MΛΛΉΣƧ : ̗̀➛'s Den

She/her

Two hours behind lio time

If ur rude in anyway while dming me i will block you. Bring ur attitude somewhere else

I'm a sucker for blue lions lol.

Send me lions to kill

My traveler(s):

Osaze

Taiga

The Tyrant Queen of the Dying Horizon
The name Maahes carries a weight that crushes the weak. It is whispered with caution, spoken only in the low hours of the night when the wind howls through the savannah like a warning. She is not just a queen—she is a force, a shadow stretching across the plains, turning lush lands into barren wastelands with her hunger for conquest.
The Lion With the Gilded Curse
Maahes is unlike any lion before her. Her coat, a gleaming gold touched by fire, catches the sun’s rays like a cursed treasure, too brilliant for a mere mortal. Some say she was born from the last breath of an eclipsed sun, its dying embers settling into her fur, making her something beyond the natural order. Others whisper that her coat is proof of her unnatural lineage, a beast whose blood carries something unholy.
Despite its beauty, her golden hue is not a symbol of prosperity but of destruction. Wherever her paws tread, grass wilts, water runs dry, and bones scatter under her merciless reign.
A Ruler Without Heart
Maahes does not lead her pride—she owns it. To her, lions are not kin but tools, moving pieces in her grand strategy for dominance. She rules through fear, demanding unwavering loyalty and punishing dissent with calculated brutality.
She thrives on division, feeding off chaos and ensuring that rival prides remain fractured. Her manipulations run deep, setting enemies upon each other, stoking wars that benefit only her. Even within her own pride, lions whisper of betrayal, for Maahes trusts no one—not her warriors, not her advisors, and certainly not those she calls family.
A Legacy Stained with Blood
The greatest mark Maahes has left upon the savannah is war. She is known for the fall of three great prides, each one reduced to ruins by his deception, each leader left to rot under her watchful eye. Her hunger for control knows no limits. Some say she does not conquer for power but for the sheer satisfaction of watching something break beneath her.
Rival lions watch her from the shadows, fearing the moment she turns her gaze upon them. Her name alone is enough to send ripples of unease through the savannah, for she is not merely a queen—she is a force that does not stop, does not falter, and does not forgive.
And as the sun sets over the grasslands, Maahes waits, listening for weakness, watching for opportunity. The gilded tyrant will rise again, and when she does, there will be nothing left but silence beneath her rule.

Amazing lore writer!