Cyra

Crya doesn't remember her mother, not the same way normal cubs would remember their mother. She remembers the tree, the biggest one she'd ever seen. She remembered the claw marks etched into the base and the roots that had been gnawed. She recognized it as a sign of hatred, of betrayal and hurt. All the cubs that been left here, either to get sold or to die, they had left their mark, a sign that they had been hurt and they wanted the world to know. Cyra vaguely remembered her sister Leilani who had been left there with her. She hated her sister more than words could describe, her fur was beautiful and her personality was the opposite of hers. All the cubs and lions that came to the tree adored her, she got bought much quicker than her. It caused Cyra to become hateful and bully the other cubs, she sought to make herself feel better by making the others miserable. She didn't want to stop until they were as miserable as her...if only they knew.

One night, long after Leilani had left the Tree, she saw a familiar face. The one who had brought her here when she was only five months old. Her fur raised in fury and she snarled in the darkness, disturning several other sleeping adolescents. Her claws dug into the earth and she let out a deranged sound of anger, she leapt onto the figure and was instantly attacked to the ground. The guards had been watching her closely and acted when they saw she was about to attack. The figure looked down at her in disgust.
"I see no one else wanted a demon in their pride" He simply said before walking off. Lions locked at her and whispered words like 'evil' and 'chase'. The Tree didn't want her, the lions who sought to add to their prides didn't...and neither did her own father. She screamed and thrashed against the guards claws, she was going to get him, she was going to make him pay for everything. The larger guard pushed his paw onto her throat until she saw spots in her vision, she blacked out.

~ TBC