Демон :3

This lioness was a hell of to raise. As a cub, the king had adopted her himself since he had gotten the liking of her. She was a rascal nonetheless, but at least she was a good addition to his pride. Maybe adopting lionesses from tree was good after all? Demon wasn't scared much of fire either when she traveled with rick, the king of the pride, nor humans. She was taught to hunt since she was a cub by her king due to her being his first lioness that was worthy from the tree. Though when she had become an adolcent, she wasn't much around the old rick since he had other pride members to deal with. As she had told, she didn't make much friends nor did she remember any of her siblings. As she had grown into a lioness, she became a part of the hunting team where she had achieved her name, demon, because of how brutally she hunted without any mercy.

You pass by Демон :3 lurking in the shadows. She narrows her eyes as she watches you walk by. You are unsure if she is showing contentment or contempt, but it unsettles you.