Lioness of Junior Member
Played by glass



Was this madness? She heard a sound that had not source, felt an electric hum through her blood where there was no current. The crimson woman had seen madness before - dazed elders wailing at the moon, young heretics caught in the throws of strange possessions. Her brow furrowed as she slunk through the choking undergrowth. The meandering trot carried her slowly, calmly through the verdant greenery, but there was a frenetic speed to the swivel of her dark ears as they followed the shifting noise.

The scent of strangers was no deterrent to her curiousity, and her meandering trail led her to a small group of lions already talking among themselves. Though normally not one to embrace silence and withdrawal, in this instance, Bathsheba stood back and remained quiet, awaiting whatever would unfold. A quick, wondering glance was cast over her shoulder, pale eyes cutting to their corners as she wondered what forces were at play.