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xx - Milana <3


✮ = Clean
❁ = Dirty
☣︎ = Mutated
♛ = Mutated Father
❦ = Mutated Mother

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- The Story of Amalfi -

In the heart of the savannah, there was a pride that thrived under the rule of a tyrannical king. His name was Salvatore, a fearsome lion whose roar could be heard for miles, striking terror into any creature within earshot. He ruled with an iron claw, his dominance rooted in fear, not respect. Among those who feared him the most was his daughter, Amalfi.

Amalfi had been born into the pride with the hope of becoming a powerful huntress and leader, but her early years were shadowed by her father’s cruelty. Salvatore, relentless in his quest to maintain control, despised weakness and saw vulnerability as a threat. He pushed Amalfi harder than any of her siblings, but his lessons were not those of a wise leader—they were cruel, laced with biting words and physical punishment.

“Strength is all that matters,” Salvatore would snarl. “Kindness is for the weak.”

The young lioness was often bruised, her spirit as battered as her body, but deep inside her burned a fire that would not be extinguished. As she grew older, Amalfi learned to survive. She learned to hunt, not only for food but for control over her emotions. She hid her fear, her pain, and her anger behind a mask of calm determination, waiting for the day when she could rise above the torment.

Salvatore grew older, but no less cruel. His abuse continued, his paranoia deepening as he grew weaker. He saw threats in the shadows of every tree, and most of all, he saw one in his daughter. Amalfi had become strong—stronger than he could have ever imagined—and with strength came the potential for rebellion.

One night, after a failed hunt that Salvatore blamed on his pride, he turned on Amalfi in front of the others. His Blood-Red eyes burned with rage, and his claws flashed in the moonlight as he attacked her, a reminder of his dominance. But this time, something inside Amalfi snapped. She could no longer submit, no longer tolerate the torment that had haunted her for years.

In a sudden, fierce burst of energy, she fought back. Her siblings and the rest of the pride watched in stunned silence as Amalfi, the lioness who had once been so quiet and passive, matched her father blow for blow. Salvatore, old and bitter, was still a formidable opponent, but Amalfi had the strength of years of suppressed rage and resilience.

The battle was brutal. The night was filled with the sound of snarls and roars, claws slashing through fur, and teeth bared in vicious intent. Amalfi could feel her father’s weakening strikes, his breath growing heavier with exhaustion. She fought for her life, not just to survive but to end the reign of terror that had scarred the pride for far too long.

Salvatore had her by the throat, pinned against the ground. He unsheathed his overgrown, razor sharp claws and with one swift move, struck Amalfi in the face. His claws sliced merciless through her retinas, and Amalfi let out a blood curdling shriek, one only comparable to that of a banshee.

Amalfi's once fiery rage had now turned to pure animalistic fury. With adrenaline flooding throughout her, her muscles had seemed to grow ever stronger and she threw her father off her as if he was as light as a feather.

Finally, in one last surge of power, Amalfi pinned Salvatore to the ground, her teeth at his throat. His eyes, once full of fury, were now wide with disbelief. He had underestimated her, as he had underestimated kindness, patience, and resilience. With one swift motion, sunk her blood-stained fangs into his jugular, ending his life, and with it, the reign of fear that had gripped the pride for years.

The silence that followed was deafening. The other lions, unsure of what to do, looked at Amalfi with a mix of awe and uncertainty. For a moment, she simply stood there, breathing heavily, her body aching from the fight. But she didn’t falter. She lifted her head high, her amber eyes glowing in the starlight.

“I will lead us now,” Amalfi declared, her voice steady and strong. “Not through fear, but through strength, honor, and unity.”

The pride, hesitant at first, began to bow their heads one by one, accepting her as their new queen. Amalfi had not only killed her father but had broken the cycle of abuse that had defined their lives for so long. Under her rule, the pride flourished once more, not through tyranny, but through respect and the lessons she had learned in hardship.

Amalfi had become what Salvatore could never be—a true leader, strengthened by morals and kindness.