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๐๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐๐: Hazel #502009
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๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ท๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ: 10/02/2025
โ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฝ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ: 10/02/2025
๐ป๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ญ: Scar: White Eye Left, Hyena Nose, Faux Mohawk: Striped Hyena, Laharu, and Background
โญ๐๐ธ๐ฐ ๐๐ท๐ฝ๐ป๐: Hathor is a lone lioness with a heart as vast as the African plains she roams. Named after the Egyptian goddess of love, beauty, and the celestial sky, she carries the spirit of both a warrior and a wanderer. Unlike the lionesses who stay bound to a single pride, Hathor walks her own path, a traveller in search of new lands, challenges, and untold adventures.
With a sleek golden coat that catches the last rays of the setting sun and eyes that hold the wisdom of the wild, she is a force of natureโuntamed and unbound. She has crossed rivers swollen with the seasonโs rains, stalked through moonlit grasslands, and faced down rival predators in the shadows of acacia trees.
Though she walks alone, she is no outcast. She has shared meals with nomadic lions, hunted alongside rogue males, and left her mark on distant prides who whisper of the lioness who moves like the windโsilent, strong, and relentless. Some say she is searching for somethingโa place to belong, a pride of her own, or perhaps just the freedom to roam forever.
Hathor, the wandering lioness, is not just a hunter of preyโshe is a seeker of destiny.
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โโบโโ โโโโโฑเผ๏ธ โข เผ๏ธโฐโโโโ โโบโโ . . . โงยฐ. โ เผบ โพ๐ค เผป โ. ยฐโง . . . โโบโโ โโโโโฑเผ๏ธ โข เผ๏ธโฐโโโโ โโบโโ
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๐๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐๐: Weronika (#460902)
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๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ท๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ: 11/02/2025
โ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฝ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ: 17/02/2025
โญ๐๐ธ๐ฐ ๐๐ท๐ฝ๐ป๐: Hathor was exploring beautiful forest for a while, until late evening, when she started to feel the winter night's cold. She jumped into a cave she just luckily found to spend the night there. She breathed a sigh of relief that she has somewhere to hide in now, she had to spent two last freezing nights out in the open space.
Hathor looked around the cave to find a pair of eyes staring into hers. Scared, little eyes... of the little lion cub? She carefully approached it, the cub had a smell of it's pride on it's fur. It's the smell Hathor recognised, she walked by this pride a few hours ago, what's this little lion doing here?
Hathor talked with a cub, named Persefona. It turned out she had heard of travelling lions and wanted to go on it's own adventure. When Persefona heard that Hathor is Travelling Lioness, she brightened up and wanted to hear all the stories and places Hathor had been to. She wasn't experienced lioness yet, but she tried to satisfy the cub's curiosity. After that, they went to sleep, cuddled up together.
Next morning, they both went to Persefona's pride. She wasn't content about that, but Hathor already told her that she's too young for any adventures. Falling Star, the pride leader was really glad that his cub is back, and let Hathor stay for a bit. He was ready to offer her a permanent place in the pride, but Hathor of course couldn't do that. She was meant to travel, to explore. So she left a few days later, saying farewell to young Persefona and welcoming her upcoming adventures.
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โโบโโ โโโโโฑเผ๏ธ โข เผ๏ธโฐโโโโ โโบโโ . . . โงยฐ. โ เผบ โพ๐ค เผป โ. ยฐโง . . . โโบโโ โโโโโฑเผ๏ธ โข เผ๏ธโฐโโโโ โโบโโ
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๐๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ ๐๐:
Lavender #505595
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๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ท๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ: 21/02/2025
โ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฝ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ: 00/02/2025
๐ป๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ญ: Shiny Rock Right Triple Ear Piercing [Purple], Shiny Rock Right Triple Eyebrow Piercing [Purple]
โญ๐๐ธ๐ฐ ๐๐ท๐ฝ๐ป๐: Hathor roamed the lands surrounding Mufa$a's pride. Her presence, marked by a certain sinister charm, was a recurring element in the pride's landscape. She spent considerable time exploring the territory, her movements fluid and deliberate, a silent observer of the pride's dynamics.
One night, a significant event unfolded: the annual pride gathering, a time for exchanging gifts and sharing stories around a crackling campfire. This was a night of communal celebration and bonding, a tapestry woven with laughter, shared meals, and the exchange of tokens of friendship and respect. During this gathering, Mufa$a, in a gesture of welcome and perhaps a touch of appeasement, presented Hathor with two striking gifts: a Shiny Rock Right Triple Ear Piercing and a Shiny Rock Right Triple Eyebrow Piercing.
These weren't merely trinkets; they were symbolic offerings, acknowledging Hathor's unique position as a visitor and, perhaps, hinting at a deeper understanding of her enigmatic personality. The shiny rocks, meticulously crafted, reflected the firelight, mirroring the complex interplay of power and intrigue that characterized Hathor's presence within the pride.
After spending several days within the comforting embrace of Mufa$a's pride, basking in the warmth of the temporary acceptance, Hathor resumed her solitary journey, her path once again leading her away from the familiar comfort of the pride lands, leaving behind the memory of the gifts and the shared night of storytelling.
Her departure, as silent as her arrival, left a lingering impression on the pride, a testament to the mysterious and captivating lioness who had briefly shared their world. The shiny rocks, however, remained, a tangible reminder of her visit, a silent story etched in the heart of Mufa$a's pride.
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โโบโโ โโโโโฑเผ๏ธ โข เผ๏ธโฐโโโโ โโบโโ . . . โงยฐ. โ เผบ โพ๐ค เผป โ. ยฐโง . . . โโบโโ โโโโโฑเผ๏ธ โข เผ๏ธโฐโโโโ โโบโโ
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