Ellyra
I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Ready for a fight
As Maea cautiously dragged her own kill further into the pool, Ellyra's amber gaze narrowed with a mixture of wariness and determination. The scent of fresh blood mingled with the lush foliage, stirring Ellyra's instincts to defend what was rightfully hers. Were molten tigers even native to Torchline? She reached out across the attuned bond but found only silence, which made her ears prick forward curiously. She reached out again into the silence, a low growl beginning to rumble in the bottom of her throat.
Undeterred yet still cautious of Maea, Ellyra continued to feast, her gaze flickering between her own kill and the tiger. Ellyra stood (well, laid) her ground, a silent guardian of this domain, ready to defend her kill against any who dared to challenge her. With each passing moment, her resolve strengthened, ensuring that her kill would remain under her protection, safeguarded against any would-be usurpers.
Undeterred yet still cautious of Maea, Ellyra continued to feast, her gaze flickering between her own kill and the tiger. Ellyra stood (well, laid) her ground, a silent guardian of this domain, ready to defend her kill against any who dared to challenge her. With each passing moment, her resolve strengthened, ensuring that her kill would remain under her protection, safeguarded against any would-be usurpers.
Before I make the final sacrifice
