Post by Subira on Oct 19, 2015 13:00:19 GMT -5
( open to any outlands lionesses. feb 29th, morning. low risk.)
Subira had been living in the outlands for almost three weeks. Unfortunately the stigma and mistrust that she had experienced the first few days was still present among other members of the army and pride. She was getting better at ignoring the stares and muttering that followed her wherever she went and simply went on with her life.
This morning she had decided that maybe, if she were to go hunting and bring something back for the other members of the army, just maybe, they might start to accept her.
So off she went, prowling under the darkened sky, looking for any signs of prey. Her orange eyes scanning the desolate lands, ears pricked for any sounds of movement. It would be all too easy for someone to ambush her if she hadn't been paying attention, easily covered in the darkness.
So the lioness stayed on edge, hunting but also making sure she wasn't the one being hunted.
Subira had been living in the outlands for almost three weeks. Unfortunately the stigma and mistrust that she had experienced the first few days was still present among other members of the army and pride. She was getting better at ignoring the stares and muttering that followed her wherever she went and simply went on with her life.
This morning she had decided that maybe, if she were to go hunting and bring something back for the other members of the army, just maybe, they might start to accept her.
So off she went, prowling under the darkened sky, looking for any signs of prey. Her orange eyes scanning the desolate lands, ears pricked for any sounds of movement. It would be all too easy for someone to ambush her if she hadn't been paying attention, easily covered in the darkness.
So the lioness stayed on edge, hunting but also making sure she wasn't the one being hunted.
