❧Ana❦

born in 24/07/2024

This litter brought a small surprise: a cub that is different to normal lion cubs. Upon questioning - in fear of being chased or killed - the lioness admits to a mating with an escaped jaguar when she was in heat... The cub is a hybrid! What will you do now!?

11/08/2024
You were pacing back and forth, frustrated at losing to a puny hyena earlier. Suddenly ❧Ana❦ comes up to you, and softly tells you that no one is thinking badly of you for it. She soothingly kneads your mane.

Name given in honor of my Best Friend. (She didn't die, but I wanted to name a first generation hybrid after her when I had one.)

first heat: 1 Buff, 1 Lion meat, 1 Zebra heart= 4 cubs, 1 Jag
second heat (barked) : 1 Buff, ! lion meat= 3 Cubs, 2 Jags
two heats reserved for: #273638 in February.
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Light and dark. Shadows and snow. The same and yet world apart. One of the summer forest and one the winter wonderland. One a life she earned. One a life of ease. Thus was the difference between two Jaglions, Claudia and Ana.

Bright laughter echoed through the snow as Ana darted in and out of the winter landscape, chasing butterflies among the flowers. Flowers that bloomed in a frozen landscape by her life and power so spring would survive throughout the coldest months. When the snow was the brightest and softest and made the best crunches when pounced on. When she could hide in a snow back and pounce out at the kitten that followed her around, giggling as they tumbled.

Ana was the spirit of Winter. The warmth of hot chocolate on a freezing day. The song of the ice on a lake. The sounds of the birds in the night under the dancing light of the skies. She was the friend taking your hand and taking off to slide down a hill or make snow lions. She was the nip at your nose before you curled up in the furs, snuggled close to the ones you held dearest.

The idea of a firm hand never crossed her mind. Or living anywhere that wasn't her shimmering wonderland of ice and snow. So the rumors of a jaglion like her only as black as night and living somewhere shadows could hide her? That was as foreign to Ana as living on the moon. Such a place didn't exist for her, so any rumors about it were her bed time stories she whispered to her kitten at night. Because how could anyone want to live away from the fun and life?