titles of your own."
The unnamed male lion looked to the lionesses by his side for guidance. The one on his left with brown fur nodded. The other lioness, with a red back, after seeing the response of the other nodded as well, although warily.
The unnamed male lion accepted their offer.
"In gratitude, we shall grant you titles." said Plastic, "You, mud stained mane, you shall be known as Cursive. Lioness by his left, you shall be known as Serif. And you, by his right, you shall be known as Calligraphy. We shall assist you as well as we can, in our gratitude."
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Plastic is an enigma in the pride. Despite being in the pride since day one, she's considered a mystery among her other pride members. Keeping to herself, she doesn't trust anyone, and keeps everyone at a claws-length, even the founder lions of the pride who she negotiated with herself. Keeping to herself in the shadows, she's earned the nickname "Ghost" among her pridemates, although lionesses who've hunted with her will vouch for her and insist she's rather nice, once you talk to her for a bit.
If spoken to, Plastic is polite and well spoken, although her speech carries a fair bit of embellishment and ornamentation, and sounds rather older. She can get rather snappy with lions who are too loud, or impolite, and does not like to continue conversations for long. She prefers actions to words. She's a skilled huntress, and swiftly and cleanly takes down her prey, as fastly and efficiently as possible.
Though she is wearing a cloth wrapped firmly around her eyes, she can clearly see. Her right eye is visible, through galaxy mist that bubbles up from her jaw. Though she will not talk about where this came from, or what purpose it serves, it's very evident at first glance that this is some sort of blessing from a deity.
When the time is right, one can sometimes see a ghostly lion spirit float by her side.
