DutchVida's Den

Welcome to Zurora's den!

My name is formally Fennec, but I prefer to go by Vod. I only joined Lioden early September, so please be patient with me when I try to work everything out heh. I go by any pronouns and i'm unlabelled. I really, really like cats. and dogs, and sharks, omg I actually love sharks it's unreal. I've completed all of my in game goals for 2022, which I'm quite proud of myself for! I'm always up to make new friends or just chat about something with someone for a while, so please feel free to message me whenever <3

About Zuora

The famed and mighty Zuora, merciless and fierce, with tireless energy for battle. He was born in the swamps to a rouge travelling lioness and an unknown father. He was raised by his mother until he was 6 months, when tragedy struck. Picture this, it was dark, the shadows stretching across the misty swamp. Zuora opened his eyes, and immediately he knew something was off. He was lying under the cover of a limp bush, and usually his mother would be by him, but instead she was absent, though her scent was fresh. Zuora rose to his paws, creeping out from under his resting place. He gazed across the swamp, his vision limited by the thick fog. He moved further away from the safety of the bush, when something moved out of the corner of his eye. He gasped and turned round, quicker than lightning. A lion was standing just a few meters from him, their pelt as white as snow. The creature dropped its head, looking remorseful. "Mighty Zuora, I am sorry. Your mother has been snatched from you by Hyenas." Zuora stared at the creature. Why were they talking to him? Why were they the one to deliver this tragic news. Who were they, even. Zuora was but a cub, he had no idea of what was to come. The creature sighed and backed into the fog, disappearing.