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~~Lore~~
Reverence was born to two heros, her mother, with a dark Ebony coat, helped to single handenly stop a war, her father, with a dappled coat of ivory, put an end to a tyrant. She was a blend between them, with a ticked gray coat and sapphire blue eyes. She excelled at combat, becoming a well known fighter early on. But when she was two years old, she was overtaken by a band of thieves and rouges. It took twenty adult male lions to defeat her, and even then she put up a difficult fight. But she was outnumbered, and eventually overtaken. They took her far from her home, deep into an unfamiliar land, here there was no life, no green, only darkness and despair. She tried escaping, but they were ready and make sure she was unable to do so, fastening thick chains around her front paws, rendering her almost immobile. She was thrown in a wooden cage, food and water occasionally tossed in by a mangy looking lioness. Then one day, a visitor came. He was tall, with a dark coat and powerful, broad shoulders that rippled with muscle. One by one he stalked along the cages, his piercing amber gaze starring coldly at their occupants. When he came to her he stopped, turning towards her he asked his guides, “And this one, how old is it?” “Dunno, about three I guess, young enough fer ya though.” The other spat, uninterested. The broad shouldered males eyes narrowed, making eye contact, Reverance growled, on her guard. “Shaddup ya little shite.” The scrawny one snarled. “Be quiet boy.” The dark male snapped, his voice gruff and cold. “How much you want for her, I’ll give you three gold.” The scrawny ones eyes narrowed, “Four” he drawled, eyes alight with hunger. “Three and that’s final, I will go no higher.” He retorted, amber gaze still locked on Reverance. “Fine, she’s yers, good luck, she’s a b*tch to wrangle.” The scrawny one held out his paw, into with the large male dropped in three crawling golden beetles from a pouch slung around his neck. Grinning, the scrawny male strode away matted tail swishing behind him.
~~Stats~~
Stats at birth: 462
Stats at aging: 464
Stats at 4yrs: 482
Stats at 10yrs: 539
~~Interactions~~
You want to tell a pride mate that they need to correct their behavior, but you couldn't find the words and you felt bad. So, you approach Reverance, The Trapped Goddess and ask her to do it for you. She laughs at your ineptitude, but agrees. You can trust her to say what needs to be said.
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