I just had to re-do this story for this girl! It really fits her!
I would like to adopt!
Number: 24
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Name: Coralli
Nicknames: Raven, as she is as elusive and silent as a Raven.
Coral Snake, her markings match, and as people don’t know what she is, only that she kills with poison, she has become Coral Snake.
Species: City Casmera smili
Personality: Coralli is ruthless and cold, but friendly if you know her well.
Because of her job, she’s suspicious, and has a very hot temper.
She often feels guilty about the death of her parents, but gets on better with Fahiri than she ever did with her parents.
Guilty
Coralli often feels very guilty about the death of her parents, believing it to be her fault, as she didn’t show herself sooner.
She often wishes that they’d never quarreled.
Ruthless
Coralli has to be ruthless, it’s her job.
As a professional assassin, she spent most of her time trying to not think about her work, but then realized it was easier to be completely merciless than to block that sort of thing out.
Cold
If she doesn’t know someone, she doesn’t want to know them.
She will scorn all advances and thinks nothing of killing people who get in her way. So my advice is, don’t.
Friendly if you know her well.
The few friends she’s known for a long time, such as Kaice and Nova Senovi, she gets on well with, but anyone else just irritates her if they try to be friendly. Maybe it’s because she knew Kaice and Nova Senovi before she became an assassin.
Suspicious
Think about it her way.
You’re an assassin, and you drop your phone or something.
A complete stranger picks it up and hands it to you.
You’re going to be suspicious; did they put a tracking device on it? Did they delete your contacts? Did they read your Memos?
Basically, if you aren’t suspicious, you’re dead, so she has good reason.
Hot tempered
Coralli is possibly the most hot-tempered Smili in Sirena, she blows her fuse at the slightest annoyance, often with deadly results for the annoyer. She can’t stand puffed-up proud Smilis, and even this is enough to make her go mental.
Likes:
Her job
Even though she didn’t like it at first, Coralli has found that she has a real calling for killing, and is often off on missions, something the local Smilis find suspicious.
Violence
There’s something Coralli finds satisfying about violence, maybe it’s just the fact she’s a bit of a Psycho, or maybe it’s because of her love for revenge. Whatever’s the reason, it’s safe to say that Raven LOVES to kill in the most violent way possible.
Revenge
Coralli holds big-time grudges, the biggest towards Fatisha, the Smili who killed her parents. She is a great believer in the saying ‘Revenge is a Dish best served cold,’ and greatly enjoys inflicting this revenge.
Some other things
Coralli is also a great lover of snakes, birds, fire, the shadows, training, and Fahiri.
She really likes thunderstorms.
Dislikes: Humans
Ever since her first mission she has hated humans, for both what one tried to do to her, and the fact they burnt her ancestral home down.
A few of her missions have involved killing humans, and apart from killing Fatisha, Raven prefers to kill humans.
Most other City Smilis
None of the city Smilis know that Coralli is really Raven, the most feared assassin in existence, so they all bully her.
It doesn’t bother Coralli, maybe one day, one of those bullies will be her prey, and then they’ll be sorry.
True Smilis [forest]
Even though she is descended from the forest Smilis, Coralli hates them because of their anger at the death of Fatisha, even though they all knew that she was a twisted, evil, murderess. It was stupid really, know they have the most feared assassin in existence after them!
Some petty Dislikes
Coralli really hates ice, snow, rain and hail, and lots of other bad weather phenomenoms.
Background:
My name is Coralli and I am not a true Smili.
I was bred to kill, and kill is what I do.
In fact, I’d prefer it if you called me Raven-It is my professional name after all.
Or maybe Coral Snake, it does fit.
But perhaps I should explain, before I totally confuse you.
It all started on a chilly November morning, in a city known by the locals as Sirena.
My parents and a few other Smilis had fled our forest home when it was burned down by the humans, and come to the city.
I was born in Sirena, and was the typical colour of all the city-dwelling Smili-Black, but, unlike them, I had the markings, and poison, of a coral snake.
One night, when I was 9, I was in my usual spot, a dark alley by the side of a nightclub, scavenging for food, when my parents and a tan Smili with a black mask ran down the alley towards me. “Coral!” My mother called, “There’s someone I’d like you to meet!”
I looked at the big tan Smili and shivered, she scared me.
“Mama? Why’s she here?” I whimpered.
My father stepped towards me.
“Now listen, Coral, this women is going to give you a job, so be nice!” He smiled.
I laid my ears flat on my back and bared my short fangs, I didn’t like the stranger, at all.
My mother gave me a disapproving glare. “Coral!”
“Don’t call me that!” I muttered under my breath.
All this time, the Tan smili had just stood there watching us, but finally she spoke.
“Hi Coral, I’m Fahiri!” they said, with a big confident grin.
It was my turn to glare at someone now, and I glared at Fahiri. “My name is Coralli.” I said stiffly, “Not Coral.”
Fahiri stumbled backwards, and her big smile seemed to falter. “Oh. Hello then, Coralli.”
My father very quickly broke into the conversation.
“Don’t take any notice of Coral!” He laughed nervously, “She’s just being silly!”
By this time I was very confused as to why everyone was scared of this small Smili.
I looked at Fahiri curiously this time, but I couldn’t see any reasons to be afraid.
My mother saved me the trouble of asking.
“Coral, Fahiri here has come to train you to be a…an assassin.” She whispered.
“An ASSASSIN?!” I screamed. “NO, NEVER!”
My father licked his lips anxiously.
“Maybe you need some time to think… Fahiri, come back later, ok?”
I growled at Fahiri. “No, scrap that, I’ll come get you if I change my mind.”
Anger flashed across Fahiri’s face, followed by incredulity. “You’re saying no?”
“Yes, I’m saying no.” I snarled, and ran off.
I hid in a dustbin for hours, and often heard my parents coming past and calling my name, but I felt hurt and betrayed, so I refused to answer.
The fifth time they came past, I heard a snarl as well.
“Whatever you are looking for, you shall not search on my territory.” The menacing voice said.
My father spoke next. “A forest Smili! Excuse us; we are looking for our daughter, Coralli. Have you seen a black, red and white Smili go past?” He smiled nervously.
“As I said, you shall not search on MY territory.” The voice snarled again.
“I’m terribly sorry,” My mother said, “But we shan’t go home without her.”
The voice chuckled. “Then consider the fact that you may not go home, with her.”
My father seemed to catch on to the true meaning of the voice’s words, but my mother didn’t.
“What do you mean? Is that a threat, forest?” She growled.
My father made a muffled yelping noise. “Shici! Let’s go, Shici!”
The voice merely laughed. “Yes, it is a threat!”
There was a chilling scream, then silence.
I poked my head out of the dustbin.
A few metres away, the forest Smili was sniffing around.
“Here little one, come on cub, I know you’re here!” It growled, then seemed to find my scent. “Ah, in the dustbin are you?”
Not pausing to think, I shot out of the dustbin, claws scrabbling on the smooth metal sides, and sped for home. But not before I’d seen the blood running down the, beige and white, forest Smili’s fangs.
Fresh Blood.
Running down the side streets that led to my home, I wondered where I could go.
Then it hit me, my parents were dead.
I sat down abruptly and shrieked a peculiar song of grief to the moon, then slumped to the floor, exhausted.
That was how Fahiri found me the next morning.
“Coralli?” A voice called. “Coralli, is that you?”
I wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t move.
“Coralli, wake up!” The voice called again.
I slowly opened my eyes to find Fahiri staring at me, her concern reflecting in her eyes.
“Fahiri…” I whispered, tears running down my face. “My mother and father… they’re dead!”
Fahiri jerked backwards in shock. “Shici and Radei? They can’t be!”
I slowly sat up, and looked hard at Fahiri. “They are, and it’s all my fault.”
Fahiri didn’t seem to hear this; she was pacing around the alley, eyes gleaming with anger. “Who did it?” She asked, “Who was it?”
I shook my head to try and clear it. “A forest Smili, beige and white, female.”
Fahiri hissed. “Fatisha.” She hissed.
“You know her?” I asked, confused.
“She’s my sister.” Fahiri answered.
I jumped backwards, but Fahiri only smiled sadly. “Does this mean you’ll accept my job offer?” She asked, eyes glimmering with hope.
I thought about it, it didn’t seem as bad anymore.
“Yes.” I finally answered. “I will become an assassin.”
For many suns I trained, pushing myself to my limits again and again in my battle for complete physical fitness. Every day Fahiri and I would spar, claws and teeth the only weapons. I always lost.
One day, when Fahiri and I were sparring, I found myself able to easily overpower her and throw her to the floor.
Fahiri looked up, wide eyed.
I braced myself for a telling-off, but it never came.
“Coralli, that was amazing.” Fahiri said, with wonder in her voice. “I have no more to teach you.”
I grinned in delight. “I’m trained?” I laughed.
Fahiri smiled back. “One more thing, you need a-hey where’ve you gone?”
I dropped silently out of the shadows, still grinning.
“Forget that.” Fahiri laughed. “You’re Raven!”
What do you mean?” I questioned, frowning.
“Well, you need a professional name, and yours is Raven.” Fahiri explained.
Raven... I thought. It sounded good. I nodded to Fahiri. “I’m Raven.”
Fahiri smiled again. "Yes Raven, you are. Now I've got a mission for you."
I enjoyed my new job.
It was thrilling to drop silently through windows, kill quickly and quietly, and escape again.
In fact, I enjoyed it so much; I began to think I was born to kill, bred to kill.
No longer was I Coralli Shici, the young orphaned City Smili, now I was Raven, the most feared assassin in Sirena.
And I loved this.
Each time I got back to Fahiri’s house, well, box, I’d clean myself off and report back to Fahiri, who was always intrigued about how I got on.
One particular day was very eventful.
I’d just got back from my first human assassination, and my white-grey mane was dyed black so I could hide better, when a grey Smili came to the door.
"is this the home of Miss Coralli Shici and Ms Fahiri Faji?" He asked.
I shrugged and smiled. "If you're looking for Fahiri Faji, then you've found her, but I don’t know any Corallis."
The grey Smili snarled. "Will you please get Coralli Shici and Fahiri Faji to come with me."
“O-k…” I said, running upstairs.
At the top of the stairs, Fahiri was standing, looking down at the Smili in the doorway.
“Who’s he?” She whispered
I shrugged again. "Some weirdo looking for you and someone called Coralli Shici." I whispered back.
Fahiri looked worried. “Raven, you are Coralli Shici.”
I frowned. “Am I?”
“Yes!” Fahiri hissed. “Raven’s your professional name!”
“Ah.” My head suddenly cleared and I realised I was. “So, what should we do?”
Now Fahiri shrugged. “Go with him I suppose…”
I brushed the dye out of my mane and we walked down the stairs, towards the Smili.
“Yes?” Fahiri asked.
“Miss Coralli Shici and Ms Fahiri Faji?” He asked again.
“Miss Fahiri Faji, but yes.” Fahiri said, slowly. “Why do you care?”
The Smili grinned in a menacing way. “You’re under arrest, on a charge of murder.”
Fahiri reacted with amazing speed, striking the Smili right in his face and grabbing my paw. “Go Coralli, run!”
We sped out of the house and leapt into the shadows.
Fahiri looked horrified. “Raven, where can we go?”
I didn’t answer, I didn’t know.
Just then, a snarl came from just outside our hiding place.
“Coralli, Miss Faji, out here, now!” Purred the familiar voice.
Fahiri went very still, as did I.
We both knew that voice.
It was Fatisha.
She'd come for us at last.
"Come on Sis!" Fatisha smiled. "Long time no SEE!"
As soon as she said see, she grabbed Fahiri out from our hiding place and threw her to the floor.
"Get away from me, murderer!" Hissed Fahiri.
Fatisha pretended to look hurt, a sickening sight. "That's not very nice, sissy!"
"Neither are you." Retaliated Fahiri.
I felt like cheering, this was such a good comeback.
Fatisha grinned and began pacing.
"You've been very naughty now, haven't you, Faji? Training another Nighthunter without me?"
Fahiri kept her face blank. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Fatisha hissed and all her fur stood on end. "There's no use pretending, Miss Faji, I know you have!"
"Then why did you ask me?" Fahiri yawned.
"Because I wanted to see if I had to do this the easy way, or the hard way." Purred Fatisha
I froze, terrified for my friend.
Fatisha padded over to my hiding place. "Now, now, Miss Shici, come on out."
Fahiri cried out. "Coralli, run!"
I slowly stood up, mane bristling.
"Good girl Miss Shici, now come out here." Fatisha smiled.
I stayed put. "My name is Raven."
A menacing edge crept into Fatisha's voice. "Now look here, Raven, you may be good in Miss Faji's eyes, but you are nothing compared to me."
This really angered me, and I could feel all my carefully hidden frustration and anger slowly building.
"Oh, really?" I hissed. "See, I don't particularly think you're good."
Fatisha hissed back, "You'll pay, cub!"
She sprang at me, claws outstretched.
Nearly laughing, I skipped to one side and ran up the wall behind me.
"Curse you, cub!" Fatisha growled as she hit the wall. "Come down and fight me properly!"
"Ok." I nodded, and dropped onto Fatisha's back. "This proper enough?"
Fatisha roared in anger. "Get OFF me you... you... infant!"
While I struggled with Fatisha, I noticed Fahiri slinking away into the shadows, then turning.
No! I mouthed, This is MY fight, run!
Fahiri nodded and ran.
Meanwhile, Fatisha thought she had found a way to dislodge me.
Running at a wall at high speed, Fatisha aimed to turn at the last minute, and slam me into the wall.
"Oh no you don't!" I snarled, tensing my muscles.
Fatisha ran straight at the wall, and I waited.
Ten seconds... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One... NOW!
I leapt upwards, propelling myself with my back paws while still clinging onto Fatisha's fur with my claws.
The jump was well timed; it took me high, dragging Fatisha along with it.
As we began to plummet back down, I scrabbled at the wall with my front paws, and then found a handhold.
As I heaved myself up, gravity tried to make Fatisha fall, and slammed her into the wall.
I was aiming to pull her up as well, but the shock of my back legs hitting the wall caused me to let go.
I watched, powerless to help, as Fatisha fell towards the ground, lashing out at anything in range.
Just before she hit the ground, she looked up, and focused on me.
"Damn you, Raven, I'll get you!" She roared.
I smiled sweetly at her. "Somehow, I don't think you will."
Fatisha hit the ground with a sickening thunk and snap, but I wanted to make sure she was dead, so I climbed down.
I did look like she was dead, but since my training, I've noticed more, so it was easy to spot the rise and fall of her chest.
"Tough luck, Fatisha." I murmured, "Looks like you aren't the best after all."
I leant forward and sunk my fangs into her throat, tasting the blood as it flowed over my fangs. My poison worked within seconds, a deadly neurotoxin that went straight to the heart.
Now she was dead.
Running my tongue over my blood covered fangs; I smiled, then skipped off after Fahiri.
Raven had struck again…
Just as I left the alleyway, I heard a growl behind me.
I spun round, expecting, impossibly, to see Fatisha behind me; fangs bared, but couldn’t see anything but Fatisha’s limp form.
“Who is there?” I called, warily, “I warn you, I am deadly.”
A rumbling laugh echoed through the alley. “That you are, Coral Snake.”
I relaxed slightly, a male, not Fatisha’s ghost or a human or something.
“Show yourself!” I smirked, “You obviously know me.”
“That is true.” The male said, stepping out of the shadows, his grey fur looking like mist.
“I have been watching you, Coral Snake, you fascinate me; another Casmera in a place like Sirena, who would have guessed.” He grinned, shaking his head.
“If you had been watching me, which I suspect you have, you would know that I am City Casmera, not plain old Casmera.” I replied.
“Well, that’s a coincidence, not. I’m City Casmera too. The name’s Indiega.”
I looked closely at Indiega, he was very strong, and showed signs of knowing how to shadow-walk like I did. “Not just Casmera, huh? Nighthunter Casmera.”
Indiega looked slightly shocked, then smiled. “Indeed, Coral Snake.”
“The name’s Raven.” I said automatically, then checked myself,
“I’m sorry, my name is Coralli.”
“Coralli…” Indiega smiled, “Now I know all your names, I am Falcon, known by those who don’t know me, as Mist Falcon.”
I laughed. “Coralli and Indiega sounds ok, Falcon and Raven sounds great, but Coral Snake and Mist Falcon? Strange partnership!”
Falcon looked at me, happiness reflected in his eyes at my unspoken invitation for him to work with me. “The strangest.” He finally murmured.
~
The Strangest is the best, they say,
In perfect harmony,
In town, and village, hamlet and city,
The story rings out true.
Down a city street,
Dark as pitch,
Or cold night,
Mist and shadow work as one.
Unseen, unheard, till morning light,
When alarms are raised, and searchers track,
Too late, they have fled, to darkness dear,
Along a street of cobblestone.
No noise reflects their passing,
No person does sense their presence,
But still, they hunt, in the crisp night air,
The night personified.
Yet not Nyx, or Erebus,
Two small Birds,
Hunters of Night,
The Nighthunters do roam.
A Falcon and a Raven,
In eternal partnership,
It may sound strange,
But the falcon says:
“The Strangest is the best.”
One of Poison, One of Mist,
Could they be any different?
The answer to that,
The Raven says:
“The Strangest is the Best.”
Onyx does shiver at their footsteps,
It’s black heart touched by shadow,
Diamond does sing at their voices,
Roaring out in harmony.
Nyx has blest the shadowed Raven,
Erebus the Falcon swift,
Two of their kind, lost in a maze,
A strange story indeed.
Casmera call from their shadow-less burrows,
As the two do walk the city streets,
A song that haunts the heart,
And starts with one small line,
“The Strangest is the best.”
A picture you drew: viewtopic.php?f=30&t=160189
Ahh, the Fail tastic-ness of my drawings!
EDIT- IT'S ALWAYS ME! WHY DO I ALWAYS LIKE THE ONES REALLY INCREDIBLE PEOPLE ARE GOING FOR!? [/endcapsabuse] Sob.
