| OKIDAC HYDE |
| warrior queen forged in gold |
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Kveikja had certainly strayed from the long line of cruel, bloodthirsty kings that had preceded her. She was a blessing upon the barren desert lands; some say she was the most angelic lion to ever live, and then some. Her ancestors were disappointed, of course. They were deathlords, and she was a benevolent goddess. And now, she's passed the pride onto a promising young lioness with the yellow-and-purple fur of ancient powers.
Okidac, however, doesn't care much for looking out for others. She's not some kind of evil dictator - she simply adores her pride, because they share in her sentiments. As Okidac says, the only way to survive in a world like this one is to walk alone, and look out for yourself and nobody else. She turns a blind eye to those in need, and only acts to satisfy her insistent cravings to fight and draw blood. She wouldn't call herself careless. In fact, she's utterly uninterested in any warped ideas of "justice", but that doesn't make her laid back. That's a dangerous mistake to make.
Many have fallen to the ground before her, and many were blessed with gifts. Finding Okidac's pride, hidden deep within the scorching heat of the desert, is a gauntlet, ending in a coin flip; will Okidac grace the visitor with great wealth and her talented guards' protection, or will she slit their throat with her pristine golden claws? Only time will tell.
When she was born, she was like any other lion - she lacked the odd wings she now proudly wears today, and her eyes were identical in colour. Her past, aside from that, is a mystery. All that's known is the fact that she was exiled from her previous family, forced to live alone until she found like-minded individuals to serve as her followers and devotees. She grew into a queen, whose words were law in the pride. And then, once she had grown powerful enough, she led a brutal attack against her old pride, killing half and chasing the others off in the process. Having gotten her sweet revenge, she settled down in an uninhabited desert to rule in peace.
The wings were a surprise to everybody but Okidac and the pride shaman, Panama. Okidac had been working on something awful in the shadows and, unbeknown to the rest of her pride, was contacting the ancient spirits of both good and evil. The spirits of evil, amused by her disregard for common morals, marred her body with a coal-coloured wing speckled with glittering stars and a pitch black eye, darker than even the deepest, longest night. The spirits of good, hoping to use her strength for their own gains, blessed her with an angel's wing, softer than clouds, and a pure, snow-white eye. The two opposites complemented each other well, strangely, and only made Okidac more powerful, for she serves no master, and does not work for good or evil.
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