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CW: Cruor is well practiced in cannibalism and infanticide. Please be aware of this when reading her backstory and potentially any story pieces she may feature in!

Name: Cruor
Name Meaning: Blood in Latin
Age: 3 years
Height: 6’0”
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual

Mutations: Maned female with gigantism

Pride: Mrumi
Rank: Tenzi Kaiuru
Magic Level: None

Family
Dam: N/A
Sire: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Mate: N/A

Personality:

{+} Lionhearted: Of all the things Cruor may be, a coward is not one of them. She is not willing to back down from a conflict so easily and when feeling strongly about a situation will seek to end it in her favour.

{+} Tactician: Her years wandering the lands spreading her reign of blood and terror did not leave her without knowledge. Cruor is extremely skilled in the art of battle and when allowed, is able to lead squadrons into victory with a raised moral. Those eyes may seem brutish, but they are always calculating your next movement.

{+} Loyal: If you manage to win her favour, Cruor is a lion to have on your side. Sisterhood is a very valuable thing to this lioness and when a friend is in need she is always willing to lend a paw. Some may say this is where her heart has softened over the years… though those lions often don’t have their tongues for much longer.

{+/-} Awkward in places: Sometimes social situations are a little harder for her to read in some ways. For example, Cruor is a hopeless flirt and doesn’t quite know how to behave in response to any advances sent her way. Sometimes all the brute strength can leave little charm to be had.

{+/-} Brawler: With heightened testosterone comes new advantages, particularly in the ring. Cruor loves a good fight more than anything else and is forever itching to dig her claws and sink her teeth into someone else’s hide.

{-} The Cannibal: Years of feasting on lion corpses have often swayed her mind into a frenzy when it comes to the supple flesh of her own kind. No remorse is to be given when she is consuming some lost soul who had the misfortune to cross her path.

{-} Boorish: Table manners are not a thing with this maned lady. She is often messy and lacking when it comes to grooming with dried blood found caking her coat.

Backstory:
Not much is known about her early years but at some point in her life, Cruor stood over the body of her king with his throat in her jaws. Blood dripped down her throat, a taste for life fluid emanating from there. Lionesses gathered around her, surprised that they no longer needed a male to dominate over their pride as many had done before. No, Cruor began her reign of terror on that day when she began her march over each and every land she could manage in order to strengthen her forces.

A self-proclaimed warlord, Cruor fought battle after battle and killed whatever obstacle stood in her way. The more lionflesh she ate, the more she desired it leading to the killing of leaders and rulers… elders and eventually she began to develop her taste for cubs. Mothers, often used to their leaders taking over and killing whatever young was to be found, soon followed the maned lioness and grew to follow her twisted ideals. Many conformed unwillingly, entranced by her promises of glory and salvation… It wasn’t to last however.

Eventually there came a pride that her vast forces could not defeat, a pride that decimated the warmongers numbers in barely a day. Mrumi was a fine land, a land for the taking however King Bongani would not stand for such insolence. Whilst Cruor managed to somewhat damage the native forces, the fighters of Mrumi wiped out her pride sending her lionesses fleeing or to the stars. Bongani did not kill Cruor however, taking a liking to her fighting spirit. Heavily bleeding yet claws still seeking flesh, the Mrumi forces bound her limbs with vines at the first chance they got in order to subdue the colossal female. A ring of bone was forcefully pierced through her nose whilst still conscious, a measure to keep such a strong willed and brutish female in check… though many perceive her to be male, the very reason she does not find herself within the ranks of the harem.

Cruor found herself within the ranks of the Kaiuru… and it was a dream come true. Fight after fight she won, consuming the bodies of the dead before her claws would be sharpened yet again. It didn’t take long for her to eventually kill the previous Tenzi Kaiuru, taking his place and beginning her career as a slave training other slaves. In reality she wouldn’t have it any way. Despite the pain of the nose ring when pulling her into order, Cruor is quite happy killing lion after lion and showing off her strength… the attention from the Burundani isn’t too bad either.

Décor Slots: 3/5
- Bone shackles
- Tooth necklace
- Bone nose ring

Age Scale:
3 Years = 18 Feb 2020

Preferred RP Method: Discord only

Description

CW: Cruor is well practiced in cannibalism and infanticide. Please be aware of this when reading her backstory and potentially any story pieces she may feature in!

Name: Cruor
Name Meaning: Blood in Latin
Age: 3 years
Height: 6’0”
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual

Mutations: Maned female with gigantism

Pride: Mrumi
Rank: Tenzi Kaiuru
Magic Level: None

Family
Dam: N/A
Sire: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Mate: N/A

Personality:

{+} Lionhearted: Of all the things Cruor may be, a coward is not one of them. She is not willing to back down from a conflict so easily and when feeling strongly about a situation will seek to end it in her favour.

{+} Tactician: Her years wandering the lands spreading her reign of blood and terror did not leave her without knowledge. Cruor is extremely skilled in the art of battle and when allowed, is able to lead squadrons into victory with a raised moral. Those eyes may seem brutish, but they are always calculating your next movement.

{+} Loyal: If you manage to win her favour, Cruor is a lion to have on your side. Sisterhood is a very valuable thing to this lioness and when a friend is in need she is always willing to lend a paw. Some may say this is where her heart has softened over the years… though those lions often don’t have their tongues for much longer.

{+/-} Awkward in places: Sometimes social situations are a little harder for her to read in some ways. For example, Cruor is a hopeless flirt and doesn’t quite know how to behave in response to any advances sent her way. Sometimes all the brute strength can leave little charm to be had.

{+/-} Brawler: With heightened testosterone comes new advantages, particularly in the ring. Cruor loves a good fight more than anything else and is forever itching to dig her claws and sink her teeth into someone else’s hide.

{-} The Cannibal: Years of feasting on lion corpses have often swayed her mind into a frenzy when it comes to the supple flesh of her own kind. No remorse is to be given when she is consuming some lost soul who had the misfortune to cross her path.

{-} Boorish: Table manners are not a thing with this maned lady. She is often messy and lacking when it comes to grooming with dried blood found caking her coat.

Backstory:
Not much is known about her early years but at some point in her life, Cruor stood over the body of her king with his throat in her jaws. Blood dripped down her throat, a taste for life fluid emanating from there. Lionesses gathered around her, surprised that they no longer needed a male to dominate over their pride as many had done before. No, Cruor began her reign of terror on that day when she began her march over each and every land she could manage in order to strengthen her forces.

A self-proclaimed warlord, Cruor fought battle after battle and killed whatever obstacle stood in her way. The more lionflesh she ate, the more she desired it leading to the killing of leaders and rulers… elders and eventually she began to develop her taste for cubs. Mothers, often used to their leaders taking over and killing whatever young was to be found, soon followed the maned lioness and grew to follow her twisted ideals. Many conformed unwillingly, entranced by her promises of glory and salvation… It wasn’t to last however.

Eventually there came a pride that her vast forces could not defeat, a pride that decimated the warmongers numbers in barely a day. Mrumi was a fine land, a land for the taking however King Bongani would not stand for such insolence. Whilst Cruor managed to somewhat damage the native forces, the fighters of Mrumi wiped out her pride sending her lionesses fleeing or to the stars. Bongani did not kill Cruor however, taking a liking to her fighting spirit. Heavily bleeding yet claws still seeking flesh, the Mrumi forces bound her limbs with vines at the first chance they got in order to subdue the colossal female. A ring of bone was forcefully pierced through her nose whilst still conscious, a measure to keep such a strong willed and brutish female in check… though many perceive her to be male, the very reason she does not find herself within the ranks of the harem.

Cruor found herself within the ranks of the Kaiuru… and it was a dream come true. Fight after fight she won, consuming the bodies of the dead before her claws would be sharpened yet again. It didn’t take long for her to eventually kill the previous Tenzi Kaiuru, taking his place and beginning her career as a slave training other slaves. In reality she wouldn’t have it any way. Despite the pain of the nose ring when pulling her into order, Cruor is quite happy killing lion after lion and showing off her strength… the attention from the Burundani isn’t too bad either.

Décor Slots: 3/5
- Bone shackles
- Tooth necklace
- Bone nose ring

Age Scale:
3 Years = 18 Feb 2020

Preferred RP Method: Discord only