MyraDaughter of Lilith {Cubs born into Pride: 2 | Cubs rejected by the King: 2}
● Breeding Goals ●
Dove Eyes| Noctis Quail Flecks
● Bio ●Newborn : Myra is the 37th cub born to Vesper. She was birthed in the morning in the end of The Great Plains Drought. {Vesper made his way to Lilith's next, where she was tending her two cubs. Her gaze slid to him when he was near, a protectiveness emitting from her. He only lifted his chin and waited for her to allow him access to the cubs. Rather reluctantly she gave him some room and he spent some time with each cub. She had given birth to a male and a female. The male was the first one to be born that required some thought as to keep him or not, but ultimately Vesper decided against keeping both. The female barely made it, but he decided she had enough potential to stay for now. "I'm taking the male, you may keep the female. No promises on her staying." Vesper warned her.
"What?" His lioness practically hissed. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at him.
"You heard right, Lilith. You also know the law. No cub is guaranteed to stay. There are already a lot of mouths to feed."
"Why are you getting rid of my son? You can easily make him one of your defenders. Why can't he stay? There's enough room for one of those, isn't there?"
Vesper sighed, casting her a look of annoyance. Her tone was irritating. "He can't stay. That's that."
"You can't take him."
Vesper stared at her, measuring her will. "I can, and I will. But it doesn't have to be bloody. You need to keep in the best condition to tend to your cub." He looked at the female, nursing beside her brother. "We wouldn't want you losing her as well."
She looked in the direction of his focus, her nose scrunching with dissatisfaction before turning her head away from him. Vesper took the opportunity to snatch the male and make his exit, making a mental note that she was going to be difficult in the next season of cubs.}
Young Cub: *Bio stuff*
Cub: | Wrestling: Succeeded {You gave pointers to Myra as you watched them wrestle with one of their pride mates. With a put upon growl, they followed your instructions, securing their victory.} | Pouncing: Succeeded {Myra gave you a bored look when you asked her to try pouncing on a nearby grasshopper. She looked, for a moment, like she wanted to walk away, but eventually she did as told and caught the insect underneath her paw.} | Chasing : Failed x2 - Succeeded 3rd Time {Myra in complete silence turned her back against you, sat down and started to lick her foot. No training today, apparently.} - {Whining all the way through, Myra managed to chase pesky rodents out of your den, as you asked her to!} | Stalking: Succeeded {Although crawling through a fox hole to better sneak up on her target was unconventional, it still certainly worked. You wish you could fit through those still.} | Climbing: Succeeded {You asked Myra to move over to the shade so she could cool off. She huffed at you but eventually climbed up a very high tree to cool off on the branches when she thought you weren't looking.} |
Adolescent: *Bio stuff*
Adult: { # year, # months old} - *Bio Stuff Here*
● Pride Interactions ●
~● You come up to Myra and hear her talking about escape plans to another pride mate. As you approach, she suddenly gets quiet and looks a bit guilty. Perhaps some extra patrolling is in order tonight. { 1 year old}
~● You ask Myra if she wants a tip on her hunting technique, and she tells you she'd rather learn from a log. Ugh, brat. { 1 year, 3 months old}
~● Myra huffs a greeting when you approach, but as soon as you're too close she smacks your cheek. Ow! { 3 years, 1 month old}
~● Here { # years, # months old} |
