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Description
Neglected Space - Imogen Heap
Hello...
I watch you come and go
I know you can hear my voice
Don't walk away
Come daydream with me
In closed loops and future-proof cardboard to caviar
Let's show them how good we are
If you look after me, I'll look after you
Sonar, night vision or desperate lovers
Seeking privacy for their forbidden
I am their defenseless host
Through my open wounds they let themselves in
Sheltered (sheltered), they mock me (they mock me)
If you stand up for me, I'll stand up for you
I'm weather-beaten in a losing battle punctured by nature, becoming organic
The air in here ages me, ungracefully!
But if you take care of me, I will take care of youName - Chausiku [Born at night]
Pride - Giza PrideLands [birth]
Sex - Female
Family - ???
Mate - ???

Personality - regal, strong, noble, protective, fierce, wise, short-tempered and level-headed
Backstory Stuff -

Chausiku is blind, hence her paler center in her eye.

She founded the Shadow Marozi.

"We've had lions rereading and digging up old records but so far it's a dead end. The gift is just too deep in the past for anyone alive to understand it." Tabasamu padded after her, trotting loyally next to Griselda. "What did you see this time?"
"I was talking to Ibilisi when suddenly something felt… off," Griselda told him in a low thoughtful manner, stopping so she could just look directly at Tabasamu. "My vision went dark and I could taste blood on my tongue. Then… I think I was underground somewhere." She could recall the smell of earth and the darkness that surrounded her in the vision. Griselda wouldn't ever forget the strange mummified remains of that strange feline in the heart of it. There was an unsettling aura about, terrifying.
"Underground you say?" Tabasamu asked. "Was there anything specific down there you saw?"
"There was something awful down there, it didn't feel right. Just a skeleton of what I think was a lion, it was uncomfortably uncanny, Tabasamu." She paused, taking in a calming breath when the recollection began making her blood burn. "It wasn't even broken in pieces but still joined together like only its flesh fell off."
"Chausiku," came an older voice, taking the two cubs by surprise. Griselda and Tabasamu whirled around to face the source, standing in the dark was Mustafa. The lioness approached them, Tabasamu giving his mentor a respectful bow. "My apologies for the delay, princess."
Griselda was relieved to see her personal attendant here, the princess making her way over to greet her. Mustafa leaned down to brush her muzzle against Geiselda, the cub arching her spine appreciatively. "I'm just glad you are here now."
"Of course, I came as soon as I could." Mustafa looked down at Griselda with gentle motherly red eyes.
Griselda then asked, "What's a Chausiku?" Mustafa said the moniker but just what in the world was it? Griselda didn't bother filling in anything prior, Mustafa most definitely overheard her tell Tabasamu the vision that had come.
Tabasamu shook his head at that and nudged her. "Not what's a Chausiku but who is Chausiku, princess."
"Tabasamu is correct," Mustafa replied with a patient nod. "Chausiku dwells deep in the catacombs, my lady."
"But I saw a skeleton, did Chausiku die?" Her mouth tasted like ash and Griselda winced.
"She died a millennia ago, princess. Chausiku founded our people and once she passed away, the Shadow Marozi preserved her body and stored her deep within the cave systems." Mustafa took a seat. The striped marozi gave a concerned look. "I believe your vision was inside the catacombs, why it showed you Chausiku is worrying to me."
Griselda tentatively spoke her question. "If she's just a skeleton underground, what is there to worry over?"
"Legends say Chausiku made bad dealings in life to ancient spirits, fooled around with bad voodoo spells and in death it lingered inside her remains. Every bone in her body oozes these Shadow Arts," Mustafa explained, face set into a hard line. "No one must ever disturb her."
Tabasamu said nothing but his expression was a fearful one, nervous energy radiating off the boy. Griselda turned her expectant gaze back to Mustafa. "Why didn't you break her apart if shes so dangerous, Mustafa?"
"Her essence could spread, child. If anyone got a piece of her and took it that could be detrimental. We protect her this way from dangerous paws, Griselda." The lioness tenderly cupped the cub's face when Griselda began to look panicked, shaky breaths threatening to tumble out of her jaws. "Calm down, we won't let that happen. Chausiku is well guarded by the Shadow Marozi.".

Description
Neglected Space - Imogen Heap
Hello...
I watch you come and go
I know you can hear my voice
Don't walk away
Come daydream with me
In closed loops and future-proof cardboard to caviar
Let's show them how good we are
If you look after me, I'll look after you
Sonar, night vision or desperate lovers
Seeking privacy for their forbidden
I am their defenseless host
Through my open wounds they let themselves in
Sheltered (sheltered), they mock me (they mock me)
If you stand up for me, I'll stand up for you
I'm weather-beaten in a losing battle punctured by nature, becoming organic
The air in here ages me, ungracefully!
But if you take care of me, I will take care of youName - Chausiku [Born at night]
Pride - Giza PrideLands [birth]
Sex - Female
Family - ???
Mate - ???

Personality - regal, strong, noble, protective, fierce, wise, short-tempered and level-headed
Backstory Stuff -

Chausiku is blind, hence her paler center in her eye.

She founded the Shadow Marozi.

"We've had lions rereading and digging up old records but so far it's a dead end. The gift is just too deep in the past for anyone alive to understand it." Tabasamu padded after her, trotting loyally next to Griselda. "What did you see this time?"
"I was talking to Ibilisi when suddenly something felt… off," Griselda told him in a low thoughtful manner, stopping so she could just look directly at Tabasamu. "My vision went dark and I could taste blood on my tongue. Then… I think I was underground somewhere." She could recall the smell of earth and the darkness that surrounded her in the vision. Griselda wouldn't ever forget the strange mummified remains of that strange feline in the heart of it. There was an unsettling aura about, terrifying.
"Underground you say?" Tabasamu asked. "Was there anything specific down there you saw?"
"There was something awful down there, it didn't feel right. Just a skeleton of what I think was a lion, it was uncomfortably uncanny, Tabasamu." She paused, taking in a calming breath when the recollection began making her blood burn. "It wasn't even broken in pieces but still joined together like only its flesh fell off."
"Chausiku," came an older voice, taking the two cubs by surprise. Griselda and Tabasamu whirled around to face the source, standing in the dark was Mustafa. The lioness approached them, Tabasamu giving his mentor a respectful bow. "My apologies for the delay, princess."
Griselda was relieved to see her personal attendant here, the princess making her way over to greet her. Mustafa leaned down to brush her muzzle against Geiselda, the cub arching her spine appreciatively. "I'm just glad you are here now."
"Of course, I came as soon as I could." Mustafa looked down at Griselda with gentle motherly red eyes.
Griselda then asked, "What's a Chausiku?" Mustafa said the moniker but just what in the world was it? Griselda didn't bother filling in anything prior, Mustafa most definitely overheard her tell Tabasamu the vision that had come.
Tabasamu shook his head at that and nudged her. "Not what's a Chausiku but who is Chausiku, princess."
"Tabasamu is correct," Mustafa replied with a patient nod. "Chausiku dwells deep in the catacombs, my lady."
"But I saw a skeleton, did Chausiku die?" Her mouth tasted like ash and Griselda winced.
"She died a millennia ago, princess. Chausiku founded our people and once she passed away, the Shadow Marozi preserved her body and stored her deep within the cave systems." Mustafa took a seat. The striped marozi gave a concerned look. "I believe your vision was inside the catacombs, why it showed you Chausiku is worrying to me."
Griselda tentatively spoke her question. "If she's just a skeleton underground, what is there to worry over?"
"Legends say Chausiku made bad dealings in life to ancient spirits, fooled around with bad voodoo spells and in death it lingered inside her remains. Every bone in her body oozes these Shadow Arts," Mustafa explained, face set into a hard line. "No one must ever disturb her."
Tabasamu said nothing but his expression was a fearful one, nervous energy radiating off the boy. Griselda turned her expectant gaze back to Mustafa. "Why didn't you break her apart if shes so dangerous, Mustafa?"
"Her essence could spread, child. If anyone got a piece of her and took it that could be detrimental. We protect her this way from dangerous paws, Griselda." The lioness tenderly cupped the cub's face when Griselda began to look panicked, shaky breaths threatening to tumble out of her jaws. "Calm down, we won't let that happen. Chausiku is well guarded by the Shadow Marozi.".