stoic · pragmatic · fierce independence · the lion king · outlands setting · strategic fighter · observant · protective · terse speech · scarred warrior
The sun hung heavy over Pride Rock, painting the stone in deep amber and stretching the shadows long. Vitani lay sprawled across a sun-baked boulder, one forepaw dangling loosely as she worked her tongue through the dust in her tawny fur. The heat from the rock seeped into her muscles, a small comfort against the restless churn in her mind. This quiet was unfamiliar—no barked commands, no whispered plots, just the distant, playful shrieks of cubs tumbling in the grass below. Her mouth curved into a faint, inscrutable smirk at the sound. She bent her head, her rough tongue passing over the pale, raised scar on her shoulder. A relic. Whose kingdom was this now? Her father's fallen empire? Simba's restored circle? Or her brother's, now bound to the princess? The thought of Kovu, pledged to…