ʜʏᴀᴄɪɴᴛʜᴳ¹

The morning dew was layered heavily on the grass, each step felt as if you were walking in a puddle. You make your way to a small stream that flows along the back area of your territory, when you notice a sweet smell. You lift your head to get a better smell when you notice some paw prints leading to the bushes. As you make your way to the bushes you get a quick glance of black dots moving through the bush, you assume a leopard has made his way in to catch a peek on your ladies! Your body tenses, you crouch down to let out a low growl, then you notice pink toes under the bushes and the sweet scent from earlier. As soon as you lift your head you notice a lioness, her eyes locked onto yours as she watches your composure lighten.

Her eyes were pure white with bold spotting around them, her toes and ears were pink, her fur glowed a purplish hue that complimented her black marozi scattered over her body. Your heart skipped a beat. . . you stood there for seconds stunned by her presence. She backed up, perhaps frightened that your eyes lingered too long; when you noticed you shift your eyes and try to approach her. But within seconds she takes off and runs into the tree line following the stream. You keep your composure and watch as her figure disappears; you perhaps wondered if she belonged to a neighboring king and felt some jealousy. You returned to your pride after the whole occurrence and tell no-one of your strange encounter. That evening you sat on the highest rock that overlooked the stream for hours, trying to perhaps get a glimpse once again of the mysterious lioness, but no luck.

Many days passed, perhaps months even but you couldn't get her off your mind. You wondered why you are so stuck on the thought of her. Every morning you went to the stream hoping that perhaps you would see her again. One late summer morning you noticed a purplish flower growing in clusters in the stream along the bank, its color reminded you of the lioness and your heart felt heavy. You grab the flower with your teeth and pull it from its bush. You walk to the same spot you met the lioness and stood there and looked into the bushes trying to remember which direction she ran. You start walking in the direction, after almost an hour of walking with the stream you catch a sweet scent and your head perks up. You come along to a grassy area where thick trees cover the sky and the stream widens to a pool, you sniff around because you recognize this scent but there is no-one around. You wait there in the grass for a few minutes until you realize its time to get going; a-lot of the female lions in your pride have noticed your demeanor and affection towards them has changed in the last couple months and you don't want them knowing about your whereabouts.

You place the flower in a patch of grass by the pool and walk back to your territory. A couple times a week you pick a flower and repeat the process of dropping it off down the stream at the same grassy area. Until one day you notice there are no longer any flowers in bloom, with the cool fall air it seems the flowers won't be back until summer. All the hope you once had has withered to nothing. You lay down next to the stream where the sun is shining, you close your eyes soaking up the warmth on your fur. When you awake then sun is midway in the sky, as you stretch your body you notice paw prints in the mud on the stream's bank. . . there is a sweet scent in the air. "She was here!" you thought as your franticly looking around, but she is nowhere to be found.

That evening you decide to sneak away from the pride and return to that spot, a rash move with tension in the pride. The moonlight is reflecting off of the stream and the crickets are chirping, you sniff around and see no trace of movement. You walk the stream for a few minutes when you notice a sole hyacinth flower in bloom, its purple shines with the moonlight. As you approach the flower you hear a twig snap to the left of you across the stream bed. Your eyes widen as you cannot believe it's her, it's been months yet she looks exactly as the first time you laid eyes on her. Before you can react, she lets out a "hello there", which stuns you even more because her voice is calm and confident. The moonlight reflected off her purple fur giving her a silver shine, you say "I've been hoping to see you for a while now, I was starting to imagine you were a dream.", she giggles and says "I've actually been watching you.". You're shocked to hear her response, she then replies "All those flowers you left, I saw all of those too. You've showed dedication and affection all this time, I thought it would be the right time to show you I have been here all along.", you respond "why did you take so long? " as your eyes soften.

That evening you walked the stream together, she explained how she lives by where the stream widens to a pool and that she hunts small game in the surrounding area, and that she has yet to be claimed by a king and has no intention to. However, her feelings towards you are the same as you felt with her; but she makes clear she will not be joining your pride. These words hurt, it's not what you want to hear but you're simply content by her presence; you haven't felt this way towards another lion since the day you saw her. She catches you staring at her as she rambles on, her cheeks become flustered as she trots in-front of you. You two make it too were the stream widens and becomes a pool, you decide to lay on the grassy area together where you groom each others face underneath the moonlight.

You awaken by birds chirping, and quickly realize that you fell asleep. You frantically rush to your feet and notice that the lioness is gone herself; you trot down the stream bed and back into your territory. The pride is furious about your disappearance, you tell them that an intruder was spotted on the outskirts of your territory and resulted in a long chase. But only some believe it, especially with the sweet scent radiating from your fur.

The following nights you find yourself sneaking out to meet with her. Feelings grow and all you want is to be with her, no other. She informs you in a few nights she will be leaving for a few weeks with some traveling trader lions to neighboring lands in search of gems and craftables. She urges you to stay with her tonight, you hesitate because of the wrath of 50 plus female lions back at the den you will have to endure. You agree to stay but only for this night, she tells you she is grateful you choose her over the others. She intertwines her tail on yours, nuzzling besides you.

Weeks passed and you grew anxious of her return, a few lionesses have left the pride due to your unaffectionate nature. On the evening of the next full moon, you creep out and walk the stream bed in search of her; you notice a sweet scent but also something different. Your pace quickens as you become more anxious of this new smell. When you come up to the grassy area where you once always met, you see the lioness crouched down and huddled in some large rocks densely covered by bushes. Her white eyes meet yours, her expression softens. She turns her body around and picks up something in her mouth, as she walks over you realize that she is holding a cub. She puts it at your feet and you smell it, it's the scent from earlier.

As you look up her eyes meet with yours, she softly says "he is yours, this is why I disappeared for weeks. I'm sorry.", you are baffled by her words. You look at the cub and his fur glows a purple hue like his mothers, he's only days old but he's squirming around as if he was weeks. She sees your confusion and replies "I traveled many miles to reach the body of water surrounded by flowers in the middle of the desert. I soaked in the water several days while I was with cub, the water itself holds many magical properties. Some strength, some smarts, some evil. . . he seems to of got the strength." as she smiles looking at the squirming cub.

She explains that he will be the beginning of your legacy, and will bring strength, courage and beauty to all that it will become. You shake your head because the fact you've already chosen an heir, and trained him to double your strength. It would all be a waste you thought out loud, but she assures you that he would surpass your already chosen heir within only a few years to come. You pace back and forth, thinking of consequences, lineages, and … *cub squeals*. You look slowly over to the cub, its fur glowed pure white; the moonlight even reflected off it. “Once he becomes king his fur will change; the white will turn into black patches. Colors you are investing to your current heir will radiate underneath.” As if time was still you just stand there staring at the lionesses words; until the wind blows so softly, you smell that sweet scent all around you. The scent that you so longed for not long ago, it still brings warmth to your heart. You match eyes and she softly says “That sweet smell is water hyacinth, my fur produces the smell and color just like the flower.So will his, he is the beginning of your wildflower lineage”.

She urges you to keep him, and deep down you know you want to; you nuzzle her face with yours and then proceeds to pick up the cub in your mouth.


The cub will be trained alongside you're already chosen heir, which purpose is to have all the wanted markings obtained in time of G2 wildflower is heird. Which will be when he surpasses the strength of his trainer (Minimum 2K stat) then he will continue the wildflower legacy as king.