ardent

all the fear of the fire at the end of the world



Cannival

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
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0
size
Other species
build
Medium
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Christmas 2019Trick 2019
06-09-2019, 01:41 AM

Cannival


As the male gave to Cannival his timid apology, the lioness allowed her head to lift from her paws to face him fully. Her gaze met his, studying his expression carefully to root out any falseness buried within. Had Shaye sent him? Or Rhyme? Eyelids twitched and narrowed in a slightly inquisitive squint. The scrawny male stepped towards her once more, his posturing becoming so very submissive and scared that it hurt Cannival deeply to watch. He was missing part of an ear, his leg all but was dragged behind him as he walked. There was hardly a part of his too-thin body that was not scarred, or scarred on top of scars. Her own ears pressed hard against her skull, and she forced her eyes to soften as he drew the courage to place the gift before her.

"Thank you." The lioness pulled herself to a stand, leaning heavily upon her right foreleg as she did so. Cannival felt more sad and betrayed and broken then she had since losing her cubs, though she looked upon this wolf who made Abaven his home after a life so difficult that she couldn't even begin to imagine. This male knew true pain and loss and heartbreak, surely. To see him this way made Cannival hate herself for not only how much easier her life had been, but also for how much resentment she still felt towards him.

"Why do you cower before me?" She couldn't keep the self-loathing from tainting her words, and she reached forward with her left leg to gingerly scoop the hare towards her. She flinched and grimaced as the motion pulled her left shoulder backwards, feeling a jab of pain radiate down the entirety of her bone. Her eyes shut hard, and she blocked out the pain to allow herself to continue. "I am a lion, yes, but I don't mean harm to any of you." Soft voice shook with conviction as she felt a wave of emotion catch in her throat.

Cannival's thoughts moved to Motif- as they had often since the fire -and how disappointed the little pup would be if she saw her uncle cowering before her self-proclaimed best friend. Maybe a lion wasn't the kind of friend a wolf pup should have, especially if said cat could cause so much pain.

"You."
"Think."
"Speech"