Lioness of Prideless
Played by Naboo

It was nothing more than a hollow victory, and as she watched Volcan stumble on her own feet and injure herself she wondered if in the future she'd pick a different platform for battle. The words of the lioness did little to stoke her ego, for her this hadn't been about a pride, it hadn't been about her - neither had it been about Volcan though. She still could not come to terms with the turmoil that roiled deeply within her breast as her voice crackled harshly. "Lucky for you that I do not seek one now." The quip escaped before she could even think twice about the words, the charmingly terrible trait she'd never be able to shake. It was something her father had never had, he'd been composed and his words had all meant something, where as hers were sometimes meant to spite. She still had a long way to go to fill the gap he'd left in her life, but somehow she wondered if it wasn't her mother's quick tongue she'd inherited; just as she'd inherited the inferno colored coat.

"What is your intent here, with a pride?" For a moment she glanced towards Brighid, nodding her skull towards the friend but still indifferent to most of the other lions gathered. She eyed Minerva closely, still blaming her for Arsynia's disappearance but that would remain to be a mystery for another day. For now she wanted to know what Volcan was doing here, what this would become. Perhaps some day she'd become a part of it, perhaps not; her fickle mind was not yet sated.

End HP: 83

@Volcan
art by ki-re, code by naboo