Malice

Malice was a kind-hearted, gifted young lioness. She decided she wanted to get into shamanism from a young age. She was taken to the well-known Shamans that appeared around their territory in November, and they agreed to teach her. She was fast-learning, and skilled. She quickly became one of the more talented shamans, able to bestow powerful blessings upon lions, her tarot, Strength, found her soon after. Her sister, Destruction had always been more of a warrior, kill your enemies, no mercy kind of lioness. Nonetheless, they still remained very close.

You stumble upon Malice's cave, smelling strongly of herbs and sweet smoke. There are birds flying and tweeting outside. There is a pool of purple-tinted water in the middle, with lots of herbs soaking under the surface. Malice herself is humming as she strides from shelf to shelf, arranging herbs and little bugs in small glass jars. She is heavily decorated and painted in shamanistic decor, making lots of noise as she pads through her cave. She notices you and smiles. "Hello, Stranger. In need of a blessing?"


You are lying in the dirt and Malice flops on you in greeting. You roll over and squish them a little, and they laugh.
You sit next to Malice to see how she's doing. She leans in to whisper her suspicions about another pride mate. Perhaps it bears watching?
Malice 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.