Name: Fiota (Fire in Greek)
Age : 132
Gender: Female
Personality::
With Other Sabers: She has a fiery personality. Meaning she can easily be angered and she has a lot of energy. She can be soft and kind in situations that its appropriate, otherwise, she just seems grumpy over the smallest things. Her physical posture is always hostile, and she is known for her skills in killing Warrior Gryphons. She likes to heat things up, her arguments always being fiery(Quite literally)
Element: Fire
Rank:Loner
Armor Type: Gold Fabric and Black Bone armor
Attacks:
Fire/Lava Ball: Smoke begins wafting up from Fiota's paws as flames slowly begin to erupt from nowhere. Soon there is a blazing fire, hot enough the the grass around Fiota's paws beings to burst into flames. The air becomes thick from heat before finally Fiota slashes her paw, a blazing ball of fire flying at her opponent and engulfing them and the area around them in an agonizing ball of flames and Lava
Fire Breath: Smoke billows from the sides of Fiota's mouth, the plumes growing more black every second. Soon flames begin to follow, sparks dancing dangerously around Fiota's muzzle before finally she opens her maw and flame bursts free from the confines of her mouth and engulfs the opponent in a agonizing geyser of red flames
Fire Claws: Fiota's normally black claws begin to glow, slowly seeming to crack into tiny streams of pulsating lava. Soon all her claws are blazing hot, heat radiating from each and every claw catching the nearby small vegetation on fire. Fiota lunges sinking the claws in, the smell of hurt flesh flowing into the air. Removing her claws from the burning flesh, all that remains is a cauterized hole where he claws used to be, the pain almost unbearable.
Abilities:
Fire Resistance/immunity: Fiota possesses the rare ability of immunity to fire, but this only applies to her own. When others use fire on her, she has a resistance, meaning unlike most she can bear the heat unless its on the Volcano scale in heat.
Special Ability: Burning Ring of Fire: A snarl emits in the air, followed by the angered roar of Fiota. Her eyes begin glowing with a flame hot enough to melt some of the best metals. The air around her and her opponent becomes searing hot, nipping at the flesh and beginning to burn. Soon the vegetation burst into flames, and then water begins to evaporate. The ground begins split surrounding Fiota and her target in a blazing hot white flame, the fire licking at both their pelts. The flames rise higher and higher until they cant rise anymore. Fiota lets out one last angry snarl before lunging at her opponent, her own body appearing to be made of flames itself. Within minutes its over, her target laying in EXTREME pain on the ground, if not dead. The flames remain there, burning whatever they can as Fiota just walks away, stumbling over her own paws in exhaustion.
Story:(Sorry for First Person, allows me to get into character better)
Newborn:
- A white sabertooth lay on her side breathing heavily as the birds sing their songs. The blazing hot sun beating down on her delicate pet as she heaves one last time and a small dark red bundle falls to the ground. Leaning over she begins giving the small kit some strong, loving licks to clean the cub up. A small mewl of complaints escape the cubs maw at each and every lick as it slowly makes it way over to its mother to feed. Her tiny paws beat at her mothers stomach with strength, though soon the kit lets out mewls of complaints once more. The summer had been harsh this year, and still was. So the mother Saber had little to no milk to provide the cub. But yet she endures the blazing heat to let the cub feed. Soon moving the cub to shelter, she resumes cleaning of the cubs pelt.
"My beautiful baby, your so dirty, what would father say if he saw you like this?" The female smiled as the cub only complained more at the cleaning. Soon, the cub now clean, and the mother fed after hunting once the had been satisfied with her meal of milk, Finally deciding "Fiota, I shall name you Fiota, after the flaming sun you were born under. My little warming fire"
Cub not long after introduction to the pride(Read up on Lion society to understand):
- Fiota ran strong, her paws fast and swift as she chased another cub snapping her long teeth at his tail. This unfortunate male cub bad pounced on Fiota a little to hard and now was finding itself running for its life.
"GET BACK HERE YOU WIMP! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!" Fiota yelled, snapping her fangs again behind the sabers small tail. She was just about to snap her sharp fangs onto the young sabers heel when a large paw stepped right in front of her and she went slamming head first into the sudden blockade. Her paws went forward, but her head remained where it was, she soon found herself on her back staring up at the muzzle of her father, his green eyes blazing with anger.
"How many times Fiota do we have to tell you not to try and kill the other cubs, they are your friends, not your enemy...." His voice was concerned and caring, but it was obvious he was disappointed. Fiota let out a grumble slowly moving herself so she could stand once more.
"Then maybe they should learn not to bother me..." She retorted, rubbing her now sore head. Her father could only sigh and go over to the cub to comfort him. Fiota let out a disgruntled breath of air before walking back to her mother, who was tending another cub who had lost its parents.
"Mom when can I leave? I'm getting tired of being bossed around...why couldn't we just stay in the brush like we had been for the last two weeks?" She tilted her head after asking the question, her small paw raised as if to emphasize it. Her Mother let out a sigh saying
"All cubs must live in a pride before moving on Fiota, You should get used to it, as father would say one is weaker then many, we are always stronger in numbers." Returning to the small cub she gave it some rough licks before layer her head down to rest.
Fiota sighed, setting her small paw down as she drug them slowly over to her moms side. Looking out into the distance she thought to herself "Eventually vast lands in which I do not know, I will walk you, and I will conquer you. It will be all mine, and I will be alone, finally, after these painful few days I need the freedom" She smiled setting her head on her small paws before finally drifting to a sleep, her mom scooting her closer to keep her warm.
- "Keep your head low, and her haunches bunched, the deer will slowly get closer to you. You have to be patient, or starve" Said a young huntress. Fiota was on her first hunt, her paws itching with excitement as she could finally hunt, and maybe even catch something for the pride. It was hard to believe this was the small cub who had wanted so badly to leave the pride and become a wander, a loner. Keeping her head low, she slowly moved towards an unsuspecting deer; who was munching on some nearby grass. Fiota was so excited she accidentally kicked over a small rock sending the deer into a panic, bolting towards the thick forests of the Jungle. Out of frustration Fiota lunged, chasing the deer, ignoring the warning calls of the lioness.
Bursting though the forests edge she kept her pursuit, her paws pounding the ground heavily. She wanted this deer so bad she didn't notice just how deep she had ventured into the forest. Eventually the deer outran her, her muscles screaming for her to stop, and her breathing strained. Slowing down to a walk she had catch her breath. It was now that she realized she had gotten herself lost. Looking around she looked for any signs of another saber.
"Hello?" She asked questioningly to the air, hoping maybe someone would answer her. She was scared, the trees of the forest seeming to close in on her. Stopping, she began to shake in fright. All she could hear now was the sound of the birds calls, and even those sounded unfamiliar to her. She began trying to figure out where she was by the amount of time she had run, the amount of times her paws had hit the ground. Though she tried and tried, she couldn't figure it out. The only option she had left now as to try and follow her path back, but she would need to find somewhere to rest for the night before returning. Raising back to her paws she listened, her blazing red eyes now closed listening to the sounds of the forest. Maybe the birds, or the trees would say something, tell her where to go. Nope, nothing, so, she just walked.
Eventually she reached a small clearing, there being a small cave on the far side. Though she felt something was off about the area. Pulling back into the undergrowth she crouched down and watched silently. Soon she noticed another saber, but not someone she knew. The saber before Fiota was a female, her muscles rippled with strength and an unseen power. The lioness smiled walking up to a small plant reaching for the light. She began speaking, her voice like a choir singing.
"hello there little one, reaching for the light are we, here, let me give you a boost" At that, the plan burst into life, its leaves growing big, its stem tall, and its flowers large. It was amazing, this saber, had some sort of power! Magic! Fiota's pride had never spoken of any saber able to control the elements. Fiota was so enthusiastic about this saber's powers, she had forgotten she was supposed to be hidden. The lioness head shot up and stared directly at Fiota before suddenly her eyes grew angry and she began to run up to Fiota.
Being scared of this female, Fiota ran, her paws carrying her over the forests floor in bounds. She had to get away, she had to run. She felt that if she stopped, the saber wound eat her alive. She closer her eyes and kept on going, it wasn't until to late that she realized that she was running for a small cliff. Stumbling over its edge she hit the ground with a thud and passed out.
When she woke, her fur was damp, and she was shivering. It was dark, the birds songs had stopped, all that remained now was the sounds of the night. Right next to her head a frog croaked and caused Fiota to jump sky high, her heart racing a million miles per hour. It took her a few seconds to realize it had been a frog and she angrily attacked the poor creature. It stood no chance, her claw sinking in deep, the frog dead within seconds. Satisfied with her kill she began looking around. She sniffed the air hoping that there was something she could follow to get home. It was then that she smelled the sweet grass of the Savannah. She jumped with joy following the scent before finally she came out of the forest. Off in the distance, lay a pride, and there stood her mother, staring back at the forest eagerly awaiting her return. Fiota was so glad she charged forward and almost tackled her mother, waking all the other sabers. They all greeted her with joy before asking her what had happened. It was then Fiota told of the Saber of the forest, and her magical abilities to control the plants. She had no idea at this time that there were more sabers like this, and she herself was one.
Adult:
- The blazing heat of the sun blared down onto the frail landscape of Tattunave(Yay for naming the lands!). Under the massive arms of an alder tree a pride sits, sleeping the day away. No saber would be crazy enough to hunt in this type of weather. Well almost all, Fiota stood out under the blazing sun soaking up its burning rays. O how she enjoyed its warm rays of life..and sometimes death beating down on her red pelt. She smiled, her eyes closed as she sat with her chest facing the sun. Her father, like almost all other sabers sat in the shade. Raising his head he sighed saying "Fiota if your enjoying the sun so much, why don't you go hunt, we could use the meal..and it would save us a hunt later tonight" He let out a yawn before setting his head back down on the saber he was laying by. Fiota looked at her father as he spoke and then gave a brisk nod before stretching and standing. She could use a good run, and hunting would provide just that.
Shaking dust from her fur she began to be on her way, her paws covering ground fast despite her small size. She came to the side of a lake, lapping up the earths nectar of life...also known as water. As she drank she noticed out of the corner of her eyes a deer doing the same. It obviously hadn't noticed her, its tail flicking nonchalantly. Crouching down Fiota made her way around the lake, making sure to keep out of the water. She also avoided the brush, so not to make any sound as she moved in for the kill. Suddenly the deers head shot up from the water, its tail in the air alert. Something had startled it and it bolted heading for the darkness of the forest. Fiota raised from her crouch cursing to herself. Giving herself a shake she sighed and moved on her way, searching once more for a meal for her pride.
She had been wandering for awhile, following the tracks of a deer that appeared injured. An injured deer should be an easy kill right. She couldn't help feel an amount of excitement as she neared the helpless animal. Its leg was bleeding, and it had laid down to rest. Fiota gave a leap and landed square on its shoulders, her fangs sinking deep into its frail flesh. It struggled for a bit, letting out a bleat of alarm before finally fading into death. Fiota paied her respects to the animal for providing the pride with a meal before lifting the deer onto her back and heading back towards the pride.
On her way she felt as though something was following her. She kept looking over her shoulder's to see nothing. Untill finally she was looking back and slammed into something furry. Coming to a halt she looked up at a massive black saver with the most malicious grin on his face. Fiota back up spouting out how she was sorry and should have been paying attention. But it was soon obvious to her that this saber had no mind the fact that she had bummed into him. In fact, it was obvious now that he was closing the gap with a malicious intent. So being young and untrained in the ways of fighting, Fiota turned tail and ran. Though whenever she looked over her shoulder, this male was still following her. She ran for what felt like hours, before ending up in a canyon that came to its end. She stared up at its massive sides before turning to get out, only to find the saber blocking her path.
Growling Fiota said "you better leave me alone, My father will tear you a new one!" The male got this look of sarcasm on his face as he said "father? I see no other males here but me. And now, you shall be mine" He smiled again, his teeth sharp and ready to take his prize. Fiota backed up, this feeling of fire running though her veins. Her heart pounded harder and harder until she felt her tail touch the rocks behind her. She had no where to go, so she would have to fight. Planting her paws she growled, but the male only laughed continuing on his path towards domination. Near Fiota, some plants started bursting into flames, soon the entire area was hotter then normal. Fiota growled again as the male finally stopped. Fiota was pissed, how could this male think that she was his. He needed to learn, he had to pay for this mistake. Fiota let out another roar as the ground began splitting around both her and him, flames leaping from the depths of the darkness. Fire danced across Fiota's paws, and her eyes began to glow. Soon enough the entire area around then seemed to be on fire, the plants sizzling under the massive amount of heat produced by the flames. Slowly they went from orange, to yellow, to a dazzling shade of white, the rocks beginning to glow from the sheer heat. Fiota took a step forward. She had no idea what was happening, but it felt so natural. The flames extended up her body until her entire body was engulfed in flame as she leaped forward. The male screamed out in pain as the flames latched onto his fur and ate away at it, a plume of smoke rising into the air. The smell of burnt flesh permeating her nostrils. Fiota could only smile as she saw this male squirm in pain and burn to death. He was getting what he deserved. Eventually the flames died out, the rocks scorched black from the flames and Fiota standing over the remnants of what used to be a saber. Dragging her paws, Fiota began to head home, she just had to tell everyone what had happened.
When she reached the pride, she was greeted not by loving family members, but by growls of anger and hatred. She was confused, she took a step forward saying "Guys its me, Fiota!" Her actions caused those who had a short fuse to spring on her, slashing into her pelt. Fiota let out a scream of pain before again fire danced from her pelt and forced her attackers back. Getting back to her paws she backed up, realizing slowly that they did not want her around. She started to get angry again, just because she had the ability to use fire didn't make her any different..did it? She scrunched up her nose in a snaral before launching herself at the pride, tearing them all apart. She couldn't stop herself, all she could feel was a sense of rejection. This angered her even more, the fire burning hotter until it consumed the tree entirely. Fiota, after the flames had died completely out lay at the trees base, her pelt pulsing with fire where her black stripes had once been. She clung to the skull of a saber, she felt so alone suddenly. She had lost everything in less then one day, everything was gone. Her pride, her emotions, her whole life was different now. Though she had to put it behind her and move on, this was her life now..a loaner...just like she had always wanted...who knew she would be the one to cause it all. Sighing she stood to her paws and went on her way. Maybe one day she would find a pride again, one like her, with powers, but for now all she wanted was to be alone.
