Tomesha

Tomesha is neither interested nor interesting. That's what she said to Da'rhad when she had to introduce herself to him the day she arrived here with the three other females. This earned her a nudge from Pyla who frowned at her. Ah yes. "It was necessary to make low profile" Pyla had said to her earlier. Yet it was the truth.
Born in a small pride without much power or destiny, she didn't expect much from her monotonous life. Until she found herself embroiled in spite of herself by her cousins in a hasty escape from the territory. The king was dead. A rival had stepped forward and proclaimed himself master of the place, his mouth still dripping with fresh blood. Then, without an ounce of charity, he had decimated all the youngest of the fallen king's line.
Tomesha knew that some lions could be cruel. She had not been born in the last rainy season. She also knew that her life was supposed to be monotonous and uneventful. So why had it been so easy to follow her cousins into the unknown, and why had she loved the adrenaline and danger that had followed them all along?
She didn't think she was an excellent hunter or fighter, or even the stuff of a good mother. So why had Da'rhad accepted her?
"You should trust your abilities a little more, you know?" had whispered Da'rhad one quiet evening. Maybe, she had thought to herself as she snuggled a little more against the big male. Her life was a little less monotonous now, and she smiled.

Birth Pride: N/A
Father: N/A
Rank: Huntress
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The Huntresses are responsible for bringing food to the pride. Their determination and agility make them expert hunters, capable of taking down prey in the harsh desert environment. They are under the command of the Lead Huntress.