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[deimos]

DELDRACH

FEMALE — LIONESS — LONER

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It was almost a repeat of her previous life. Wandering about a jungle, her abuser's shadow hanging over her. She didn't care for her hierarchy, sitting as a heir to her father's pride. Her eyes flickered about where she wandered, her massive paws brushing the ground as she stepped about roots, ears perked, haunches moving by muscle memory- she didn't care for where she walked, dazed in her thoughts. Her mismatched eyes opened wide as she stopped, one paw half raised in question. A railroad path broached her attention, smooth metal underfoot as she touched it. She looked down the line, narrowing her eyes out at the island. Her ears twitched, and a smirk broached her face. "Surely this piece of pretty land is owned." She uttered to herself, before following the path to the crashed train.

She approached the wreckage, her mismatched eyes scanning the wreck before pinning on the sign. She looked about. Could this have been what the old bird spoke of? A land of blood, a land of war? It was almost too damn pretty. Deldrach snorted, her tail flicking behind her as she made deeper into the territory, uncaring if her large body was seen as she passed through the isle's jungle. Thinking back to her father's pride, she remembered why she escaped. A forced marriage, then a forced pregnancy? She was to be treated as a queen, as the lioness- but he.. he had treated her like a breeding slave. A snarl ripped from her jaw's, Deldrach swinging to slash open the bark of a tree.

Her front half leapt up, both sets of claws digging into the wood. She tore free, ripping bark with her as she came back to the spongy ground. She settled down, picking bark from between her claws. It wasn't worth getting angry over, she reflected as she finished cleaning her claws. He was long gone, long dead, and she had fought her way to victory before disowning herself from that family and leaving for good.

Here she was, lost in a jungle that anyone- or as the old bird had said, murderers- could surround her in.

#psychosocial.