batsy

You tackle-hug batsy, happy to see them. Except apparently you did it a little too hard. They wander off crying to their protector. Awwwww crap. You feel awful. Bad lion.



batsy was given to another pride when she was a very young cub. she was rather confused, but didn't pay too much attention to really notice much of a change. she was aware that she moved prides, but it felt as though this pride was the one she was in her entire life.
she was shy; it was very obvious, especially since she just hung around the broodmothers and didn't necessarily bother hanging around any other lion.
she hated how she was held up, as if she were a prize; she hated it. being a dwarf sucked; for starters, giving birth sucks. not that she would know much about it, but from what she heard from her mother's complaining.. yeah. they sucked. especially if the cubs were normal sized.
and not to mention, when she hunted, she had more of a problem with it! curse her stubby legs.
she hated how much she was fawned over. she wasn't special, just made out to be. there were thousands of other dwarves, though she assumed they got the same treatment in their prides. she wondered if it annoyed them, or if she was just being ungrateful for her worth.
she was always a little awkward. especially around other lions her age; she always stumbled over her words, and didn't know how to word
though when she met barley.. she really did feel special. he would talk to her, like she was a normal lion, not bringing up her mutation or anything!
she fell head over paws for him. she couldn't really place a paw on it.. honestly, he was an asshole. and really rude to others, even bloodthirsty. but she saw a different side of him, the side that grinned whenever she cracked a mini joke, the one that groomed her fur and snuggled in close with her to sleep.. the one who stated that he loved her with everything in him.

the two were mates from adolescents to the end of their times.