The sun lingers low in the sky, obscured by the towering cliffs, while a blanket of mist settles over the valley, shrouding the plains in a soft embrace. Your breath hangs in the crisp morning air as you stride purposefully through the tall grass of the savannah, your senses heightened, searching for fresh prey.
Just a few meters ahead, an antelope grazes peacefully, blissfully unaware of your presence. You lower yourself to the ground, belly pressed against the cool earth, muscles coiled with tension. Inch by inch, you crawl closer, anticipation building as you imagine the hearty meal awaiting you.
With hardly a breath, you prepare for the perfect moment. Then, with a powerful leap, you spring into action, seizing the gazelle with swift precision and breaking its neck in one fluid motion. You lick your fangs, ready to indulge in your bounty, but before you can take your first bite, a sudden weight crashes onto you, accompanied by a fierce roar.
Rolling to the side, you shake off your attacker, matching her snarl with equal ferocity. The lioness stands over you, accusing you of theft; apparently, the prey you captured belongs to her. With a final, sharp swipe, she sinks her fangs into the dead animal's neck and strides away, hurling muffled insults over her shoulder, her fur bristling with indignation.
You take care to avoid her for the rest of your stay.
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Umi.
Birth Pride: Crikey's Pride
Father: Crikey
Rank: Warrior
Relationships: Almód (daughter) ; Avanor (son) ;
Particularity: One of the 200 lions with Hellebore base. The first one with a Crested Spectre mane in the game.
3rd clean generation.
Rank: Warrior.
Pretty much self-explanatory. These lions are under the command of the Lead Warrior. Chosen from their apprenticeships by the Lead Warrior or more rarely by the King for their strength and abilities, these lions are as respected as they are feared. Living apart from the main pride and stationed at the only entrance to the valley, they spend their days training for battle. They have sworn loyalty to the King, and will defend the valley with their lives if necessary.
LORE 
Modír’s early life was defined by order, security, and the rigid traditions of her pride. In a society where every lion had a prescribed role, she naturally gravitated toward the gentler aspects of life. She found peace in caretaking, foraging, and nurturing the young, avoiding the intensity of warriors and hunters. Though content with her quiet place in the pride, her lack of aggression made her an easy target for ridicule. The more dominant lionesses, fierce and proud, mocked her softness, viewing it as weakness in a world where strength reigned supreme.
Despite the scorn of her peers, Modír was happy to stay out of pride politics—until the discovery of her pregnancy shattered her tranquil existence. The father of her cubs was a lion from a rival pride, and their secret love violated the pride’s strict code. When the truth emerged, it was not just her relationship that sparked outrage, but the very fact that she, gentle and unassuming, had engaged in such a scandal. The lions who had once teased her now treated her with open disdain. Branded as a disgrace, she was shunned and isolated, her pregnancy seen as proof of her failure to live up to the pride’s ideals.
Bitter and heartbroken, Modír made the painful decision to leave the only home she had ever known. Alone and pregnant, she wandered through harsh lands, forced to fend for herself in ways she had never imagined. She taught herself to fight, not out of desire but necessity, sharpening her instincts through battles with scavengers and rivals. Every day was a test of her survival, and every night she steeled herself for what might come. Gone was the gentle lioness who once found solace in the pride’s safety. In her place stood a fierce, grumpy, and deeply mistrustful wanderer, hardened by betrayal and suffering.
After three grueling months of solitude, Modír reached the borders of King Brego’s territory. Exhausted and nearing the end of her pregnancy, she approached the king, her body worn down by hardship but her spirit unbroken. Brego, a lion of insight, saw beyond her weariness. He recognized her strength and potential, and though unaware of her full story, he granted her refuge.
Once inside the Salnach Crag, Modír remained distant, her guard never dropping. She earned her place within the pride not through charm or alliances but through sheer will and ability. Her cubs, Avanor and Almód, were born just days after her arrival. To her surprise, the pride’s caretakers and the Lead Broodmother treated her with kindness and respect, welcoming her cubs as part of the community.
They became the center of her life—the reason she fought, the reason she endured. Though she was cold and often grumpy with others, she showed her cubs a rare softness, always pushing them to be strong, to never depend on anyone the way she once had.
As the cubs grew, so did Modír’s pride in them. Avanor, in particular, stood out with his calm leadership and inner strength, embodying everything she had hoped for in a son. Though her exterior remained rough and guarded, Modír’s heart was fiercely protective. She would stand against any threat to her children, prepared to give her life to defend them, even if she showed her love in ways that others might not recognize.
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Modír stops eating her morning snack, a lizard, and snarls at you when you try to greet her, hiding the reptile between her paws.
You see Modír hurriedly push a pile of leaves over a hole, but you get a glimpse of a huge pile of feathers hidden away.
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