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Noxie is a confident young lady with seemingly endless energy and fearlessness. She has a bold personality and incredible self-confidence. It can make her seem a bit arrogant at times. She’s a free spirit who would love nothing but to run in the savannah without a care in the world. Some lions view her as immature or naive for wanting this kind of lifestyle, but she couldn’t care less about what others think.
Her respect is something that must be earned, and very few have managed to gain it.
Oh, and she abhors them notion of a Tribe. As she sees it, it’s a mess of constricting rules and forced relationships. You are born as a slave to the system and you die as one. To her, it’s like being trapped in a poacher’s cage.
But alas, here she is. Sitting amongst the lionesses in Noviembre’s Pride, a fed up look on her white-dappled face. “Hey, kid.” Said a slightly raspy voice from a corner of the cave. Her voice echoed slightly. Noxie turned her head to look at the Lioness. A rust colored lioness with faded striped laid resting against the wall in a semi relaxed pose. She was busy keeping a cub entertained (a spunky growling one at that) with a rib bone from some sort of creature. A golden chain lay draped across her body, wrapping around her well-sculpted body. A tooth necklace sat on her chest. She looked at Noxie, her iris colored eyes glistening with a mixture of curiosity and judgement. Damn, Nox had to admit it: she looked..interesting.
“What’s your name? You new, right?” Her voice echoed on the rocky walls. She was calm, but her voice had an undertone of authority. “Yeah, I’m new..name’s Noxie.” The young lioness tilted her chin forward, an indicator of her false bravado. She caught herself. What the hell was she doing?
The slightly older lioness chuckled, a warm sweet tone. “Putin’ up your walls already, aren’t ya kid? It’s fine. Ain’t no use puttin’ up walls around here.” She was cut short as she let out a small yowl. “Saffron! Watch where you’re puttin’ your mouth! For fuck’s sake-“ She bonked the cub on the head lightly with the bone. “Ouch! That hurt, you meathead!” Growled the cub. The lioness sighed, exasperated. Noxie snorted as she tried to hold in her laughter, but she couldn’t. Noxie burst out laughing on the other side of the cave, her uproarious laughter bouncing off the walls. “Oi! What’cha laughin’ at, you meathead?!” The cub screamed. “Pfft, is the only insult you know meathead?” The lioness muttered, turning away to hide her smile. So much for her cover. The cub paused before a smug smile crept onto her face. “Course not, you bitch.” The lioness snapped her attention back to her and let out an offended ‘Ugh’.
“Damn, y’all sure are quite the pair.” Noxie said, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye with her claw. The laughter in the cave died out and was replaced with a faint sense of quiet familiarity.
“Oh, by the way, what’s your name?” Noxie asked the rusty lioness. “Lapori, but you can call me Lap.”
Noxie sits next to you and watches the horizon for any incoming danger. Bees included.
12/20/20
You tell Noxie about this standoff you had with three dogs, and she idly wonders why you didn't just kill them all. She states the drooling mongrels fear her deadly claws.
1/1/21
Happy New Years bitchesssssss
Roaring loudly, Noxie walks around practicing her fierce appearance, not really noticing you.
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