Little

Description: a feral queen creature definitely

Little

    Purple Dusk to Sapphire
  • Queen
  • Played By: Jones

    feral femme fatale
    Askavi Terreille
    4 Posts    2725 marks
Little
« on: February 24, 2020, 07:30:03 PM »
Little


The Basics


Full Name: Little
Age: 68
Gender/Pronouns: girl she/her

Ethnicity: Unknown- Angnuk (medium/long live mix)
Birthplace: Most likely Raej or Dena Nehele
Current Location: Askavi
Profession: feral hellbeast

Caste: queen
Birthright Jewel: Purple Dusk (CUT 11)
Offering Jewel: Sapphire (CUT 98)

Face Claim: Lauralou Abattu



The Body


Height: 5'8
Body Type: skinny
Hair Color: rich red
Eye Color: pale blue

Appearance:
She should stick out like a sore thumb. Long pale limbs and bright red hair. Glaringly human in a place that has only ever known wildness. But that same untamed nature suits her too well to stand apart. Skin freckled by the sun she blends into the play of shadow and sunshine under the sweeping canopies of towering aspen. Sleek and clever as a fox she hides her unruly tangle of hair by letting it tangle with burs and brittle sticks and fresh picked flower crowns; making it as one with nature as the rest of her. She has never seen a hair comb, anyway, nor a dress.

Body sturdy and slim she is built for impact. Strong and fierce and quick footed. Her eye teeth are long and her nails sharp. Clothed in simple slips of fur and leather she blends into the forest, or uses it to hide herself. She has a round, simple sort of face jeweled by eyes that could pierce the soul with their intent gaze. The strain of womanhood advancing from girlhood turning gentle roundness into cutting cheekbones and full lips.



The Mind


Craft Strengths: 15pts

Queen's Gift
Swift Shifter
Physical Shields
Physical Enhancement
Craft Weaknesses: Blood Bonds, Power Blast, and Psychic Shields

Personality:
The pounding pulse of her forest. A force of nature incarnated as a witch-child. Little has the heart of her caste, if none of the grace. She is a warrior trained by bear, wolf, and badger. Educated on the needs of the  many, rather than only of those like herself. A fiery tempered defender, merciless hunter, and gracious provider. The odd assortment of Kindred that compose her ‘pack’ have each taught her important lessons on survival. And she has taught them that surviving is not enough.

Everything in Little strains towards peace. She would have been ripe to learn the healing arts if the opportunity had risen. She likes to quiet the pains of others, and takes pleasure in being a comfort. From the smallest days of her childhood she has taken in the weaker, the broken, the forgotten and unwanted. Taught them that wholeness does not require completeness, and found her own strength lies there- in the leading of others. Not to lead them to greatness, or any other lofty goal, but just to lead them back to themselves. To a state of contentment within the ecosystems of their lives.

It is hard to hurt Little. Too used to the rules of the wild to be startled or harmed by cruelness. The frightened dog bites. She pets them anyway. The untrusting bird flies away. She puts out seed and waits patiently. Time is never a worry to the lounging lion or the sleepy river otters. It is not a concept that she lives by. There is only the now, the soon, and the too late. She is not like other people; perhaps not really a person at all though she does understand that she is not one of the Kindred. That she is Blood, and not fully a creature either.

There is a mistrust in her heart for them, though. Those that stand on two legs and speak in learned sounds and plot with keen minds. She has seldom had dealings with them, and none have been very pleasant. Their dens opened for her only to become cages when she was ready to go back to her waiting family. Their men always eager to be petted, only to ply her with mind-slowing drinks to attempt the same with their spears. So she holds herself to the wild places where the rules are always the same. A flash of teeth can be met with a flash of teeth. The smart, patient huntress wins the prey, even if it's only to set a bent wing or speak gentleness into snarling muzzles.


The Backstory


Family:
  • Big | adopted mother | Purple Dusk to Opal Black Widow

History:
There are no memories before Big. She was a very young sow when she was called to find the baby in her spun web. A little naked child in need. Old enough to walk and say a word or two but not to name herself. A traveling pack of wolves had found her in their scavenging of a ruined caravan destined for the war torn lands of the Blood. The Darkness blessed her that they were Kindred, aware of her caste and it's potential. Else they might have eaten her, or left her to fate. They took her with them for several moons instead, but had no desire to raise a Blood cub. Giving her to the bear when she came seemed sensible. They didn't even question why she wanted the child that smelled like, but unlike, the sons of man.

Before Little, Big had no real name. The youngest of two cubs she had abandoned her sleuth to study the nature of her caste alone. But the baby had few words, and only some concepts. Big. Little. Hungry. Cold. Ideas that they could communicate to one another without the need for spoken language. It was how the girl, Little, learned and grew. In the wild center of central Askavi where the mountain trees touch the sky. Life was understandably quiet for the pair. Kindred came and went. Passing through on their migrations or hunts. Berries, trout, and wild nuts fueled her growth. And soft roots of Craft seeped from Little's toes to fuel the earth right back. When the fall came, Big followed her instincts. Dug a snug pocket in a big cave. She hoarded food for the child, and when the time came for her torpor, she slept with one eye open. Together they managed, and each year it became easier as Little learned more ways to survive.

After seven years years together Little was brave enough to explore during her friends winter slumber. She left the den often to fish in the river, or spy on prowling bands of strangers in the forest. That was how she earned her Purple Dusk. Following winged warriors at a distance. They flew over the frozen pond, and she went through the ice. Swallowed up whole by the dark water she panicked. Unable to find the hole she had slipped through she dove to the bottom for a rock to use to break through to the surface. When she did the rock in hand was much like the one Big used to burn the meat that Little ate. So she kept it for herself. When Big woke up in the early spring she started to share her own knowledge of how to weave Craft into ways to stay alive.

But the Jewel changed things. When the migratory creatures passed through they no longer all left. Some stayed, some were coaxed into staying, and some came back so regularly that they might as well have never gone at all. Little learned Craft from them. Heard exciting stories, and terrifying ones. She called to something in the spirit of the Kindred- and in regular animals too. Beaten dogs gone feral looking for a steady hand to show them kindness. Broken winged birds for someone soft to teach them to fly once more. There was sometimes conflict over her breaking of the laws of nature. There were creatures, Big included, that thought nature should always run its own course. The weak or sick or injured died. Little understood the cycle of life She understood wildness and freedom too. She wore the furs of the deer she hunted and decorated her hair with the bones of fish. But she also thought that she was as natural as the rest of nature, and if she could help then why shouldn't she?

Life rolled on that way. With the coming and going of creatures called to her side. Few were permanent. Even Big went off in time. To raise cubs of her own womb, and to do the work her webs demanded. Little was never alone, though. There was always a warm body in her den for snuggling beside. Always a friend that needed reassurance near by. Even when things were hard, she never wanted for more. Storms came and flooded them in. Snows fell and smothered them under. The sun shone and burned her raw. Cave explorations found a Sapphire to add to her collection. Tree climbing gave her a scar down her thigh. The fish were plentiful and the water clean. She thought her life was complete.

Until she saw him. Young and handsome and strong. A hunter that wanted the head of her jhinka friend for his collection. She had no words to speak to him, but he was not afraid of the feral queen. He spoke to her the same way she spoke to the Kindred. Spoke of grand places she didn't believe existed, and of horrible times the land had suffered. Told her stories and flashed his wings for her appreciation. He knew a lot of things that made Little realize how small her scope of the world really was. Like the animals he left and came back by the seasons. They would play or hunt together, then say goodbye for weeks. Then one day something in the way he stood with his bow drawn tight put an emptiness in Little's gut. A hunger she had not experienced before stirring. He knew what that was too. And filled it. Then the bear that had lived in Little's soul filled itself on the rest of him.

She was sorry to lose a friend but didn't understand the idea of guilt. What happened happened. She could change nothing. But he had spoken of family, and so she dried the bones least chewed and packed them up in rolls of thick leaves. Somewhere are people waiting for the return of a son who will not come. And she owes them an explanation.


The Writer


Player Name: Jones
Player Pronouns: She/Her
Timezone: CST
Contact: Discord or PM
How did you find us?: RPG-D

Inactivity Instructions: You can archive my brain babies and write them out in whatever way keep the plot going, just avoid killing them unless its absolutely necessary.

Roleplay Sample:
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The Darkness

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Re: I have no idea. Someone stop me.
« Reply #1 on: February 24, 2020, 08:33:59 PM »
The Darkness has granted you...
Purple Dusk
Cut 11
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Sapphire
Cut 98


As requested, ONE family rolls:
1: Purple Dusk to Opal
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The Darkness

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Re: Little
« Reply #2 on: February 26, 2020, 03:55:46 AM »
Approved
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