Anya

my pride is dead, so I’ve decided to pick Anya as my new favorite lion. I love you Anya.

here’s a story because I was bored
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You observe your surroundings in the forest, admiring chirping birds from above. Losing track of your position, you snap back from auto-pilot and notice a curious, dark cave in front of you. Intrigued, by said “curious cave,” you are suddenly overpowered by a strong scent wafting towards your scrunching nose. Despite this, you decide to step inside and immediately, a cool puff of air swoops over you and you take notice of the cold, damp floor that made your paws curl in reaction. The lush forest that you were once in has been shredded by smooth stones and no longer exist in this barren cave. A loud voice echos through the narrow passageways that takes you by surprise.
Looking around in confusion, you glance to your right and a young, multicolored lioness enters your field of vision, wearing a brown cloak to keep from the cold air. She looks slim, and hungry.
You offer to bring her back to your pride for some much needed food, and she scoffs at you. She gestures to a pile of rotten food that made your expression turn to disgust.
You think about how many lions turned their back away from her, and decide to sit down with her. She surprisingly accepts this affection with a warm gaze and she shakes off a beetle on her paw. It climbs back on.
She doesn’t mind.

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Roaring your name, Anya approaches you asking why didn't you come earlier, she's been waiting the whole morning!