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Enchantress's Grandaughter
When Chevelle was approximately 5 and a half years old - it was clear to her she wanted to begin learning from her grandmother.
Formerly, Chevelle distanced herself from her pride as much as she could. She had a few friends, but her mother was sold, and she never knew her father. She always felt like an outsider and worried her king would eventually dispose of her, too.
Enchantress, however busy, spent whatever time she could with her granddaughter. Chevelle enjoyed this greatly, but her heart was stolen by the hunt.
Hours away from the pride, solitude, opportunities to help others, and the great satisfaction of the kill finally made Chevelle feel like she had purpose. Her body made her an outstanding and deadly huntress. Enchantress was the first to witness Chevelle's gift when the two were hunting with their pride mates. The older lioness breathed a silent thanks to the Great Divine when the obsidian lioness finally seemed to find something to ground her. Chevelle was now indispensable, and she glowed with confidence.
As a lioness who is athletically advanced, she's also intellectually gifted and needs plenty of stimulation. She pursues her interests, becoming more skilled and educated, and moves on to acquire even more knowledge and power. So it was no surprise to Enchantress when her grand daughter approached her with utmost conviction and a pleasant confidence on morning before the sun rose.
"Enchantress, I want to be your apprentice," her warm voice rumbled. The speckled magpie on her back vocalized shrilly.
The elder shaman, at the far end of her life time looked deep into Chevelle's bismuth eyes. She could see fire. She could see love. Enchantress knew she had a captive and devoted student waiting for her to pour the last months of her life into. That's what Enchantress would do.
Some months after the passing of the great old shaman, Chevelle was like a new lioness. She was colder yet still confident. She seemed to have aged with the loss of her grandmother. Years from this point she would learn that was the darkest night for her soul. Chevelle thought her younger years before she was a huntress were the toughest days, but the loss of Enchantress's physical presence in her waking days made Chevelle want to sleep more and more. She wanted to dissociate more and more, walking in realms that distracted her from reality.
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