Ellyra
I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Ready for a fight
In the dense thicket of the tropical jungle, where emerald leaves danced with the playful breeze, Ellyra prowled with silent grace. Her golden fur blended seamlessly with the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above; her muscles rippled beneath her sleek coat, poised for the hunt.
Ellyra's amber eyes gleamed with fierce determination as she tracked the scent of her prey. It was unfortunate, really, that this pair of goats had strayed so far from their once-owners and descended into a life in the wild jungles of Torchline. They were much safer where they had been born, rather than where they found themselves today -- or rather, where Ellyra found them today.
With a low growl rumbling in her throat, Ellyra crouched low, muscles coiling like springs ready to release their tension. With a lightning-fast burst of speed, she surged forward, her claws unsheathed and teeth bared. The goats scattered in panic, but it was futile against the unmatched prowess of the lioness.
Taking her meal out of the dense foliage, the lioness found a shaded patch of cool sand to eat.
Ellyra's amber eyes gleamed with fierce determination as she tracked the scent of her prey. It was unfortunate, really, that this pair of goats had strayed so far from their once-owners and descended into a life in the wild jungles of Torchline. They were much safer where they had been born, rather than where they found themselves today -- or rather, where Ellyra found them today.
With a low growl rumbling in her throat, Ellyra crouched low, muscles coiling like springs ready to release their tension. With a lightning-fast burst of speed, she surged forward, her claws unsheathed and teeth bared. The goats scattered in panic, but it was futile against the unmatched prowess of the lioness.
Taking her meal out of the dense foliage, the lioness found a shaded patch of cool sand to eat.
Before I make the final sacrifice
