Cassandra

Cassandra was always an angry child. Born in Chaphaza’s final litter, Cassandra was small and weak at birth, and quickly became sick. With the constant care of the pride’s healer and her mother’s watchful eye, the little spitfire lived to see her first week, than month, than year.

The illness of her cubhood left her very vulnerable to sickness and unable to bear cubs of her own, but she doesn’t care. Her greatest joys in life are hunting and fighting, and she excels at both. The only two lions she ever showed gentleness and love to were her mother, who she honored and looked after until her death, and the Shaman, Thelathini, who saved her life. To the rest of the pride, she is curt, aggressive and cold. Most of them learn to not take it personally and to just accept her as she is.

Cassandra is overall quite happy with her life. And, she’s not murdered anyone yet, so her mother is very proud when she looks down from the stars.

~Cassandra glares at you as you approach, but she does not swat you as you groom her head. Instead, she perches elegantly, making it clear that you can only do this because she is allowing it.