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Marks:
Celestial x1
Cimmerian x1
You trot towards Ember G5 to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you?
Lore: THE EPIC TALE OF EMBER & GRIME
When Ember was a Cub she heard that If a lion tamed a raven and fed them they would give her shiny trinkets, and Ember LOVES shiny trinkets, so she made it her mission to find a raven. Unfortunately most lions saw ravens as prey, so whenever she found one it usually wasn't around long. Until one time, now an adult lion whom had mostly forgotten Abt ravens, she found one while walking in a secluded section of the territory. It looked sickly, it's feathers disheveled and it's eyes dim. She took it to the pride, and since no lion was exactly looking to consume a half dead bird, she was able to explain the situation. Queen Royale Sauron also had an appreciation for shiny things, so she allowed the lioness to keep the bird, and nurse it back to health. And that she did, with the bird back to full health in a matter of weeks. Ember also decided on the name of Grime, since the raven had been grimy and beat when she first approached him. Finally, the long awaited day had come when Grime flew off, and returned with talonfuls of shiny black rocks. Giddily, Ember crafted them into piercings, and sent Grime out again. Only this time, he returned with nothing but pebbles and sticks. Ember frowned, wondering what she had done wrong. She hoped it was only a one time thing, but alas, every time after that he returned with nothing but junk. Ember, fed up with this nonsense bird, yelled at him to "Fly away and stay away! Give your trash to some lion else!" except he didn't, sticking by her side loyally. Eventually Ember could only give in to the bird's antics and admit that his company was nice, and maybe Grime wasn't all bad, for a bird that is :)
(birds r cool, the end)
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