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Sujah was the kind of lioness that commanded attention without even trying—though she certainly wasn’t shy about making sure she did. With a sharp tongue and a sharp wit, she never hesitated to speak her mind, no matter how much it ruffled feathers. It wasn’t that she was a troublemaker, but she had little patience for nonsense. If something didn’t make sense or rubbed her the wrong way, she was quick to let everyone know—often with a snarky quip or an eye roll that spoke volumes.
Her appearance was as striking as her attitude. Sujah’s coat was a swirl of cosmic patterns and striking colors—almost like the night sky itself had decided to grace her with its beauty. Her bobbed tail, a remnant of some unknown accident or perhaps a battle, only added to her allure. The markings were all layered in a cool celestial aesthetic, leaving an impression of something both fierce and beautiful, like a comet streaking through the sky.
Her eyes, too, were sharp—always calculating, always observing. She rarely missed a detail, whether it was a shift in the posture of the other lionesses or the subtle changes in the wind. Yet for all her edge, Sujah wasn’t without depth. Beneath that sharp exterior was a lioness who cared deeply, even if she was reluctant to show it. She wasn’t easily impressed, and it took a lot to earn her respect—especially from anyone who thought they could dominate her with power or charm. Sujah didn’t play that game. But when she did decide someone was worth her time, she was fiercely loyal and always had their back—though she’d make it clear she was doing so on her terms.
She had come to the pride recently, and no one really knew where she’d come from, exactly. There were rumors—of a distant pride, of some fight she had walked away from, of a past where she’d been a lone wanderer. But Sujah wasn’t one to dwell on such things. She had no time for those who couldn’t handle her brand of sass, but she’d been steadily carving her place in the pride. And in a way, her biting humor and no-nonsense approach to life had earned her some admiration—even if she wasn’t the most approachable lioness.
Sujah's relationship with the others in the pride was... complicated. She could be a bit of a wild card—never quite fitting into the traditional mold of a lioness’s role. She wasn’t interested in taking care of cubs, like Shamsi, or running the pride like Raha, but her skills were sharp in other ways—particularly when it came to survival. Her speed, cunning, and ability to read situations quickly made her invaluable in certain moments, though she would never admit it. She wasn’t one for standing in the background, either; Sujah made sure to be where the action was, even if her presence was often marked by a quip, a smirk, or a perfectly timed sarcastic remark.
Though she might clash with some of the pride's more traditional personalities, she always had an uncanny ability to stay calm in the face of danger, her snarky remarks often serving as a sharp edge to cut through tense moments. Sujah knew how to disarm with words just as much as she could with her claws, and she enjoyed keeping others on their toes—no one ever quite knew if she was joking or if she was dead serious.
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