Ziru, the Aztec Knight

It is a cool, sharp night. The air seems to slice into your lungs as you slowly pace your borders, the thin light of the moon your only companion. The grass is stiffening with dew- it crunches satisfyingly under your paws. On a whim, you venture past your boundaries and explore a meadowed territory you have yet to see. It is ghostly quiet- not a cub snores, nor a restless submale paces. In a clump of tall grasses a silent queen watches; her coat is a soft white, her face a mask of red defined with small spots that trace up to the start of rest of her snowy white fur. Her calm, unbothered purple-blue eyes follow your every step.
Her caves are much deeper in her lands and so she is unconcerned with your curiosity- if all goes well, she hopes you will simply grow bored and pad off back to wherever you came from.
However she has not factored in her massive blue wings, or her sparkling ear studs, nor even her shock purple mane that runs in a tall hedge from her brow to her withers. While she was caught up in watching you she failed to notice that you were also watching her!
She stands and coughs, a little embarrassed at her failed spying. “I am Ziru, please follow me out of my lands you nasty intruder”. Though her tone is as threatening as she can manage, the innocent lack of self-awareness was simply so sweet you can’t take her very seriously. She ruffles her majestic wings and nods to the path you took in; “Move it, then”. The stars chuckle and the moon bites its tongue as it lights your path back to your own lands. She watches you walk away and self-consciously rearranges her mohawk: some lions just don’t know when to be afraid, or know how to treat someone so much more frightening then themselves, she thinks with amusement.