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~•Thavira•~

"~•Clean-G2•~"

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Lion Stats
Cub Training
0%
Level 1
Strength 15 Speed 12
Stamina 8 Smarts 13
Agility 17 Skill 2
Born With: 66 Total Stats: 67
Lion Currents
Age 1 year, 4 months old
Hunger
60%
Mood
70%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Graceful (Good)

Adolescent Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 33.333333333333%
Adult Stage 0%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Kentari (Deceased) Mother ~•Nokhara•~ View Full Heritage
Last Bred Never Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Ginger (Red Skin) Slot 10: Red Puma (39%) Tier 1
Genetics Red Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes White
Mane Type Thick
Mane Color Mongoose
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Splitting Sunset

Above
Veil of Isfet
Bearded Vulture
Biography

Thavira, The Turning Path


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She is the breath before surrender.
The turning point between wandering and vanishing.
Daughter of Nokhara—born not of death, but of decision.
She is the guide. And sometimes… the warning.
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Thavira walks ahead of her mother, but she is never far from shadow.
Where Nokhara lays beside the dying, Thavira walks with the uncertain—those whose paws falter, whose hearts echo with questions, whose spirits still flicker but dim with doubt.

She is veiled in rust-red silk, her face hidden like the fate she guards.
Her eyes are never seen—because they are not hers alone. They carry the weight of every soul she has turned, every lost one she has tried to guide.
The vulture at her side?
Not a pet. Not prey.
It circles those she cannot save.

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“You do not have to die here,” she murmurs, not with cruelty, but with truth.
“But if you keep walking, it will be my mother who finds you.”

Some turn back.
Some kneel.
Some continue on, trembling but resolved.
And those are the ones Nokhara waits for.

Thavira never forces. She never pleads.
She simply walks beside the lost until their choice is made.

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She does not offer redemption—only direction.
Her body is lean, wrapped in red and bone, and though she bears no weapons, there is a keenness to her silence, a gravity to her presence. She is not fearsome, but she is final.

She carries no title in the prides of the living.
But in the margins between breath and stillness, her name is known.

The rogues call her "Red-Wrapped Fate."
The elders call her "Pathwalker."
The dying call her “Not Yet.”

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She is Nokhara’s daughter—but she is not Nokhara’s heir.
Where her mother brings peace, Thavira brings pause.
Where Nokhara accepts, Thavira questions.
Where one lays down beside the end, the other points to the crack in the dusk—where light might still bleed through.

Thavira, The Turning Path

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The last chance.
The quiet crossroad.
And the lioness who gives you a moment—just one—
to choose whether you keep walking… or turn back toward the light.





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