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In the heart of the savannah's colorful domain,
Lived a lioness with a vibrant pelt, far from plain,
Her coat, a tapestry of hues, a work of art,
A healer's touch, a compassionate heart.
With each sunrise, her colors would dance,
A healing spirit, a gentle, hopeful trance,
Yet, in her eyes, a longing so profound,
A royal lineage she felt duty-bound.
Her parents and grandparents were of noble birth,
Royalty's weight, a legacy's worth,
But her calling was different, misunderstood,
A healer's path, she felt, was equally good.
In the shade of acacia trees, she'd mend,
Helping all creatures, both foe and friend,
Yet, the pressure to bear cubs was strong,
To continue a legacy, she felt she'd belong.
But the lioness knew, deep in her core,
That her destiny was not only to bore,
She could be a healer, gentle and kind,
With a colorful pelt, a rare gem to find.
She'd tend to wounds, both visible and within,
With a soul full of love and a colorful skin,
Her purpose unique, misunderstood or not,
A healer's legacy, a lesson taught.
In the midst of the colorful tapestry she wore,
She'd prove that her calling was worth even more,
For in her compassion, the world would see,
A lioness with a vibrant heart, wild and free.
"I don’t recognize you? oh my— you’re all hurt! let me treat you," she rushes to your aid, licking your wounds softly, as lion tongues are like sandpaper! she reaches for her satchel, pouring some water into your wounds. it stings a bit, but she then licks behind your ear gently to reassure you, grabbing one of her herbs— squeezing the juice onto your wounds.
it stings, a lot. but, you realize … your wounds seem to be getting better by the minutes!
leave? (go to 1)
stay? (go to 2)
1// you rise to your paws, but quickly interrupted by the lioness, "wait! i didnt—" you quickly walked away, you can’t be found by the prides mane or dominant lioness in their territory.
2// you and her bond a bit, as she continues to heal your wounds. you eventually get found by the prides mane, he chases you out very aggressively, but your wounds are healed, so no biggy!
although young, she had many connections with her ancestors and the dead. after this was discovered by her pridemates,’ she soon became the healer. after being appointed by sakari, he soon retired.
aware of her heritage shared with Stardust, she realizes how her mother depends on her to carry the generation of both Stardust, Sakari, Miley and her mother.
Unless Starlight has cubs.
She lived in sadness most of her life, knowing she would outlive most the lions she knew. The gods have spoken to her about the fact she will die when she’s 15 or older. The thought of her mother dying hurt her, especially because her father never visited.
She knows how sakari will fall. but she refuses to reveal, too struck with grief to even think about the only king she knew dying.
but, at least there’s Bloody Cotton Candy…? nope. he’s dead.
You flop down for a nap, and !! frostbite ¡¡ joins you for a good snuggle! Best cuddle buddy ever.
You got stung by a wasp in your last territory patrol, but luckily !! frostbite ¡¡ was around to gently lick the wound. You feel better after her gentle tending.
You ran up and greeted !! frostbite ¡¡ happily. Oops, you also knocked her over with your gleeful shoulder-nudge. Ah well, she just fell over giggling and flailing
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