Lioness of Prideless
Played by Naboo

Time which had passed without recognition of that around it, and so had eroded the terrain which had opened up the pass from the other side of the mountain, had also taken its toll on her. Having shed the smaller, lanky frame of her youth she had now stepped into adulthood. Though still not the largest, nor the smallest, of the dragons, she was no longer a dragonling. Yet the feeling was not like she thought it would be, still she clung so deeply to that which was intertwined with her soul; equal parts avarice and ire. The result of which lay clear upon her occasionally imperfect and marred pelt, old wounds that could not be erased. Yellow eyes like sun-fire looked out over the jagged, crumbling paths of the mountains at her feet, the crest of the ridge to her right was sharp and yet before her, in all its glory, lay Aesseldar.

Wandering down the path her legs stretched out before her and she kept her eyes split between looking ahead and looking below. Each step brought a light ruffle to her mane, feeling it move against her cheek and igniting the flame of chevrons intertwined into the ends. She followed a trail mindlessly, letting her paws guide her, the silver specks almost like bangles on her wrists, though she wasn't descending. Instead there was an outcrop of rocks, a large ledge that spread before her and a small patch of grass loosely strewn with gravel. Taking her place at the edge she watched as the sun began to break over the distant horizon, pastel streaming across the sky and setting her coat aflame; violent red warming as the shadows receded away from her body. With her haunches firmly seated she took a moment, though instead of enjoying the sight she closed her eyes, letting her nose fill with the scent of dawn. Dew soaking into the grass, the crisp snap of cold air that lingered in her nostrils, and the scents of lions that had crossed this way not long ago.

@Vermillion
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art by redthelioness, code by naboo