Haven

In the heart of the savannah, where the golden grass stretches as far as the eye can see, there lies a pride ruled by a lion of unmatched strength and cunning. Avalans mighty roar echoes through the pride. As he yawns, he stands up, his eyes like a void and fur like the silvery stars that dot the night sky. You spot chains draping over his mighty back and some scars from fierce battles.
The Great Avalan approaches you with a growl, "Haven, show me your strength,” he commands. 
You are the sole heir to the throne of Avalan. Adorned with a coast of white writhing up and down your body along with playful hues, seen rarely on a lion. The sun dances in your eyes and the earth in your hind legs. Everyone knows why he chose you. Day after day you train relentlessly but to no avail. You want to live up to the fierce Avalan whose strength continues to scare kings. No one has dared challenge him, yet age defeats him with a cunning smile.
Haven shook his snowy mane as the strongest lion at the trading center approached him. You didn’t know he was looking for an heir. You didn’t know why you were so weak.
Eventually, he only makes you a sub-male and continues his search for an heir. Saddened, you patrol alongside Blackstone and Tiger for the rest of your days.