Lyra styx

In a world filled with creatures of all kinds and plenty of magic. Lyra grew up as the youngest of her siblings in a pride of lionfolk. Raised to be like the others, trained to hunt, and fight for the Pride and her father. She was a terrible hunter and soldier only given the position due to her place as a Princess of the Pride. As she grew older, her draw towards making potions and foretelling began to blossom. Scaring the others in the Pride, as well as her diet changing as meat disagreed with her now more rabbitfolk like form. This started giving the other hunters and soldiers the view of her as prey more than a fellow hunter. They began attacking and teasing her any chance they could, one day even chaining her up with the other living prey hunted that day. Lyra, breaking free from the chains, ran from her family that day and just kept running, and running, and running. With a draw towards her witchcraft, she feels a need to keep practicing and to stay wild and free. When she is cooped up in one place too long, and unable to practice her craft she becomes melancholic and depressed. If she becomes restrained for too long she recalls her time as a prisoner of her own family and lashes out.