VixenDaughter of Nisha {Cubs born into Pride: 1 | Cubs rejected by the King: 1}
● Visitor Interaction (Y/n) ●
*Future Interaction* {Unlocks when Adult}
● Bio ●Newborn : Vixen is the fifth cub not born to Vesper to be accepted into the pride, despite not being related to the King. She is Nisha's sixth cub and was birthed at night in the end of The Great Plains Drought. { "Don't take any more from me, please." Nisha begged. With that simple word, Vesper thought there may be a chance for his lioness. It was the first sign of desperation she had showed since he walked up to her nest.
"You might have been able to keep all of them, had they been mine. But we'll never know, will we?" He mocked her.
"Vesper, please." Again, his lioness begged.
Though she had addressed him by name, irritating him considering the circumstance, he had begun to consider her request. But he wasn't letting her off that easily, she'd have to give him more. He exaggerated his displeasure, scrunching his nose and curling his lip as he responded with, "You are asking for something you are undeserving of, the same is said for your cubs."
"I regret my actions!" She exclaimed. "I regret acting on my grudges and trying to-" she hesitated, as if she was looking for the right words, "Trying to get back some sense of control. That's all it was, and it was stupid. I don't want it to cost my life, or the lives of even more of my cubs. Please, my King. Please allow me to keep them and you will never hear a word of defiance from me. I swear on my life, no matter what happens after tonight, I will be nothing but obedient."
Vesper let her words hang in the air, weighing them against her. She seemed to mean every single one, her voice having had a sense of desperation. It was exactly what he was looking for and her request wasn't outlandish. She had two daughters left in her litter, daughters who could benefit their pride despite their lineage. He allowed her to wait a bit longer, to doubt his response, before he accepted her deal. "Very well," he said with a flick of his tail. "You may keep your daughters and your life."}
Young Cub: *Bio stuff*
Cub: | Wrestling: Failed - Succeeded 2nd Time {When asked to join training, Vixen tells you she’d rather eat elephant dung. Well then.} - {You pit Vixen against her pridemate for a training scuffle. After her win, she tells exaggerated tales about how she nearly died when asked how training went.} | Pouncing: Succeeded {Vixen pounced on many locusts, then dryly commented that no, she really wouldn't rather be doing something else besides squishing bugs. Squishing bugs is SO fun.} | Chasing : Succeeded x2 {Although she was the winner of the race, Vixen had more fun talking about how she is DYING now. All this work will make her starve, for realsies.} | Stalking: Succeeded {Sneaking? Ugh, Vixen HATES sneaking. She's terrible at it, in fact. She muttered all this and then promptly returned with the mouse she caught. Nicely done.} | Climbing: Succeeded {Oh no, the tree was too tall. There was clearly no way that Vixen could get up there. Or so she said, as she sat cheerfully in the canopy. } |
Adult: 2 years, 10 months old - Vixen gave birth to a male with a beautiful fiery coat. She loved him the moment she laid eyes on him, and though she knew it was unwise, she hoped her King would feel the same way. There were two other lionesses for him to visit, but Vesper made a beeline to her nest. He had seemed off when he stopped in front of her, almost disappointed before he even met their cub. "Glad to see your as excited as I am..." Vixen said dryly, earning an unamused look. Vesper met with his son and a moment later told her that he wouldn't be staying. "Wow, shocker with how ecstatic you were to begin with." Vixen stressed with fake surprise. Her King didn't say a word, simply picked up their son and left. She was mad at herself for thinking that he would keep their son. It was as if Condor's place within the pride had cursed all the future males that would be born after him. Her tail lashed in distaste. He was the last male she wanted to take the role of their King, after contracting that awful infection, she would rather die than produce the next generations of cubs with him. Sure, he claimed it wasn't infectious. But then how did he get it in the first place? Vesper needed to choose another Heir, if not, Vixen was sure that their pride's population would come to a complete halt with his passing. She wasn't even exaggerating, it was simply facts. ● Pride Interactions ●
~● Vixen asks you why you wrestle with lionesses so much. You tell them it's...good exercise…yeah. That. { 11 months old}
~● Vixen slunk up to you, commenting wryly that she totes saw you stumble all over yourself in that last play fight. What a fantastic show that was! She could watch it all day. { 4 years, 6 months old}
~● Here { # years, # months old} |
