Iridessa

Iridessa moves like moonlight on water—graceful, elusive, and touched by something otherworldly. Her pelt gleams with shifting hues, catching the light in a way that makes her seem almost unreal. She is beautiful, undeniably so, but beauty has never shielded her from hardship.

She came from a pride where she was seen as a treasure, but not as a lioness. To them, she was an ornament, a prize to be admired rather than a soul to be understood. She was given everything except freedom—until the day she ran. It was not an easy escape; it cost her scars, sleepless nights, and a heart weighed down by ghosts. But she did not look back.

Now, Iridessa walks the lands in search of something she can’t quite name. Healing, perhaps. Or a place where she can be more than just a shimmering coat and a whisper of past sorrow. She is gentle, but there is steel beneath her softness. She knows pain, but she has not let it make her cruel. She carries her wounds like a lioness who refuses to let them define her.

She does not yet know where her path will lead, only that she is no longer running—she is searching. And maybe, just maybe, she will find the peace she deserves.