Arsynia,
Lioness of Prideless
Played by dusk

arsynia tollaire.

She thought she was alone, and such a thought would not have been unreasonable. The tundra was seldom a place for a lion, and even Arsynia continued to shiver despite the thick wintry plush of her fur. But when the gentle footfalls of another lion accompanied the whistle of the wind, even she could not hide the surprise that flickered in her mismatched gaze. You there--who owns this land? His voice called from afar, and when the Wolf lifted her gaze, she could see his dark form standing from between the trees; another sore thumb, just as out of place as she was. “Nobody who has any sense,” she retorted, frustration etched in each shuddering word. The trees broke enough of the wind to settle her bitter chill, and after a few more moments of regathering her warmth, Arsynia was finally able to will away the trembling in her thighs, the frosted ends of her fur that unfurled on the back of her neck.

She abandoned the tree, pacing a few strides closer but continuing to maintain the distance between them, as if sheltering further in the trees only to escape the ceaseless openness of the the tundra just beyond. The blissful islands of trees could be forgiven, but they were too small to bare any fruitful life; any lion who chose to take residence here would have to be far more desperate than she. She wondered briefly if this man thought the same, or if he were asking her because he'd intended to claim it himself. The idea of it caused her to shudder. “Were you hoping to?”

Art by AleTie