"Fire clenses, never destroys. Those that fear fire only fear the shell they would be without thier impurities. Those pure of heart look fire in the eyes and welcome it like an old friend"
sacrifical specialist | leader | Rusty
My name is Love; it suits me well. If I want you for our gods, I'll wash over you like a wave of fire. You won't feel the burn until you reach the stars.
Some may speak of herbs or roots like they can summon any spirit or predict any event. They flinch from the fact that we are lions, and what we do best is kill in coldblood. Our gods are lions too, and what they want is meat. I'm not a violent lioness at all; in fact, I never kill more then needed. But I don't deny my hunter's instinct. I can smell the perfect hare from a mile away, a prime stag from ten.
When I'm not hunting I love to be with Every, the other passion in my life. I love to hear her take on the spirits, so very diffrent to my own.
I don't want to join the Enlightened Three. I like being the only sacrifical expert around and having full control of that aspect of all jobs we do for the lions that come to us for help. I don't want Rita or the other two sops muscling in on my skills. My familiar, a jerboa by the name of Rusty, distrusts them for reasons he keeps to himself.
But I'll teach those that aspire to join them; never teach them so they're better then me, though. Just enough to give them a shot.
I was born in the dry woodlands of the East; wildfire was a daily event. I grew up beside fire, and I've never feared it.
I came here to hone my skills, and I stayed for Ev.
That's all there is to me. My fire, my girl and my skill. I live and breathe in that bubble.
I'm the daughter of the wild last queen of this territory, Sour, and I know I should be queen- not that lusty, lazy Darling. If she puts a toe out of line, this territory is mine. And I'll wear her fur to keep warm.. she thought screwing me would get me under her thumb. Ha! Our daughter grows stronger by the day. She will overpower your other devilspawn and carry my blood- our blood, sweetie- to greatness. Sixty holds no chance.
First time Sour passed a pie for me 22/10/2020!!
added a base app 24/10/2020, born a palomino
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