Hathor

Name: Hathor
Pronouns: She/they
Rank: Oracle
Sexuality: Pansexual


Curse you child of shadows! Let it be known where the monsters go once light overcomes the darkness!

Hathor's name is really ironic. Despite being named after the goddess of love, the Oracle has barely ever shown much affection to anyone. Most of the time she is cold and distant, like the shadows that she surrounds herself with. Many have questioned the decision made by Esther to appoint Hathor as her mentee. To all of the criticism, the late Oracle of the pride had the same answer. It was the choice made by The Ancient Ones, not her. So, despite most pride members wanting to see someone else fulfill this role, Hathor became the Oracle's mentee at a very young age.

She has shown the ability to speak with shadows, and understand their whispers which gave her a spiritual connection to The Ancient Ones. It was a gift that creeped many out and worried her mother, Sekhmet. No matter how much the Maiden tried to hide her worries, Hathor could see her mother's demeanor changing, and took it as disappointment. The two had many arguments about the young piebald's gifts, which led them to have a strained relationship, to say the least.

Now, after Morpheus's defeat, Hathor feels as if a weight has been lift off of her shoulders. She is much happier than before, the shadows she interacts with are no longer mostly hostile. She can see a bright future ahead, and hopes that her mentee, Freya will be able to see it to once she ascends. She's been spending more time with her daughters and suprisingly with her mother and sisters as well. Things seem to have changed for the better.

She was found lifeless one day in her cave, a smile painted on her face. There were no signs that would suggest why or how she passed away. Many like to believe her spirit was carried away into the afterlife by The Ancestors.

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As you approach to bump her forehead, Hathor grabs your head and starts licking your snout softly.

Hathor stands on her back legs, cuddling into your soft mane for a bit as a greeting.



Your lion begins to feel dark, broody, and a little wolfish as they channel the blessing of Anubis into their coat.