Hera

Gender: Lioness
Age: Young Adult
Species: African Lion
Pride: None; Possibly headed to the Pridelands to stir up some trouble?
Rank: n/a

Appearance: Hera is a stunningly exotic specimen. She is long and sleek and very snake-like. Her head is slightly wedge-shaped but her features are still round and very feminine. She isn't as bulky as most lionesses and stands a few inches shorter. But Hera is in no way intimidated. She has an unusually pale coat - not quite a stunning white but a very pastel ivory shade. Her underbelly and paws are a slightly darker tan color, however. In contrast to her extremely pale coat, Hera's tail brush is a dark brown color. It is so dark it is almost black, though there is still warmth seen in the color. The dark brown is approximately the same shade as the "shades" around Hera's eyes, which droop down similar to Outsider fashion. Perhaps the most unusual thing about Hera's appearance is her eyes. The irises are such a shade of pale champagne that they appear white. This makes her gaze unnerving, since many have mistaken her for being blind in the past.

Personality: Hera is devious. She is sly and cunning and dangerously charismatic. She knew from a very early age that she was attractive and that because of that, she held a certain power over members of the opposite sex. With a bat of her eye or a flick of her tail she can get what she wants. And what Hera wants, Hera gets. If anything or anyone interferes with this, there will be hell to pay because Hera is extremely intelligent and just as equally ruthless.

Hera is stealthy and knows how to study a situation and pick up on subtle clues. She is patient, and does not give in easily to impulses. Her will power is astounding. Having never been particularly friendly, Hera has only ever perused relationships that would have, in some way, a direct benefit for her. She has never had a real friendship and it is possible she is unable to understand them.

Family: Unknown - Open to interpretation!
History: Much of Hera leads to her aura of mystery, and her past is no different. She is quite unlike many of the lions seen around the Pridelands and the surrounding kingdoms, so very little about her past life is known. She does not generally reveal it to strangers. And if she does talk, it is usually a different story every time. Sometimes she says she was a princess, sometimes born into poverty. Tracing Hera's history is like trying to untangle a white thread in a haystack.

What is generally accepted as fact is that Hera was born in a kingdom that resided in a harsh environment. It is rumored that she was the daughter of a king in a frightening desert landscape. She was either a bastard child or an unwanted daughter, neglected and on her own all too often. The details of her leaving her home are uncertain, but there is more than likely blood on her paws. Hera has spent much of her time traveling, going from kingdom to kingdom, charming her way to survival. More than once has she been exiled, and more than once has she broken a few families. To some, she has claimed that she spent time with humans and learned their secrets. But still, others are skeptical.

Hera has now made it to the Pridelands, and the already turbulent politics delights her. She can't wait to join in.

OOC Alias: Birdbrain
Best Way to Contact: PM!
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It wasn't ideal, but it would do for now. Moth padded to the banks of the river and dipped her head low, taking deep, long gulps of water. She needed it. After days of traveling in dry, arid landscapes that were not suited for any member of her species or anyone having a coat even a fraction as thick as hers; her throat was raw and grainy. The water washed away the pain in cold, crisp waves and Moth didn't stop drinking until her belly felt tight and swollen. She lifted her head, licking the last few drops from her whiskers and looked around.

It had taken her a few hellish days to get to a place that seemed at least a bit cooler. Somehow the snow leopard had found herself lost in a vast, open scrub-land with little prey and less water. The sun baked down on her relentlessly and there was no shelter, nothing but flat, open sand. Moth's stomach made an unpleasant lurch. She hadn't eaten in the time that she spent in the desert. The prey that she had come across was fast, and she was not suited for chasing down prey. The only way she had learned how to hunt utilized the uneven, rocky terrain that she had grown up in. She needed to ambush if she wanted to eat, and there wasn't any cover in the desert. Moth ducked her head, taking a few more gulps of water. It wasn't food, but maybe it would help her forget her hunger for a little while.

With a quiet sigh, Moth waded a few feet into the river, letting the cool current sooth the blisters on her paw pads. She was completely unaware of her company that was perched not but a few meters away...

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