Lioness of Prideless
Played by Naboo

The wilderness that had grown within her in the years since her youth was like a tempest. To try to tame the beast would be like bottling a tornado, eventually something would shatter that container and she would be unleashed once more unto the world with the same ferocity as before. Currently it was manifesting as that restlessness that continually drove her forward, and she wondered if he didn't see right through her - how could he not? She was bristling with rage and a lack of restraint, on the cusp of losing some sort of internal war that had torn her apart for years. Even the way he so pleasantly seemed to sit and be nonchalant irritated her, crawling underneath her skin in a parasitic manner that made her lips almost tremble, though surprisingly the urge to snarl was kept at bay. "Erenvel Tollaire." There was a deep seeded pride as she spoke her name in full, fancying that one day she would make father proud. Had he passed on by now? The thought that he may never see her at her mightiest ebbed in the back of her mind momentarily. "It seems these lands are full of lions that cannot hold their own for long, arrogant fools that stake a claim and can do nothing more than scrape by."

For a moment there was a darkness that crossed her eyes, an aggravation that finally released a low growl from the chasm of her breast. "They are not beings deserving of respect. Leaders should not be frail of heart with their courage scattered to the wind." There was a passion that arose despite the flashes of fury in her face. "They should lead by iron-will and set the example for what they expect." Like her father had, he had been an idol for her, courageous and at the same time calamitous. Though somewhere in the breeding she'd gotten more of it, she'd gotten something that she hardly knew how to contain anymore, and she couldn't withstand the thought of letting Arsynia, Vermillion, or Drakon down. Here she was supposed to be a guide, and she was nothing more than a loose cannon herself. "You speak a strange tongue - Kvine, what is this?" What are you? The words filled in the gaps suddenly, her eyes remaining fixated on him though she hadn't moved apart from a few expressions since the beginning of her side of their conversation.

@Muninn
art by ki-re, code by naboo