a Watcher in the hollows
Alliance: Neutral/Rebel
Rank: Nomad |
Budding hobbies: Necklace making, shelter building, and berry-hunting with Bran and Ani! At this time, she's just starting to venture out from Bran's side and understanding who she is in this life. This is when she starts to get confused about her mane and where it comes from.
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Insecurity
I never truly understood that I wasn't as feminine as I thought I was until I started to grow a mane. I knew Da had a mane, and I knew Pa had a mane, but all of the female lionesses I see have none. So, when I ran a paw over the top of my head and felt the stiff hair beginning to grow out of the top of my head, I panicked. - move to its own story bc it'll be weird
I wasn't supposed to have a mane, I was a girl. I tried desperately for years to keep it short by rubbing my neck on the bark of the trees and burning the fur off, but it always grew back. I knew Papa had noticed the scars, but he never asked.
One day, while walking with him and Da in the forest, I wandered off to do it again, but Papa followed me.
He must have seen me burn the fur again, because I heard him come up behind me.
Papa sat down calmly, a concerned look crossing to his eyes before he tilted his head slowly. "Why do you do this, little one?" His soft rumble of a voice left his throat, gentle as he could be.
I started to cry, my fire burning out and my voice cracking as I explained, "Papa, I have a mane... but I'm a girl. How am I supposed to be pretty and... and... papa, papa what do I do with this... this is wrong, Papa..." I choked on my words and ran a paw over the freshly scared skin with a wince.
After my response the large lion reached a paw forward, tugging me into his chest much like he did with Da when he was having a fit about the deaths on the planet. "Never be ashamed of who you are, even if you have a mane. It doesn't define you."
I sobbed into his chest again. Hearing that from anyone made it so much easier to take. I knew that Papa's words Marked the first time I'd felt comfortable with my mane.
I wasn't supposed to have a mane, I was a girl. I tried desperately for years to keep it short by rubbing my neck on the bark of the trees and burning the fur off, but it always grew back. I knew Papa had noticed the scars, but he never asked.
One day, while walking with him and Da in the forest, I wandered off to do it again, but Papa followed me.
He must have seen me burn the fur again, because I heard him come up behind me.
Papa sat down calmly, a concerned look crossing to his eyes before he tilted his head slowly. "Why do you do this, little one?" His soft rumble of a voice left his throat, gentle as he could be.
I started to cry, my fire burning out and my voice cracking as I explained, "Papa, I have a mane... but I'm a girl. How am I supposed to be pretty and... and... papa, papa what do I do with this... this is wrong, Papa..." I choked on my words and ran a paw over the freshly scared skin with a wince.
After my response the large lion reached a paw forward, tugging me into his chest much like he did with Da when he was having a fit about the deaths on the planet. "Never be ashamed of who you are, even if you have a mane. It doesn't define you."
I sobbed into his chest again. Hearing that from anyone made it so much easier to take. I knew that Papa's words Marked the first time I'd felt comfortable with my mane.