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!!WIP!!
[NOTE; obviously, none of the lore i come up with is what actually happened LMFAO most of this is breeding mishaps, a couple were trades. this is all for fun!!]
(Mbao - 'Wooden', 'Otter', 'Needs Class')
⋉ Mbao was conceived by a low-ranking lioness and some subordinate male, both having just barely escaped their teens, in an average pride, known for its wasteland of a territory and its unforgiving king. Said low-rankers had always dreamed of higher power, to be 'saviors' of sorts for their pride. It's what they connected over, after all- in fact, getting ahead of themselves, they conceived their cub as a way of securing their future heir, 'just to be safe'. If only they knew what awaited them.
⋊ Now, as idealistic as the pair were, they weren't stupid- they were well aware that assassination can lead to exile at best, execution at worst. That's the thing- while acquiring the king's status was the goal, they were willing to die for their plan, and damn it, if they die, they're taking the king with them. But to *not* die, they have to not get caught. Thus, on the day of Mbao's birth, her father snuck away into the dawn- this should be perfect. In their pride, specifically in terms of the territory and king, either the cub or its mother dying at birth was not unheard of, and thus to prevent this, most of the pride would be assisting Mbao's mother, like they would for any mother. This should be a great opportunity to get the king alone on patrol...
⋉ Alas. While Mbao's father fought hard, and greatly weakened the king, ultimately, his assassination attempt would prove to be a suicide mission- he dies for his cause. At dusk, word gets around of his death, and the pride mourns- especially Mbao's mother, sobbing with her cub in her paws. Only then, does it hit her- nothing was mentioned of the king. Mbao's father was a strong lion, he had to have at least weakened him. Eventually, tucking her 'heir' to a safe part of her den, she takes off, in search of the 'beloved' king.
⋊ It's a long run, but eventually, Mbao's mother stops at the scene of the crime, already crowded by a committee of vultures. She shoos them off, inspecting her lover's body, finding traces of that sad sap of a king. Gulping down her grief, she follows the scent, coming across that damned lion- bloodied, bruised, exhausted, clearly trying to regain his energy. Impulse taking control, she pounces to finish what her lover started... It's too easy, she almost felt sorry for him. All it took was pounding his head to a tree! She takes a moment to groom the blood off her paws, admiring her work- big mistake.
⋉ Her ears perking up at the sound of a pained roar, she's immediately pinned down by another subordinate male who's name she didn't know, spitting curses to her face. He pauses, getting to check if there was traces of life from the fallen king- a pulse, a breath, anything- and yet, it was all for nothing. Shaking his head, he drags Mbao's mother back to the pride, growling and shaking along the way.
⋊ It takes a month for her sentence to be decided on. Of course, the king deliberately kept the pride in a wasteland, and only showed apathy when they proved to be starving, so nobody was particularly grieving. But he died without an heir, and none of the lions had any training to compensate. Plus, treason is treason, and punishment varies. The pride went back and forth on what to do, what not to do... But eventually, Mbao's mother is called outside her den. She's to be sentenced to death, with her cub in tow.
⋉ Obviously, Mbao's mother protests against this-
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