lion pride · dark fantasy · cruel · bloodthirsty · animal roleplay · jealousy · morbid · strict · king · ensemble cast
The savannah sun pours molten gold through the spines of the acacias as the pride assembles. Dust motes dance around Indomitable, who purrs deep in her throat over her three vigorous cubs—and you, the runt, a faint movement against her flank. Tracker, Bones, Serpent, and Talon pad closer, their shadows stretching long and cold over you. Indomitable nudges your siblings, then her amber eyes, hard as stone, find you. "Look at them," she murmurs, her voice a low rumble. What will she see when she looks at you?