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Quote/Words: "Fate knows only cruelty."
Species: Wolf x Elk
Character's Pronouns: She/Hers
OOC name: Lazulel
Joined: 5-October 14
Last Seen: Feb 16 2015, 07:08 PM
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Jan 11 2015, 09:42 PM
((OOC: For liquid time's sake, this takes place at the beginning of spring, before she meets Ziva in the mountains, as this is how Ankita obtains her orb. I'll put a TL;DR at the bottom for those who want to skim.))
Ankita had arrived at the Caribou Straights, her choice of hunting ground for the prize that Razher had sent her for. She did not want to have to drag prey very far, so she ventured only a few miles outside of Elren's boundaries. Ankita still could not believe Razher let Sage off so easily with a truce. He had made himself seem like leader who would breed bloodshed if necessary to take what he wanted. So much for that. Now they had to play nice with another Clan. What a burden for Murdren.
She gave a great sigh, attempting to push any thought of Murdren and Elren out of her head. It was time to hunt, and she needed no disractions. A whisper caught her ear, causing it to flicker. Her eyes were drawn to a particular flower in the field, seemingly glowing violet. Drawn to it, Ankita approached, nose scenting in an attempt to determine what sort of flower it was. Out of the entire field, it appeared to be the only one that was yet closed. She nudged it with her snout, causing the little plant to waver. Suddenly, the flower bloomed, revaling a small, round gem. In the next second, the flower wilted, causing it to drop the gem onto the ground. The earth around it appeared to beging to rot. "What sort of artifact are you?" She inquired, frowning at the orb of purple.
As if in reply, it began glowing with a dull, sinister light. The wolf and elk hybrid swore she could hear a voice, and she dared edge closer. Would you like power...? Ankita narrowed her eyes, unbeliving that an inanimate object was speaking to her. She had heard that magic had come to the land, but she had yet to see any for herself. Now, she was witnessing it, and it was addressing her. "Who does not like power?" She countered, a quiet growl laced with her words. Be one with the dead... use them as your tools... your weapons... Ankita did not understand what the orb was trying to say. However, if this thing was offering her the use of its power, she was not going to pass it up. She neared once more, lowering to touch the item with her nose.
The orb burned ferociously, causing Ankita to halt. It floated and surged at her, embedding itself in her skull, just above her eyes. She gave a startled yowl and dug her claws into the earth as it seared itself to her flesh. A cold feeling ran through her despite the heat burning on her head. Somehow, the knowledge of necromancy inserted itself into her brain, and magic became hers to use. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred by tears which were forced out from the pain. Her breath was heavy, so she took a moment to collect herself. The pain lingered, the scent of burnt flesh littered the air. Ankita sat for a moment, trying to understand what had happened. There was no water nearby where she could take a glimpse at herself, but from the searing agony that had just occured, Ankita assumed the orb was now an ornament upon her head.
Composure somewhat regained, she travelled a little further in the Straight, knowing that her display and the cry she had given out had likely scared off potential prey. After some sneaking around, she found a doe who was brave enough to stick around. Let the magic guide you... Something whispered to her. She assumed that it was the orb, and searched within herself for the coldness she had felt during the time of agony. It was unusual, to reach inside herself for the cold and frozen as opposed to the fire she used to live. Her paws like frost, she ran towards the doe. Her prey took only a moment to look up before running. In that moment, Ankita touched the creature, and it froze and fell. Its eyes panicked, looking every direction, but she could not move. An evil grin slowly crept its way across Ankita's face. Her jaw slackened and snapped around their dinner's neck, and she waited. She felt its pulse wane, and dinner soon would be served. It is now yours to command... That sweet voice tickled her ear again. The cold surging through her, Ankita focused that energy into the corpse, and its eyes opened with a green glow that matched Ankita's. It rose and looked blankly at her, as if awaiting her words. Ankita turned to make her way back towards Murdren grounds, expecting the doe to follow her whim. Slightly surprised, that was exactly what happened.
Ankita arrived back in the Passage with her prizes. The doe smelled obviously dead, but she did not release her control on it quite yet. The orb was obvious upon her crown, and its works standing beside her. She wanted Razher to see what she had obtained. How he would take the information was up to him, but she expected some sort of surprise. Either way, she had completed his task as assigned, and she sat, pleased with herself.
((TL;DR version: Ankita got an orb which seared itself into her forehead, she killed a doe and made it walk back to Mudren. Proudly she sits waiting for whomever.))
Oct 5 2014, 08:45 AM
Wolf x ElkHeight:
500 lbsCoat Color:
Primarily black and brown.Eye Color:
An acidic lime greenItems
Ankita's necromancy orb has magically seared itself into her forehead.Markings:
Yay wolf makers, close as I could get her: AnkitaNatural Mutations:
Elk antlers, however they are broken and jagged. They measure usually about 6' from the base. They seem to attempt to grow back, but she continually destroys them.Other Mutations:
Glow (1pt) specifically, her eyes.Moral Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral (sometimes a bit evil)Personality:
Ankita, due to past events, is uncaring for all things. She's bored easily, quick to anger, and destroys what she feels like when she feels like. She has no real goal in mind other than to stay alive to spite her father and possibly even her mother. She's uninterested in upholding relationships with most other creatures except for the few she finds interesting. Her past is locked within a misty vault that dare not be opened.History:
Ankita was born, unhappily, to her mother when she was 5. The father, being a destructive, lust-crazed elk, did not stick around for the pregnancy or the birth. Disgusted with herself, Ankita's mother dealt away with all of them but her, as she was the most normal looking of the litter. As the wolfess grew, the signature horns of the elk sprouted to her mother's dismay, though Ankita knew nothing of her father's existence. She saw, one day, in the reflection of the water at what was causing the weight on her head, and mom finally had to spill the beans. Shocked by what she discovered, Ankita proposed the death of her father, to which her mother replied with an earnest "no". Angry that someone could do this to her mother, Ankita sniffed out his trail and followed his arbitrary path of chaos. Seeing that her mother's vigor to live was dying each day, she vowed to have this revenge for her mom.
One night she awoke to a gurgling whine, and stood tense in the forest. He was near, and her mother was not. Panic caused her heart to skip beats, She snuck up to the scene of her presumed father musing gleefully over her mother's corpse. Rage blinded her, and the next thing she knew her antlers were locked with his. Being more experience in combat than she, her father easily defeated her and worse. After the deed was done and his voice haunted her mind, she forcefully broke off the things that visibly connected her to him, and cried.
The next spring, a strange thing happened to her. Pain and anguish consumed her, and as everything subsided she understood. Little four legged creatures lay on the ground, still and unmoving. It was not that she had not looked forward to having children, but not like this. Something broke in her, and she decided, that if they would not have the will to live as her mother had, she would return them to the flesh that spawned them. Blood on her maw and her belly full, she set out for a purpose unknown to her.Family:
Mother (Wolf) x Father (Elk)
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