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Baalit'lia'sva (rei-azalia); The Mighty Leader
Topic Started: Jan 23 2016, 06:04 PM (258 Views)
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Name: Baalit'lia'sva
Phonetic: Bah-leet-lee-ah-svuh


Personality:
Determined and steadfast, gone are the foolish days of reckless abandon and friendliness in this old lekkir. Her eyes have seen many things and learned from her old mistakes. She is stubborn as a mule, refusing to backdown from any task she sets her mind to finishing. She used to laugh and joke a lot, but now her mind is always calculating, plotting, preparing for battle.

Her keen memory and strong will- plus her ability to control fire and dark magic make her able to slip in and out undetected. She refuses to acknowledge her injury, her passion for the cause much stronger than her worry over her leg. She is merciful yet merciless, killing aershaa that are beyond saving to 'send them to the Mother.' She is also ruthless in her tactics and her rage easily takes over her mind when she allows it to.

She wishes she had spent more of her life dealing with the cause but refuses to die until it is done. She's old but not feeble.


Back story:

Baalit'lia'sva grew up ignoring her mother's rules. She was a strong hearted, strong willed explorer with more curiosity than a cat. She cared not for rules or laws and was friendly to a fault. She met her bonded when she was newly an adult, still lustful for adventure. The darkfire aershaa, Morrigan, made her clan feel protected and aided them to seek their own bonded. She rode astride Morrigan's back and was the first of her clan to touch the clouds. She howled with him by moonlight. He and she solved the mysteries of the world, like where a rainbow ends and why the mist of a waterfall feels different from splashing rain.

As she aged, she became the elder of her clan. She was a peaceful, bemusing and wise leader who decreed by discussion and voting among her council. She didn't punish the folly of youth and instead encouraged playful naughtiness. She would play as many pranks on kits as they played on their parents. Her clan lived in a meadow of long silver grass and willow trees, hollowed out in the middle and beneath to make a network of burrows, tunnels and tree homes.

But one night, there was a commotion in the forest beyond the field. Waking Morrigan, she chuckled in a tired voice and asked if he was up for another adventure. Soon the two were off. Morrigan worried as he walked, smelling what he called 'dusty' aershaa. Like their scents were muted by great clouds of another smell. But friendly Baali insisted they go and greet them.

An aershaa and lekkir in their golden years were no match for the youthful bladehunters that attacked them. They shredded Morrigan's fine coat with their claws and threw Baali from his back. On the back of one of the winged hunters, a strange two legged creature threw a strong brown vine around Morrigan's neck. It jumped off its mount and began to bind Morrigan's paws together. Using the last strength that was in her, Baali jumped to bite the human's face and neck, leaving a deep wound on its ugly face. One of the aershaa- the corrupted ones- found her in his jaws and began to thrash her like a toy, slamming her into a tree.

When she came to, broken and jarred, her bonded was gone...She had never seen a man before, but heard stories of the wickedness...how man had poisoned her kin generations ago with his technology and magic. She believed the legends now.

A week passed. She was stubbornly refusing to be nursed as she planned to track the creatures that she knew had taken- or killed- Morrigan. Her heart was hard and shrivelled from her loss. Food was rejected, as was the splint of sticks made for her broken front paw.

The night her clan planned to begin their search, Morrigan stepped from the shadows of the forest. Baalit ignored the striking pain in her leg, yipping joyfully and running for his legs. She ignored the sharp dusty scent of human coming from him and from behind him. As she got only feet away, he struck. His paw sent her flying into the grass, igniting a yelp from her old lungs. That's when she saw the strap of leather fastened around his throat, his unreflective eyes.

"Attack." She knew common from her bonded, but this voice came from the trees. Her bonded lunged for her and all she knew was pain and fangs, blood marking her betrayal. This wasn't her bonded. The two legged beasts had done something horrible to him...She hit the ground once more and Morrigan's paw found her head, pushing it to the dirt, trying to crush it.

"w-what have they done to you?" Pus pooled in her eye corners and she felt blood on her maw.
"This is the power of humans." Her bonded whispered. "This is the power of washing. It can sever your foolish bonds in a matter of seconds." He chuckled. "It has opened my mind...to the right path. Your clan is finished. Its your fault, lekkir. You injured Master's eye."

"Kill." The human said. Like a puppy, Morrigan grasped Baali and it was his turn to throw the elder lekkir about like a toy. Her clan was held back by the other corrupted aershaa.

Once Baali's neck was bleeding, she was dropped in a heap. She snuffled, mouth gaping, unable to move or speak.

"Burn it." The human said. It whistled and the other aershaa retreated back, behind him. Morrigan opened his maw wide.
"N-no..." Baali whispered as fire erupted from his maw. It engulfed the field, the long grass crackling as it ignited. He sent the blast to the trees and they spread to each other in a matter of moments, smouldering and exploding with flame. Her beloved clan scattered in all directions, screaming and jumping to their bonded for aid. Several of the aershaa had ropes around their necks from other humans, hidden in the trees, being dragged off by the corrupted ones, just as Morrigan had been taken.

Baali let out a sigh and closed her eyes, waiting for death to claim her. She yelped in pain as teeth- trying to help her- scooped her up and galloped from the burning field. "Elder...Baalit'lia'sva..." she heard a distant voice whisper. She glanced, seeing one of the pups astride the aershaa that was carrying her in her mouth. "I am here, little one..." She gasped as her vision faded. She died that day.


Not a physical death of course, but a mental one. She regained her strength slowly over the next three weeks, though the clan healer couldn't count the number of close calls where she stopped breathing or responding. Her leg would never heal properly after the second attack but she would get better. Their home had burned that night, they'd lost half their clan to the blaze and the attack. She and while so many were fast to blame Morrigan, Baali could not hate him. She would yip weakly at the youths she heard speaking ill of him and did not bother to correct the mothers who shushed their kits when they spoke too loudly about what had happened.

"Elder, you're not fit to travel yet." She ignored the healer as she hobbled across the forest. The pace was slow but she did not stop, nor did she look behind her to see if she was being followed. She emerged from the tree line to a black, dusty field. Coals and embers still billowed in patches and ash blew into her face...every shaking step she took sent up a great cloud of it.

Touching that ash sparked a rage in her belly. Not at Morrigan. Not at the fire itself. But at man. This was man's doing. Taking her bonded, hurting her old bones, destroying her home... The loss and pain opened the shell around her heart and set it aflame. She clenched her paw tightly and continued on. She puffed her chest out, straightened her back, ignoring the injuries. Turning her head, she felt a swell of pride. Her entire clan and their bonds were on her heels, silent, grimacing at the destruction.

Finally, she reached a stump. She chuckled softly, her first happy noise in weeks. All the trees had fallen but an old, grizzly stump- so unappealing to the eye- was all that remained. It groaned as she put her weight onto it, taking a moment to pull herself up. She took no offence as two rushed forwards and used their paws and nose to help their elder reach her goal.

She faced them, cleared her throat, and began to speak. She spoke in their native tongue, refusing to use the voice that the human had used.

"My Friends!

Our home has been taken from us. Our friends and clan mates have been taken from us. Some of our bonded...have been taken from us."


Her voice was wavering at first, but it become strong.

"We mourn for our lives; our kits and mothers and brothers and sisters and cousins and friends who have fallen. For our forefathers who's teeth and claws were whittled away digging our burrows and chiselling our tree havens generations ago. Some of you blame Morrigan for the destruction...but I wish to speak of what he told me that night, when I was beneath his claws. I wish to lay the blame on the one who deserves it."


She recounted his words. She didn't know what it meant, but could guess it damaged the mind. Man had utter control of him. Morrigan was a free soul, wild and reckless as she was. He was too old to care about new ways and would never take orders, not even from her.

"It is man we have to blame. Man was in our forest. Man, the creature who caused the Mother such pain as he burned her trees, built his towns on her back and severed our healing magic with his poison essence. Man, who took our bonded, burned our home and killed our clanmates!"

Her teeth clenched, eyes squinting as they forced back the angry snarls in her maw. The long-toothed smile of Morrigan faded to the souless, snarling glare that glinted in the fires of his jaws in her mind's eye. The image faded no sooner had it come, shaken away by the willpower born of her losses.

"No more!" She shouted, ignoring the sting of her smoke-damaged lungs and her clan responded with angry snarls and nods. "No more can man meddle in our affairs, our peace! We will find our companions and take them back...all of them! All who have been taken by man! We shall break his collars, split his necks...burn his homes and slaughter his kits as he has taken ours! We take back our land!" She slammed her injured paw into the wood with vigor, not even feeling the pain. "It is time we free all that has been taken by their wretched, furless talons by an means necessary! Now, who stands beside me?!"



Voice actor: S.J. Tucker narrating The Mice.
Theme song: Battle Dawn
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