Alysanne,
Lioness of Prideless
Played by dusk

Alysanne felt oddly reinvigorated. The trip from the beach head lead her straight through a desert, and though she could not hide the sour feelings that plagued her thoughts, ghosts of her past causing her to look over her shoulder with every few pawsteps, she couldn't deny the blissful familiarity of sand between her toes, of the craggy rock formations reaching like spindling fingers toward the everclear sky. But as she traversed the desert northward, the line dead trees began to sprout large green leaves, and the ground was no longer soft and dry. A river cut through her path, and as soon as Alysanne had crossed it, she was plunged into a swamp like none she'd seen before.

Unsteady and uncertain paws carried her through the tangled undergrowth, small enough to slip between the roots of trees that lurched well above her head. The tangle of vines that draped down around her were like spider webs threatening to entangle her, and the ground was uncertain, as if desperate to become a murky stillwater. Only the sound of frogs croaking and cicadas rustling accompanied her walk, but as she plunged deeper into the swamp, the silhouette of a lion took form against the murky horizon. “H-hello?” she called out hesitantly; where once she might have felt compelled to watch silently and curiously, Alysanne knew all too well now it was better to keep her distance. She had learned that lesson far too many times.

Art by AleTie