Shaman #2 - Herbalist Majani

Majani was a trainee herbalist when her pride was decimated by poachers. She fled into the nearby jungle, terrified for her life, and was caught in an abandoned trap.

Writhing around in desperation, the ropes that held her cut into her ankles, causing her intense pain. Though she dared not make a sound, for fear of being discovered, she began to desperately struggle to break free. Eventually the cords snapped, and she bounded to her feet, pounding even deeper into the jungle.

Almost a week later, she exited the far side of the vast jungle and came to a territory inhabited by lions. She met with one of the Guards, Lieutenant Sikia, and offered her skills as a herbalist in exchange for the chance to join the pride.

Sikia escorted her to Achilia, who accepted graciously, pleased to finally have a herbalist in the pride - something they DESPERATELY needed.

Majani settled in well, taking an almost instant liking to Priestess Hasa. It wasn't long before she was training to become a shaman herself, incorporating her herbalism into their ceremonies and rituals.

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During the exodus of their pride, Majani came across a handsome dark rogue. He was polite, gentle and well spoken, but he seemed...somehow sad. She sat with him for a time - it was evening and the pride was resting - and they just...talked.

With some careful probing, the lion revealed that it had only been a few months since his mate had died. Majani felt a flood of sympathy come to the surface, and before she knew what she was doing, she was nuzzling the startled lion.

They spent one glorious night together, and the following morning, he was gone without a trace. Whether it be shame or some other unknown motivation, Majani didn't know...she simply sent him her warm wishes and prayers, and silently wondered what his name was.

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Not long after settling into their new home, Majani went into labour. She gave birth to a single cub, courtesy of that strange, sad, but kind lion she had met during their travels. She was the spitting image of her father, and Majani named her 'Mzimu' for the spirit of her father's kind being.

She vowed one day to find him, and show him what a beautiful daughter he had created, but for now...life in her pride was good.

Majani means 'herb' in Swahili.