Wren
Daughter of Indi
{Cubs born into Pride: 2 | Cubs rejected by the King: 2}
● Visitor Interaction (Y/n) ●
*Future Interaction* {Unlocks when Adult}
● Bio ●Newborn : Wren is the 47th cub born to Vesper. She was born at night toward the end of the Great Plains Drought.
{Vesper visited Indi's nest, having to practically pull her two cubs out from beneath her to see them. He knew immediately that the female would stay, but her brother would not. The potential of his cubs was becoming increasingly easier to distinguish after so many being born to his pride. But Vesper tried his best to stay as sympathetic as possible, losing their cubs didn't seem to get any easier for his lionesses.
"You may keep and name the female, but I'm taking the male." Vesper stated as he met Indi's gaze. He could tell she wasn't pleased despite being able to keep one cub, which was much more than most his lionesses were given. Her body lunged forward when he made his move for the male, but a snarled warning had her pulling back. Her ears pressed flat against her head when their gazes locked again, giving him a glare before he turned to leave with the male dangling from his jaws.}
Young Cub: *Bio stuff*
Cub:
| Wrestling: Succeeded
{Wren pounced right for your throat. Hey ouch! Those little teeth sure hurt!} | Pouncing: Succeeded
{Wren pounced on the feather bundle and ripped it into tiny shreds with a wicked glint in her eye.} | Chasing : Succeeded
{With an evil chuckle Wren joked about skinning any pridemate who tried to pass her. Was she being serious?} | Stalking: Succeeded
{Narrowing her eyes, Wren blended in the with the shadows to track the hare with ease.} | Climbing: Succeeded x2 - Failed 3rd Time
{Wren dashed to the top of the rock pile, then began pushing small stones over the edge to stop her opponents from getting any higher.} - {Wren got distracted by a viper crawling through the rock pile. You heard her muttering something about wanting to keep it.} |
Adolescent: *Bio stuff*
Adult:
{ 2 years, 10 months old} - Wren gave birth to two females. Two females that lit a fire inside her, a dangerous storm that wanted nothing but their wellbeing. She knew the moment they were born that she would do anything for them, but she also knew that the only thing she couldn't protect them from was their father. Even if she decided to fight him, which crossed her mind numerous times as she waited for him to arrive, she knew she would be alone in her feat. That fact sealed her defeat before she could even wager her life. Vesper was strong and a skilled fighter and her King would not hesitate to take her life and her cubs for her disobedience. His vicious nature was one of the reasons she admired her King and loathed him this very moment. She considered it a final time when Vesper entered Mother's Den, his mere presence threatening the lives of her cubs, but she knew it was truly hopeless when she laid eyes on Condor. The Heir waited at the mouth of the cavern, his eyes scanning through the lionesses and cubs that slept or bustled about. It was impossible to fight off two males with no help.
"Good Evening, Wren." Her King greeted her.
"Is it?" Wren questioned him, a threat hidden in her words. "Good?"
Vesper eyed her, acknowledging her meaning, but not showing a drop of intimidation. "Our pride is teeming with life, I'd say that is good cause to label tonight as such. Be a shame if it had to be ruined by unnecessary death."
Wren huffed, a laugh without out a scrap of humor. "I believe we have different definitions of unnecessary."
"Yes, and that is why I am King." The power behind his last word almost sent a shiver down her spine. Almost. His next words caused an uproar. "Condor and I will be taking your cubs."
Wren snarled, baring her teeth with all the ferocity she could muster, but her King outdid her. He erupted into a roar, silencing the entire cavern, his fangs poised to attack. Wren had no choice but to pull back her aggression, realizing her mistake. It seemed her King was in no mood for opposition. She didn't make another sound as Vesper and Condor carried her daughters out of the den, leaving her as a ball of frustration.
● Pride Interactions ●
~● Wren mews and brushes against you for attention. You give her a playful nudge back towards the direction of her mother. She can handle this needy cub.
{ 4 months old}
~● As you pass by, Wren glares at you intently until you are fully out of her sight. You still feel uneasy a while afterwards.
{ 2 years old}
~● You pass by Wren and nod a greeting. She is smiling calmly, and returns your greeting. That... can't be a good thing.
{ 2 years, 5 months old}
~● Here
{ # years, # months old}
