Hariri

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"Hey! Who's that?! There's some kind of freak ogling us!" One of the pale, red-eyed lionesses suddenly screamed as soon as she saw you walking past the basking spot she and her sisters had claimed. They all rose up, smelling almost sick because of how much fermented marula fruit they'd been eating.

"Go away, you bunny chaser!" shouted another one. "We're not up for sale! We're not giving you no cubs! Take your offers and stick it up yours!"

"Yeah! Fuck you!" The one with a mane visible yelled louder than any of them. All of a sudden, this group of lionesses are pelting you with fruit, dried shit and cracked skulls! You quickly haul ass out of there, stunned at the utter rudeness of those icy bitches. But maybe there was something else...they had the same mannerisms of scared little girls that don't have anyone to protect them. Maybe they've been told to act that way, or maybe they just know that even if their king would help, it wouldn't hurt to defend themselves.

Even if you come back, all of them are like this. They don't want anything to do with you; you're a guest, not a member of this pride, but even so, their manners are horrid. The king must be either incredibly lazy to let this pass...or maybe he's actually laughing at all of this like it's some kind of sick joke.

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The fifth Achromia lioness bought by Ghadhabu, "Hariri" is the Swahili word for silk, earned by the luxurious softness of her fur. Considered more arrogant than her pride-sisters, Hariri came into her own with refined skills for hunting at dusk and dawn, using the blurred sunlight to mask her approach either alone or in her hunting group. She found fighting and playing with smaller creatures like mongoose and porcupines to be a dangerously clever game, forcing her to show off her skills while acting sarcastic whenever anyone heaped on praise. It was also Hariri who got into the most trouble for teaching the cubs swear words when they weren't even weaned yet.