The sun beat down harder than ever it seemed today, causing most creatures to hide amongst the shadows of a few select trees. Not far from where a lonely, black lioness wandered there sat an oasis surrounded by thick trees. That was where Amaya was headed.
While most rogues seemed happy not to be stuck with a pride, this lioness yearned for the safety of numbers. Whispers of a certain pride had caught her ear one day and she made an attempt to join. What she was met with was something she had not prepared herself for. Although she knew she would have to fight to make it into the pride, she hadn't expected to lose the battle.
Amaya's physical wounds had healed, but her mental state was questionable. She appeared to be nothing but a bag of bones. Her tail hung low, almost dragging the ground as she walked and her head hung low and swung back and forth. All hope and the spirit she once had seemed to be crushed by one simple battle that led to her defeat.
Velveteen Angel
