Whispered on the ..:wind:..

[mystery]

The lean lioness sauntered easily through the grasses of Beseni. Her golden eyes scanned the area ahead of her looking for any signs of life. The smell of other cats found her nose back several miles so she knew someone inhabited this place. She didnt come to be claimed by the male of the pride but make her own place. She wasnt one to be easily accepted. Her shifty ways and silent movements it seemed scared others. They didnt even bother to get to know her and wrote her off as a dark lioness interested only in ones self. If only they knew the history etched in the tired eyes of Sauda's. She felt exhausted after her several days journey from the most southern tip of Africa. The Serenghetti had left her alone and cold leaving her to her own devices. She grew up fast from a cub to an educated lioness. Orphans often had to do that.

[Vox]

It had been...Refreshing. To put it lightly. It had been nearly illuminating for her to spend a whole breeding season in the Shimo Caves. It had improved her sight by leaps and bounds, but Keira was still very blind. Shadows and shapes were all she saw now, and she had made it a habit to keep her eyes half closed. Not only did it help her ears see better, less glare, but it made her look very attractive. And it had been told by her a few times by wolf-whistling males. But...It was not time to think of how dearest almost became a Mommy. As a respectable member of the Akina now, she felt it was her duty to patrol every now and then. So patrol she did, every day. Blind eyes turning to the sun, measuring how many hours she had until dark (and total blindness), Keira sighed and moved forward. She had been tracking a herd of Waterbuck for the past three days, and had called it patrolling to save an injury to her Pride. She had had four chances to bring one down, but missed on each opportunity. Wanting to prove herself seemed to be a curse, she was still injured. A hole in her side bled freely, and she bit back angry mutters as she moved smoothly through the basin.

Lean muscles and willowy build aided her swift passage over the land, her brownish gold fur glimmering in the sun. Sleek, muscular and beautiful, although underdeveloped. Her body was the norm for a two year old lioness, and she had grown incredibly during her heat. Her muscles had become less stringy and her face now had the same gaunt, finely carved look of her beloved aunt. Where was Sileree? Away, was all that had been told to her when she asked. Feeling a little insulted, Keira had stalked off to go hunt something. As her niece, the lioness had expected to be answered with a straight reply when she had asked. But now, it seemed, that they had been perfectly honest and forthright. Sileree had made a habit of disappearing for her heat as well, and that made Keira happy. Yet another similarity between her and her aunt. A look much like the one her mother, Angel, wore at times of great joy showed on her face. Jubilant and pleased, but generally at something she heard echoing in her head, not a happening in the real world. A shadowy grace surrounded the young femme, as she walked steadily and with grace unsuited to anyone lesser than a deity of the dance. It was...Odd. To see one like her. Eyes closed, darker than usual coat, and strangely tall built. Not your average lioness, and when said about Keira...It was certainly a good thing.

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