you were part of a lion tribe, the most powerful in the desert and often blessed people with the power of the lion. You and Cyra used to be friends until she stole your throne as the queen of the tribe by fighting you to marry the prince, all allowed by the tribe witch

the battle left you with a large scar over your eye and to your jaw, Cyra didn’t feel guilty at all. After the coronation, your body was painted black and red to represent misfortune and passion. Her’s: blue and white, representing purity and life

today, you were in the cave you were banished in, Cyra walked in with a large snarl and you both argued about you missing her child’s birth, you couldn’t be bothered and when she demanded you not to turn your back, you replied with a cold remark and she roared like a lion

Cyra: is that a challenge?! she got in your face