PriscillaDaughter of Carmine {Cubs born into Pride: 1 | Cubs rejected by the King: 0}
● Visitor Interaction (Y/n) ●
*Future Interaction* {Unlocks when Adult}
● Bio ●Newborn : Priscilla is the second cub not born to Vesper to be accepted into the pride, despite not being related to the King. She is Carmine's fifth cub and was birthed at night in the middle of The Great Plains Drought. {Vesper battled the urge to take the cubs' life and erase any trace of another male within his pride. He wanted to doubt what he knew with every cell in his body, but that lack of connection between the cubs was too loud to ignore. His lioness had been unfaithful. And the look of fake shock on her face, made his blood boil.
"What?" She asked innocently.
"Do you claim otherwise?" He forced the words past his teeth, teeth that wanted to sink into warm flesh.
Carmine cast her gaze elsewhere and shrank away from him. "No, my King. I do not."
His claws unsheathed, kneading into the tough cavern floor. "So you have betrayed your King and your pride, in turn giving your life away, for the comfort of some other male? And then have the audacity to come back to my pride?" He snarled and rushed her. Her body stiffened, waiting for his wrath, but he paused just before he reached her, his face an inch away from hers.
"Forgive me, my King," she pleaded. "It was a grave mistake, a foolish desire that I would do anything to take back. Please, know that. I regret my actions, deeply. I will not betray you, again."
Her words soothed his anger, but he wasn't ready to let his lioness off so easily. He needed her to understand how big of a mistake she had made. "Yes, I can see to that myself." He threatened, baring his teeth to push the notion further. She reacted as he desired, but he didn't speak until she dared to open her eyes. "Would you truly do anything to gain my favor back?" She didn't hesitate to agree and he almost smiled. "Even taking away the life you created, with your own jaws?"
Carmine watched him for a moment, and he could see the dread in her eyes before said, "Yes, my King."
Satisfied with her response and her obedience, he decided to gift her with mercy. "Well then," he said, pulling away from her. "Fortunately for you, your King is a merciful one. You may keep the cubs." Her surprise pleased him, and he continued, "I will accept them into the pride, but know this my dear, if you ever betray me again. It will be the last thing you do." He simply left her with his promise and never looked back.}
Young Cub: *Bio stuff*
Cub: | Wrestling: Succeeded {Priscilla pounced right for your throat. Hey ouch! Those little teeth sure hurt!} | Pouncing: Failed - Succeeded 2nd Time {Missing the point entirely, Priscilla seemed to take more joy in tormenting the gerbil, than she did in pouncing at it.} - {Priscilla pounced on the feather bundle and ripped it into tiny shreds with a wicked glint in her eye.} | Chasing : Succeeded x2{With an evil chuckle Priscilla joked about skinning any pridemate who tried to pass her. Was she being serious?} | Stalking: Succeeded {Narrowing her eyes, Priscilla blended in the with the shadows to track the hare with ease.} | Climbing: Succeeded {Priscilla dashed to the top of the rock pile, then began pushing small stones over the edge to stop her opponents from getting any higher.} |
Adolescent: *Bio stuff* ● Pride Interactions ●
~● As you pass by, Priscilla glares at you intently until you are fully out of her sight. You still feel uneasy a while afterwards. { 1 year, 4 months old}
~● You pass by Priscilla lurking in the shadows. She narrows her eyes as she watches you walk by. You are unsure if she is showing contentment or contempt, but it unsettles you. { 1 year, 6 months old}
~● You pass by Priscilla and nod a greeting. She is smiling calmly, and returns your greeting. That... can't be a good thing. { 2 year, 1 month old}
~● Here { # year, # months old} |
