Trophies. Often one of the most prized posessions of any hunter. How strange then...that a lioness might strive to become one.
Orphaned at a very young age, Felia was raised by a lioness she would come to think of as a sister, a girl named Leana. Leana taught Felia everything she knew. How to fight, how to hunt, how to devour things many times her size. Leana taught Felia that in the jungle, strength makes kings. The strong survive, and are o be admired, while he weak fall. But one day, Felia woke to find her sister was missing. this was strane, normally Leana would wake her up before going somewhere. And so, Felia began to search for her sister. Her search would take her to a small cabin, and upon entering...she would see her...
Leana was dead. Her head was on a plaque on a wall above the fireplace. A hunter had killed her. At first, of course, Felia fel sorrow, confusion, but then...she realized this must mean that the hunter was stronger than her sister. This was just...natural. But this was also different...normally, the weak are killed and devoured, then left to decay. But here, Leanas head was being preserved, kept as a beauiful trophy...and thus, Felia became obsessed. She found the hunter who had done her sister in, but was dissapointed when she killed and ate him ith ease, unaware he had used all his bullets on her sister. She wanted the same fate her sister got, but she wasn't just going o give herself over, no...
Now, Felia roams the park, in search of hunters and warriors. She battles with them, eats them, and keeps searching. Once she finds a hunter capable of defeating her, she'll make her request. To die and become a trophy for the hunter, just like her sister was. Preserved and pristine, hanging on a wall to be admired by anyone who comes by. A strange desire, to be sure, but in her head it's only natural.
((WIP but ready for play))