An amazingly gorgeous adopt that I absolutely 'HAD' to have!!! :O
The artist was incredibly patient and courteous about the many changes I wanted done. MANY WiPs were sent in the editing of this adopted kitty cat~!

I couldn't really decide on what species of feline she is...SO I decided to make my own name for it, which can be seen in the huge wall of text below all this initial blabbering I always do!

Regardless, EXTREMELY nice work, Myett. So happy with how she turned out, and I already have artwork lined up for her to be in! The list of upcoming artwork can be seen at the bottom of my profile page as usual! o3o

Artwork © MyettWrath
Nyarai © Me

This is the SFW version! The NSFW version can be found HERE

Character Biography

Name: Nyarai
of the Nguvu Tribe of central Africa

Nickname: Ghafla Kifo (Sudden Death in Swahili)
Age: 21
Species: Ndogo Lion
Occupation: Warrior
Profession: Master Marksman
Height: 5’1” / 155cm
Weight: 95 lbs / 43 kg

Growing up, Nyarai was never the 'stay at home and take care of kids and wash the laundry on a washboard' kind of girl...She wanted to go hunt with the men! She wanted to go to battle when her tribe was at war with another! A total tomboy, she wants to be where the action's at, not just sit behind and let someone else fight for her!
But everyone, including her parents, said she'd be killed immediately; men are far more powerful than her, and they'd easily overwhelm her, kill her, and laugh at the tribe's pathetic display of desperacy by sending their women to fight a man’s battles. And if the opponent was simply not smart enough to think that far, they'd simply kill her for her insolence, such as animals, or the cannibalistic tribes.
But she refused to be rooted to a life of pacifism, and so she, at just age 5, began to use weapons to prove that she was as good as any boy her age. She was not skilled with melee weapons, and was clumsy with a shield. Instead, she saw a hunter using a bow to shoot a wild boar for food when she snuck after a hunting party to watch them. She immediately got an idea.
She trained vigorously, for years, spending all of her spare time working on her physical strength and stamina. It turned out that Nyarai was a natural, her body built not simply for child birth and a quiet life sitting in a hut weaving baskets. She was a born warrior, and by her tenth birthday, she outran all the boys whom had once been expected by sheer birthright to be better than her at everything physically taxing. Still not as strong as them, but she still felt vindicated, and proved to her previously opposed father, that women could be just as powerful as men.
At age 16, she was allowed to go on her first hunt, after managing to hit a wolf pack alpha through the right eye from over 1500 yards away, on a hill. The wolf and his pack had pestered the tribe for years, stealing cattle in the middle of the night. Many wolves were caught and killed, but they always came back, for the alpha always survived, and soon returned. This time, however, Nyarai was ready, and sat at a nearby hill waiting for the pack of wolves to approach. While the pack ran down to steal chickens, the alpha remained on the rise, far away from any harm. Or so he thought. Nyarai had the wind in her back, thus the Alpha could not smell her. She hooked an arrow, and with a groan of wood and string, she drew it back. She waited, hearing the wind howl in her sensitive ears, her one open eye only half-way open, focused entirely on her target. Then it came, the silence. One moment the wind was there, rushing in her ears, blasting her face…And then it was gone! Right then, the wolf looked in her direction. Her one eye widened with steadfast resolve, and she released the arrow. A few seconds later, the alpha was dead, slain before it could even yipe in pain, as an arrow shaft protruded from its eye socket.
Her arms are immensely powerful due to her lifelong vigorous training, allowing her to draw a custom built bow to the point of it holding nearly as much kinetic force in it, as a medieval scorpio ballista.
At age 19, she became the first woman of her tribe to ascend to the warrior caste, after managing to penetrate a solid Umbrella Thorn Acacia trunk completely, leaving only a pulverized hole.
She's known as Nyarai, Ghafla Kifo, which means sudden death in her native Swahili sub-language, due to whomever she aims at, dies never knowing why they're dead. Her skill with a bow is unmatched, and has even been the focus of modern outsiders who took a great interest in her seemingly super-human strength.