🎀Asclepias 🦋

Swaying her hips gently, 🎀Asclepias 🦋 approaches you with a warm welcome.
Swaying her hips gently, 🎀Asclepias 🦋 approaches you with a warm welcome.
With a graceful lope, 🎀Asclepias 🦋 passes you as you inspect the pride. Her rhythmic pawsteps adding to her feline gracility.
🎀Asclepias 🦋 says: Roaarlon grunt pride! Snarl chuff cub lurk prrt cub, meeewlic roaarlon hssssk mrow.
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A skilled lioness with a knack for interpreting signs from the divine. Despite her tender age, she's one of the first to be invited to hunting parties, and the last to get any rest in the night.

Ever the hunting prodigy, her instincts border the supernatural when it comes to spotting danger. Her mentors were impressed at her knack for avoiding disaster. As her peers gained scar after scar, Asclepias seemed untouchable - always light enough on her feet to bounce lightly away. But how ?

The truth is that she is, indeed, connected to the divine. When the shamans passed by her pridelands, Asclepias learned from them the shamanistic rites associated with connecting to the ancestors. However, she puts her own spin on these teachings regularly, using local herbs instead of those from the caravan, and using the ebb and flow of what is and what will be to chart her course through the tides of the present.

Talent is too mild a word for what she has. Asclepias may just be among the brightest minds that the Pride has to offer. A genius through and through - her recognition must, then, be expected! After all, her elders are only recognizing the depth of what she has to offer.