The sun is still low in the sky, hidden by the cliffs. The mist has settled down in the valley and covers the plains.
Your breath creates a little mist as you trot with long strides through the tall grass of the savannah. With your sense of smell in action, you take advantage of the early morning coolness to find fresh prey.
There, a few metres away, an antelope grazes without the slightest concern. You stoop, belly down, muscles tense with concentration. Inch by inch, you crawl closer to the herbivore, already salivating for the hearty meal.
You hardly breathe, the perfect moment is almost here. Then you leap up and grab the gazelle with ease, breaking its neck in the process.
You lick your teeth and are about to start your copious breakfast when a weight falls on you, along with a nasty roar. Rolling to the side, you shake off your attacker with equal snarl and fury.
The lioness calls you a thief. Apparently, the prey you targeted was hers.
With a final smack to your face, she sinks her fangs into the dead animal's neck and walks away, hurling more muffled insults, her fur bristling.
You take care to avoid her for the rest of your stay.
Birth Pride: Crikey's Pride
Father: Crikey
Rank: *Warrior
Relationships: Almód (daughter) ; Avanor (son) ;
Particularity: One of the 200 lions with Hellebore base. The first one with a Crested Spectre mane in the game.
3rd clean generation.
*Pretty much self-explanatory. These lions are under the command of the Lead Warrior. Chosen from their apprenticeships by the Lead Warrior or more rarely by the King for their strength and abilities, these lions are as respected as they are feared. Living apart from the main pride and stationed at the only entrance to the valley, they spend their days training for battle. They have sworn loyalty to the King, and will defend the valley with their lives if necessary.
-Modír stops eating her morning snack, a lizard, and snarls at you when you try to greet her, hiding the reptile between her paws.
-You see Modír hurriedly push a pile of leaves over a hole, but you get a glimpse of a huge pile of feathers hidden away.
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