Limestone

Limestone was a cub from another pride- as Amethyst saw the potential when he saw her eyes. Myths had traveled down from his ancestors, whispered quietly in his ear as a cub, that a trained Lehsunia gaze could see more than what meets the eye and could cut through the veil. She rarely complained about the things she saw and he tried to be there for her when he could- but his own Omen eyes weren’t up to the task.

The Holy War was a terrible event for all animals on the Savannah- but especially so for her. She was wracked with nightmares when sleeping, and it wasn’t much better when she was awake. She would wake up from the pain of her own claws cutting her flesh- the only thing more powerful than her visions.


You want to tell a pride mate that they need to correct their behavior, but you couldn't find the words and you felt bad. So, you approach Limestone and ask her to do it for you. She laughs at your ineptitude, but agrees. You can trust her to say what needs to be said.

Limestone comments on your lack of skill in sparring with other lions as you approach. Sheesh.

Limestone shoots you a pointed stare as you near, snorting at you disapprovingly for some reason or another.