High lady Cynthia

With her snow-coloured fur and intense pink eyes she is considered a prodigy among the prides, a last cub with a gift of such had born decades ago but the lions then had taken this as an bad omen, killing the cub and granting adversity on themselves for years to come. As they firmly belive, desperately even, she is their saviour, their redemption stars have bestowed upon. And for that, she is the youngest empress ever to be crowned. Although the light has its dark sides, perhaps gift to talk with the Mighty Ones isn’t so great after all? Stories say, she is slowly rotting under the white coat of hers.



As the sun fell and a river of stars made their appearance in the sky, glimmering and shimmer, a troubled lioness was sat upon one of the greenish hill, groaning with agony. It has been three days since she haven’t slept and the headaches and visions have gotten worse since then but she will not sleep, she can’t. Because in her dreams, most terrible monsters await. They had taken the forest fire of a nearby pride as a worship and hungered for more although all she intended to do is to fill up their desire of destruction yet they were still not satisfied enough and even when she couldn’t defy them she could still avoid them. She just had to stay awake, just until the voices fade, until she can think clearly again to figure out her next steps. She had been thinking of cutting off her own ears and tongue so no voice could reach her and no plea of further power could come out of her mouth. She hated it that she liked it, the feeling of like she could see and understand the whole universe, that she could feel every living thing as if they were one. She hated she was too weak to resist the temptation of having it all.



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