Sapphic

Far off in the lands of Africa, there is a pride ruled by a mighty queen. A queen named Foxheart.

As a cub, she grew up wanting to rule a pride but unfortunately, her dreams were crushed many times by the king of her pride. He always told her that a lioness could never rule a pride, that they were below the males. Over time, she grew to hate the king for his words and became determined to prove him wrong, after all it was the lionesses who kept the pride together, the ones who hunted and kept everyone fed and happy. Never the males. They only brought more mouths to feed and were only really interested in breeding and producing cubs. Over hunting crippled their land and cubs were dying.

Foxheart took her rage and found a outlet for it eventually. She challenged kings from other prides and lone males. She grew strong in her endeavors, more powerful than most males. She hunted prey with the hunting parties during the day but at night when her pride slept, she turned into a completely different lioness, one filled with anger and rage. Using every chance she could, she relentlessly attacked her prides leader. Every time, she lost but she kept training. Foxheart continued her training after every loss. His words were like fuel to the ever blazing fire in her mind and soul. Until one day, the pride leader returned injured. This was her chance.

She thought to herself, this was the chance she had been waiting for. Waiting until night fall, she stayed in the shadows and out of the kings eye. Foxheart eventually grew tired of waiting and went for him. Tonight was the night she would win and she wasn't about to pass up this chance. After two hours of waiting, she finally lunged. He still seemed strong but his wounds were crippling to the older lion and only more wounds were stacking up during the fight, weakening him more. One well placed paw across the face, she blinded him before pushing him off a cliff, ending his miserable existence. She won. She took over the pride. His words were now nothing but a memory.

1 year later

The pride couldn't be better. The cubs were thriving, no end in resources such as food and water. The pride was happy and so was their queen. Foxheart proved his words wrong everyday. His words were but a distant memory only serving to make her strife to be strong. Males challenged her at every turn but were only met with defeat. Today she rules over her pride ,wearing the old kings skull like a mask, speaking only words of encouragement to the cubs, saying that they could be anything they wanted to be.

Credit to Lycana's Lore Shop