Eguaveril✨

Eguaveril's father needed no introduction. The Deathwing himself sired her with one of his loyal lionesses. But she was not born to be one of his priests or heirs, and instead found herself, like many of her siblings, within the ranks of another pride. A small one, with a king notable for his leadership despite his average strength. She met the pride at the edge of their territory, spinning a tale about how she wanted a more peaceful life for herself and her sister. They believed her. Welcomed her with open arms.

She didn't understand why her father wanted her here. To learn secrets, perhaps? But then, she understand few of his decisions. It wasn't her place to understand. She followed the lionesses on their hunts, working with them until her very bones ached, and when they showered her with praise and warmth, she took the fondness for them that bubbled up inside her for them and tried to tuck it somewhere deep away, where she wouldn't so easily dwell on it.

Over time, the pride became her home. She dreaded with all her being the day her father might call upon her and summon her back. But it never happened. And one day, the birdsong carried news that the Deathwing had perished. No one quite knew why or how. Eguaveril, personally, didn't care. Only that she was finally free from his shadow.