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The howl of the cold chilling breeze alerted the lionesses of the earie presence and aura of something that did not belong, was it something to be feared? Many would agree so. The sound of paw prints entered the den, a chill ran down the coats of the lionesses. There could only be one with such an earie presence that not even the king could sound his vicious roar, as such, would not work on the likes of Sasha.
Her white glossy coat with speckles of dust and a light shade a red completed her earie look. She was not scary, well, not in the day. There was this earie aura around her that screamed something that did not belong in this world, something was around her, yet none could see, none could except for Sasha. The mystery shrouding about her arrival was to be debated, and at the same time, feared by many. The elder lionesses of the time, knew that she had appeared one night, a cold shivering night, surrounded by a thick blanket of fog.
That one night, had changed the lives of the pride, as she had appeared merely out of thin air, as if she were a being of unexplained herself. She never felt alone, not one lioness, had ever felt that she was alone, by herself. Many would think that she would be bullied for her abnormality, yet, she never was, as no one dared to anger her, in fear of angering the ones around her. Confronting her would mean the death of their own souls.
With that, no one knew, that Sasha, was this joyful, kind and loving lioness, that wanted to help others with her ability, her ability to see and speak to the other side. She was gifted, to her, it was not a curse, but a wonderful gift of communication with the otherworldly beings. From young, as a little cub, she was happy to have extra friends, even though no one else could see them, nor dare get close to her because of her weird behavior.
Sasha, without paying mind to them, played with a lioness, she was older, much older, yet Sasha enjoyed her time with the ghostly lioness, which later on, they became the best of friends. As Sasha grew older, she felt the need to explore the world, the lands of which the other creatures roam. Until, when she arrived at the pride during a foggy day, with her companion guiding her to shelter, was when she decided to stay for life. It was the same as the previous pride, no one dared to interact with her, thinking it was a curse of some sort, thinking that they would perish if something would happen abruptly.
The days went by fast, and slowly but surely, Sasha started to grow old, she wasn’t as active as she was a few years back, she started limping because of a bad leg cramp she always suffered from, yet it got worse with each passing day. She started to slow down, the world slowing down around her. She had fun, travelling along with her faithful companion, seeing new places, though, without many friends, a paw full was enough to last her a lifetime. A light smile formed on her lips, thinking of the wonderful adventures she had been to, before departing, joining her friend on the other side.
credit to UnlifeTheZombie (#134502) for writing Sasha's background/history for me.
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