Passed away on 2018-10-23 03:46:41
You discover yourself in a strange cavern, its walls plastered with skulls, the floor littered with bones. Pushing yourself through the sea of remains, you look around curiously, in search of its inhabitant. "What are you doing here? Want to be a part of my collection?" a voice echoed, crimson eyes gleaming in the darkness. She steps out of the shadows, revealing herself. Two bone wings sprouted from her back, a variety of intricate bone jewelry adorning her body. Even though you could see her clearly now, she still seemed, mysterious and secretive. Having explained your motive, she shook her head, faintly detecting a giggle. "You want to know about me? Well sure, I was just awaiting company. Not many dare step into my den, so for your courage, I shall do as you plead. Let's start from when I was a cub..."
"I don't remember much about my mother, as I was brought into the Descendenta Pride at a young age. However, I still do know a little about her, as told by my old pridemates. She was a rebellious young lioness, and it was truly a shame for her to be born as a tart. She could not stand the fact that she had to breed with her father, Dr. Lecter for the purest genes, and born defiant, she could not let fate decide her life for her. So she plotted to escape. She left her family, disowning her old name for a new one, Death. Yet, little did she know, she was already pregnant with me. Having known that her own father sired her cubs disgusted her. She despised me for who I was, soon abandoning me at only a few months of age here, at the Descendenta Pride's territory. Thankfully Jelani XXXIX, the past king who was known for his great compassion, took me under his wing and raised me like his own..." Her voice cracked from the lump of emotion, but unwilling to show any sign of weakness, she cleared her throat, before beginning again.
"He was a great father, and a great mentor to me. I remember those times when I was younger, where he trained me to the huntress I am today, yet he was still able to make it enjoyable. It feels like it was just yesterday..." she sighed wistfully. "However, trouble was soon to ensue... The next Dr. Lecter had discovered my presence, and bringing an army, he launched a deadly attack on the Descendenta Pride... I could not drag my pridemates down with me. The only way to bring peace, of course was to sacrifice myself..."
"There were definitely times where I wanted to get rid of them. I could not love them as I wished I could, a child created between me and a lion I did not love." She shook her head, her eyes closed as she thought of her past. "Yet, a motherly conviction kept me going. I was never going to stoop to Death's level. I was not going to let these cubs suffer like I did. I was going to love them, like a mother should. And so I did, raising them all the way through to adulthood. One of them is Cream Tart, almost as good as a hunter as I am, she brings in abundant carcasses and ensuring that no one goes hungry, though she might be a tad bit murderous." she chuckled. "The other, Cremé Tart now belongs in the Makawe Pride, as a Keeper, guarding over the dead and collecting the unwanted items left behind. I've heard that she's even a mother now, with her own little tarts to care for..."
"What are you doing then? I've done as you asked, get out of my den! Now!" she demanded, her fur bristling with ferocity. You could barely see a devilish smirk on her face, as you burst out from the darkness, panting heavily. It wouldn't be wise to defy a tart after all. "Don't be afraid to return..."
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Princess Marshmallow Tart runs to you first, says hello and runs off somewhere. Huh? x2
When you approach, Princess Marshmallow Tart gives you the most intent look, but you cannot figure out why.
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