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Name ;; Daenerys Neirin
Daenerys; Taken form the strong lady Daenerys Targeryen from Game of Thrones.
Neirin; Celtic for 'surrounded by light’
I decided to name her Daenerys Neirin, because not only is light one of her elements, but so is her pelt. The Daenerys part of her name comes from the strong female character in GoT, and I mean for her to live up to the namesake as she ages and grows wiser.
Nickanmes; Rys
Age ;; Around 200
Sex ;; Female
Element ;; Earth and Light
Rank ;; Healer
Sexuality ;; Heterosexual
Mate ;; None
Cubs ;; None
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Attacks ;;Light Powers;
Daylight; She has the ability o bring about full on daytime brightness int the darkest of places
Energy Ball; She creates a ball of light energy that she's able to manipulate and throw to and fro to her will.
Earth Powers;
Grow; She's able to take any plant life from a small seed to pretty much full grown. Depending upon size and scale of said plant life, the longer it will take her and the more energy she'll have to extend to grow it to full.
Shield; She pulls up a large wall of thick earth in front of her, or in front of allies, to block incoming attacks or to hide.
Theme Song ;; Oh Be Clever - RiverLikes and Dislikes ;;+Sunshine -Total darkness
+Sea shells -The thought of death
+ Warmth -Storms
+ Fish - Deep, open water
+ Stars - Cold weather
+Rays of sunlight in dark shadows -Anything threatening her neck
+Rainbows -The color red
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Personality ;;
Adventurous ; For as much as Rys fears certain things, she feels compelled to explore. So much of the world is still a mystery to her, and he feels like she needs to explore, to travel, to never stop moving. She feels like he needs to discover everything there is she doesn't know.
Cheerful ; Daenerys is an often cheerful type of girl. She's bright in personality just as much as his one element is bright. She looks on the better side of life, being more of a "glass half full" type of optimist.
Caring ; She doesn't like to see anyone or anything she cares for suffer, especially at her expense. she'll do whatever is in his power to help them feel better, even if they're sick, wounded, or just need an ear to listen.
Blunt ; Even though Rys is kind, and she means nothing but well, sometimes she can be a little blunt, and say things rather rudely. She doesn't like to dance around words to much, so she cuts to the chase as much as he can.
Defender ; Daenerys is not only a Warrior, but a protector. She feels like he has to defend those she cares for at any and all cost, and she will do it more than willingly.
Manipulative ; Believe it or not, this pretty girl has learned a thing or two from the Trickster. Rys can be very manipulative to get what she desires, and has a bad habit of taking it to far at times. She does Loke proud.
Flirtatious ; Even though she's young, she likes to be sweet to others her age, to keep the boys on their toes.Though this habit is going to give Loke a heart attack one day, he doesn't understand Rys' ulterior motives in being flirty. Its just one of the many tools at her disposal.
Devious ; Another trait that she has gained from being raised by Loke; She's a little devil, really. She uses her wiles and wits and manipulation to cause trouble and misfortune, and often times, chaos.
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History ;;
Who I Was
I don't remember my old life to vividly, but I do remember what matters the most; The life I was living a few months up until I was killed. I had been living in a pride of rogues, the males trying to force me into loyalty. My life was fuzzy before that point in my memory, but I knew they took me under their care in a moment of my desperation, but it wasn't entirely willing, unfrotunately. They helped me heal, though, and provided me with food when I needed it.
The few days before my death are extremely vivid in my mind for me. I was lounging in the sunshine, happy to still have the life to feel the sun on my belly, when the lead male came over to me and rudely shoved me with his paw, bringing me out of my little bubble of happiness. I opened my eyes and turned over onto my side to look at him, "What is it, Lord Xerxes?" I asked him, flicking my tail up a little bit. I was a full grown female, beautiful, with no scars covering my pelt at the time. Xerxes, however, was large, covered in battle scars, and had patches of mane missing form his days fighting.
"What are you doing?" the ugly brute grumbled towards me. The tip of my tail flicked and I bowed my head a little bit, looking up at him with my glowing eyes, "I'm simply doing a bit of lounging, m'lord. My duties are done for the day." The answer visibly displeased him, which was unfortunate. Xerxes was not a lion that everyone liked when he was unhappy. He turned, angry, and walked away. Whatever reason he was mad for I never was able to figure out. He had recently taken his Queen, Vashti, so why should he be so grumpy?
A couple of days later, I was out doing my daily chores, when one of the males approached me. I don't remember his name, but he was a bit of a sweet heart, if one of these brutish band of males could be considered one, came over to me. "Hey Scales," he said to me. "Scales" wasn't my name but I had never given them my real one, so they called me that because of the iridescent patches on my back. "Xerxes has a new chore for you today. Follow me." I nodded, keeping myself silent. What did that ugly King want now?
He brought me to Xerxes, who was in his own personal den, even. How odd, that he was bringing me here just to give me a new job to do. I didn't think much of it though. I bowed my head in Xerxes' presence, and asked, "What is it you need of me m'lord?" The Rogue King shook his mane and stood, dismissing the other who had brought me here. The male left swiftly, though I did catch him give a glance back, looking rather sad, as if he had done something wrong.
The large rogue came over to where I was standing and walked a few circles around me. He let out a low grumble in his chest, and my eyes were watching him the whole time. "Scales.... I know that's not your real name. That doesn't matter though." He gave a pause and circled me one more time, putting a paw on my back, flicking his tail, "Its time that you were introduced to your newest duty as a member of my pride. I need more cubs."
With a gentle sigh, I raised my own paw and swatted his off of me, looking to him with a glare, "No." Xerxes reared back with a growl, taken aback at my blatant refusal.
"I am your King! It's your duty as a lioness of my Pride to provide me with cubs!" He was angry, visibly so, with his hackles raised, and letting out a low growl. "You DARE to refuse me?!"
"I do dare, " I stated with a small nod, "I have no use for cubs. I would just abandon them anyways in the end, so why go through all the effort? Besides, don't you have Vashti now? Surely your Queen can provide you with some." My response seemed to enrage Xerxes even more. I was starting to fear for myself a little. I had stepped my paws over a boundary, I knew that well enough, but just how far would Xerxes take his rage?
The big male came towards me, "You WILL do as I say!" he insisted, putting his paw on my back again.
In an instant, I whipped around and blinded him with a flash of my light and used the rock under my feet to shove him back, "I will NOT!" I shouted, lips pulled back into a snarl as I lowered my head and faced him, hackles raised. I was angry now, and I was not going down without a fight. It was time for Xerxes to check his privilege.
Without warning, I was quickly swarmed by two males from up above, shoving me to the ground and holding me down as I squirmed. Once Xerxes could see again, he ambled over to the trio of us, looking down at me with malice and unbridled anger. No one had ever said no to him before, let alone dared to fight back against him. I snapped my jaws at him, only to be smacked in the face by one of his lackeys.
"You will regret saying no to your King." Xerxes said darkly, before lunging forward in a fit of rage, locking his fangs around my throat. I screamed out a roar as he pulled back, tearing out my throat. The pain was horrible. I remember the guards dropping me to the ground and walking away. I watched Xerxes as he stood there, my blood dripping from his maw. He said no more words to me, just stared for the longest time.
As he turned to walk away, the last thing I remember was looking down to see my blood pooling in front of me, and the pain fading as my vision slowly faded to blackness. That' when the cold darkness began.
The Day I Was Born
Cold. Darkness. The only two things I could comprehend ever feeling before. In my own mind, even though I cannot recall it properly, I knew I was not yet alive. Had not yet been brought into the world. However I had not expected the memories to feel so detached from me. I could feel myself trying to call out, crying for the mother I didn't know never existed, for the love and protection of a father that never sired me. At the time, I had no knowledge of the pitiful depths of my existence.
Then, in a moment, there was a blinding flash of light, bringing about a sensation I had never known before; Pain. It coursed through me in throbbing, sharp waves, like the waves of churning water. Even then, I still could not cry out. All I could do was jerk myself, and then, my eyes opened, my body gasped for air. I could feel my heart beating like crazy, my breath drawing in jarring, short gasps. The world was still dark, but the longer I was able to look around, the less dark it got. I began to see hints of color, though things were still blurry.
I began to shiver, feeling my pelt sodden and sticking to me, thunder striking in the air above me, and the force of the wind was strong enough it almost knocked me back down as I got to my paws. I flicked my tail for balance, and finally stood on shaking legs. My breathing was starting to even out, and as I looked around myself, I could see lions on the other end of the lake shore, calling out and rushing to other cubs, to help them. Who were these lions? I had a faint memory of the cubs, but there were no memories there strong enough to make me remember them wholly.
Without warning, lightning struck the lake shore behind me. It was loud enough, that even though I opened my mouth to scream in shock and fear, I was unable to discern if any noise actually escaped. My paws took off running, through no real desire of my own. Was this what terror truly felt like? My heart pounding, pulse racing, and feeling, the need, the desire, to flee, to hide? I was feeling so many new things all at once, my mind and body were both on overload. Looking back at the Lake as I ran, I wondered what was really happening and what was false.
I ran into something while I wasn't looking. Something that was both hard, and warm at the same time. After tumbling into whatever it was, I looked up, vision clear, seeing all colors as how they were meant to be seen, to find out what I had ran into.... was a lion. He had long, golden horns, a black mane that was short, and fell slightly into his bright green eyes. His back wore a black blanket with golden markings, that turned into green, and then white. When my eyes met his, a calm seemed to come over me. I was no longer scared, and I no longer felt confused.
"You're alright, little one,"
His voice was like silk, and it caressed my mind in an oddly warm kind of way. I managed a small nod, and he placed his free paw over my back as he leaned down a little, sniffing at me. He let out a soft purr, and leaned down more, grabbing the back of my neck and lifting me into the air. I went limp, as if I was a little cub being picked up by my mother, and he began to carry me deeper into the forest, away from the shrill wind and chaos of the Lake. After awhile, he took me to a small nest of his, and curled up with me, licking my fur backwards to speed up the drying process of my still damp fur. I tried to open my mouth and thank him, to ask what was going on, to say anything, really, only to be met with my own silence.
Even though I never said a word, this lion always seemed to be knowing what I was thinking, and he would try to answer them as best as possible for me. We settled down for bed once I was dry, and I felt his voice gently stroke across my ears, " You're safe little one. I'll take care of you now. I am Loke." , and as we fell asleep, me warm in the comfort of his strong paws, I once again fell into blackness. This time though, it was not cold.
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