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She didn't know how to deal with grief well. That's how it all started.
Young, innocent and inexperienced, she had just reached adulthood and started participating in her old pride's hunts when she got involved with a nomadic lion. On her part, it was an innocent attraction, and on his part... Well, he knew how to manipulate her to get what he wanted. Then he left without much explanation, and she found herself confused and hurt. The other lionesses, upon hearing the story, were more than worried about her, and tried to console her as much as possible, at the same time hoping that their brief union would not bear fruit.
Unfortunately, that was not what happened. Two months later, a small cub was born, and the leader of his pride was furious. It was with great difficulty that she managed to have the cub's life spared by the king... on the condition that she kept the little cub out of his sight at all times. But his fate was sealed anyway. It was not by the claws of a lion that he left the world, but by the horns of a wandering buffalo, when the cub was five months old.
It was too much for her to bear, especially when she realized that everyone in the pride thought it was for the best. Undeterred, she set off, searching for any kind of answer she could find as to what had happened. During her wandering life, she had encountered a small group of somewhat... peculiar lionesses. Witches. That's how they introduced themselves. Sunset, upon seeing a little magic they were performing at that moment, became interested. She wouldn't say it out loud... But a glimmer of hope appeared in her mind. Without counting the real intention in her heart, she lived for a long time with these lionesses, learning from them. Learning about different types of magic, and even the written language of humans, so she could read the grimoires coming from them.
One night, when she thought she was ready, she walked away from the other lionesses and began a dangerous spell, which she knew the other lionesses would condemn her for. But she couldn't give up... She HAD to do this, she needed her baby. With dark magic, she sealed a pact with a demon - an action that was forever marked in her eyes - and brought her cub back. Or... Almost. For a moment she thought something had gone wrong, but then she understood that this was what she would get with the demon's unholy magic. The cub had grayish skin, was thin, its skull was exposed and mutated, and skeletal wings adorned its back, too small to be useful in any way.
When the other females saw this, they were horrified, saying that what she had done was unholy, and they expelled her. Sunset didn't care. It was her... Her baby! She didn't care about her appearance, or that she wouldn't age, she just needed to have her little one by her side again!
It was just her and the creature for a while, until she found Micail. She had heard about the draconic lion's benevolence, when deserved, and decided to risk finding shelter in his territory. He was hesitant to let her join the pride, uncertain that the baby... wouldn't be a danger to the others. But after the lioness used magic to heal some lionesses who had been injured during a hunt, he relented and allowed the two of them to stay, keeping her under surveillance for a while until he was sure she wouldn't be a danger. Over time, it became clear to him that despite the creature's appearance, it was harmless. He couldn't force the cubs to interact with it, however... But this didn't seem to bother the peculiar cub, who seemed content to just stay by his mother's side most of the time.
Dreamy Sunset is not an evil lioness or with bad intentions, she just couldn't handle the grief. Over time, other lionesses began to befriend the witch lioness, and her abilities became quite useful to the pride. Bringing back her cub was the only time she used demonic magic. Her vast knowledge of herbs, crystals, and potions made her the pride's healer.
Her eternal daughter, named Dusk, is a bit apathetic and barely speaks, but she shows feelings and it is clear that she loves her mother.
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