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"Eyes of Dust and Bone."
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LORE
Grim is known as a reaper of the savanna, a silent guardian and predator that enforces the balance between life and death in the wilderness. While she has the power of her father’s lion lineage, it’s the silent, patient stalking of her mother’s tiger side that gives her an advantage. Her senses are keen, and she can move as quietly as a shadow slipping through tall grass.
Legends say that Grim has a special bond with the spirits of the dead. She’s often seen near old burial grounds or tangled in roots with bones, much like the skull and twisted wood around her. Some believe she communicates with the spirits of fallen lions and tigers, drawing wisdom from their past lives. As she roams, eagles and vultures follow, acting as her eyes in the sky, guiding her toward areas where she’s needed to restore nature’s equilibrium.
Although Grim has an imposing presence, she is more a guardian than a destroyer, watching over her domain and ensuring that only the strongest survive. Her mission is not understood by the other creatures, who avoid her out of fear.
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ENCOUNTER
Her eyes lock onto you, amber and cold. There’s something ancient in that gaze, a knowing that chills you to the bone. She seems neither curious nor aggressive, merely assessing as if measuring your worth in an instant.
Instinct tells you to step back, but you find yourself rooted in place. Grim's gaze is magnetic, drawing you in even as it warns you of her power. She circles you slowly, each pawstep soundless, eyes never leaving yours. You can feel her energy—a strange, electric pulse that hints at her mixed blood, the lion’s brute strength tempered by the tiger’s stealth.
The wind shifts, and for a brief moment, you catch the faint scent of decay, and you realise you’re standing on sacred ground—her ground. Around her paws, you notice the skeletal remains of past lives, cracked and brittle in the dirt, a graveyard woven into her territory. Grim pauses, her gaze growing heavy as if she is considering something far beyond your understanding.
And then, just as silently as she arrived, she turns her back to you, padding deeper into the barren expanse. You exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, aware that you’ve been granted mercy—a reprieve from whatever judgment Grim could have passed. She disappears into the landscape, her form melting into shadows and dust, leaving you with the unsettling feeling that her eyes are still watching from afar, as if she has become one with the very bones and earth around her.
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Bought from: #258569
(1x Crunchy, 1AB 1GB)
Her Cubs!
Heritage!
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