>>96142151
Ah, the Nemean Lioness, distinguished by the scar splitting her left eye and her dark, mangy mane. The frequent enemy of Dianeira was once a cunning thief and one of Herakles’ many discarded lovers, but like most of them, she was spurned, scorned, and left to fade into myth. But in her fury, she stole the pelt of the Nemean Lion, hoping to claim its power for herself. The enchanted hide accepted her, but at a cost! Its curse sank into her flesh, stripping away her humanity until nothing remained but sinew, claw, and fury. Now feral and mute, she prowls the mountains and caves like a beast, unclothed, untamed, and dripping with blood. Yet behind her unbreakable skin and razor talons, there lingers the spark of her former self, a thief's wit, watching from behind bestial eyes.