🧶 Unwound 🧶

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"As the sun dips below the horizon, the savannah is bathed in a warm, golden glow. The tall grasses sway gently in the evening breeze, and the distant roar of a lion punctuates the tranquil symphony of the wild. This is the domain of 𝒩𝑒𝓅𝒽𝓉𝒽𝓎𝓈, where every creature moves in harmony with the land.

In this serene setting you find 匚ㄚ尺ㄩ丂, standing at the edge of a clearing, eyes fixed on the figure of Unwound, the adolescent lioness. Her coat shimmers against the fading light, a testament to the untamed beauty of nature.

“Hello, I am 匚ㄚ尺ㄩ丂, and I come with a deep respect for the savannah and its creatures. I seek to form a bond with Unwound, the primal adolescent lioness, offering her a sanctuary where she can continue to grow and be free.” "

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Nephthys shoved the young she-lion forward with a massive paw tipped with thorn-sharp claws. Her ferus snarl was nonchalant as she dismissed the visitor, "Take her; she shows no promise to me. I'd be careful of this one, though. Don't forget where she was born; Dry River Valley lions' hearts run with blood cold as the winter winds." There was a haunting glint in the queen's old eyes.

The small primal, with similar markings to the very ruler of these lands, stumbled by the shove but regained her posture with a hiss under her breath. She looked up at the visitor, now her new ruler, and padded to their side with a sidelong smirk at Nephthys

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The air around you seem to hum as the last light of day fades, 匚ㄚ尺ㄩ丂 and Unwound turn away from Nephthys.