The Moon shone like a glimmering ruby...
...Turning the land below Red.
Or maybe it shone like a shimmering diamond...
...Dripping in the Blood of the Dead.Username: NARANDA
Partner: Lirrie
Female #: 12
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Name: Ishabba
Origin: Arabic
Meaning: Blood Red
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Lion of the Cosmos
Status: Single, Not Looking
Rank: Warrior turned Nomad
Element: Blood
Use: Weapon
Parents: Blood Moon
Sister: Karazi
Children: None
Other Family: Blood Moon Lions
Personality:
Ishabba is not trusting, and is very cautious about the pride and their young leader. She can't quite see how a cub can lead a whole pride, even though he had the help of the secondary leaders. She sees Ethereon as too young and childish to lead, while the secondary leaders seemed untrustworthy to her, they seemed as if they only wanted more and more power, at least that is what she saw in her eyes.
As a warrior, she was confined to her den, afraid, nervous, watching as others went by, and waiting for her sister to return to the den, her twin being the only one she was not worried or scared about. As a nomad, she was confined to the wilderness, but she felt more free, not having to worry about hurting anyone with her abilities. She'll visit the pride, but rarely, only when she is calm enough that her powers do not act up. Even then she tends to keep to herself, hiding her emotions deep inside and keeping her abilities away from prying eyes.
Her sister is the only one she trusts fully, so confident and strong, having faith in her powers, while Isha was afraid of her own abilities, spilling blood and causing death. Her sister is the only one who believes in her and encourages her throughout the trials she faces. Another tries to get close to her, believing her powers could help him rule, Hyperion, though his flattery has started to blind her to his ugly truth. She believes he truly cares, and is scared to get too close to him in fear that she will hurt him, but he slowly makes her more comfortable, hoping to snare her in his trap. She is blind to the truth, that he is the one who wants more and more power.
Abilities:
βΊ Can use her element of blood as a weapon
βΊ Can take blood out of the body, more easily out of the mouth and nose, though can have it break through the skin if she tried hard enough to do so. Can take some blood, or all of it, once out of the body, she can control it for other purposes and even make it into shapes or turn it into vapor.
βΊ Can speed the blood flow in a body, too high for the enemy to handle, killing them. She can not slow the blood flow and if she does not kill them their blood flow must return to normal on it's own. She can also switch the direction of the blood flow, also killing the enemy, this is harder to undo and harder for her to attempt, normally leaving her very weak and unable to use her abilities for a while.
βΊ Can create a large mass of blood, and when the conditions are just right this mass can envelope the enemy, either drowning them, or consuming them. Consuming takes up a lot more energy then drowning, making it more challenging for her to learn and set in motion.
βΊ Can make blood in the body concentrate around the eyes to cause blindness, or with more trouble, she can make it concentrate around the neck and throat, making breathing harder, or even suffocating the enemy.
Her Feelings Towards...
Normal Pride Members: She is fearful, not of them, but for them. She is afraid that she will kill someone with her unstable powers, having hurt a few in training. She especially remembers the young trainee who's blood she had taken out, her very first time using this ability. Not enough to kill him, but enough to take him off his feet for a few days. She is afraid that she will go further then that and accidentally kill someone.
Ethereal: She believes he is too young to rule an entire pride, that he is too weak to lead them against the darkness that is coming, and that she believes she has a part in due to her powers and birth. She does not trust him enough to follow him quite yet, maybe when he is older, but for now she would rather be a nomad.
Other Blood Moon Lions: She sees them as a distant family, related by the blood moon that brought them together and gave them life, but she is hesitant to go to them, unsure if they would accept her or reject her. She is also afraid of the new and dangerous abilities that they also possess. She is less afraid of hurting them though, thinking that they can stop her if her powers get out of hand.
Her Sister: She loves her sister very deeply, and would love to be able to protect her, but her fear and lack of confidence prevents her from doing so. She believes the only way she can protect her sister is to leave her and live alone in the wilderness. Her sister is the one she trusts the most and she feels that her sister is the only one there to encourage her and that nobody else cares about helping her, but helping themselves.
Hyperion: To her he is a savior and teacher, there to help her learn to control her powers. She views him as strict but caring, secluded but friendly. She looks up to him as a role model, well, the part of him that he has shown her. She is afraid to question him and get too attached to him though, more then just seeing him as a teacher. She is afraid that he will leave her or that he will die, whether it be by her paws, or something else. She does not want to have a broken heart over him. She does not see his true self.
The Blood Moon: Just the thought of the blood moon brings back the memories of the screaming, the blood, and the darkness that enveloped her like chains. She hates the blood moon and everything it stands for, and she hates being one of the Lions of the Cosmos considered it's children.
So thick and bright in the sky above...
...Creating new beings of Life and Death.
Including two Sisters, Twins to be exact...
...Bathed until they were Blood Moon Red.
Emerging From The Pillar:
Darkness was draped around me like a blanket, thick, but not warm. It was cold, seeping into my fur, making my skin shiver and my very being was chilled all the way to my soul. No matter how much I tried to pull away from the shadows that held me like chains, they pulled me down and wrapped me tighter in their unforgiving ways. I thought I saw a puff of breath before me, but who could see in the thick shadows that would have blinded every being is trapped. I closed my eyes, thought of other things, but no memories came to mind that were actually mine. The bright colour red like the blood I had been born of. Screams and yowls pierced my ears, but no voice was familiar or warm. The smell of metallic blood wafted through the air, stinging my nose, burning the scent into it for the rest of eternity. I felt warm tears run down my cheeks, freezing before they hit the floor. The sounds of tickling ice echoed throughout the space as the tear shattered, then everything fell silent once again. I closed my eyes, though it changed nothing and made me wonder if they were really closed, or if I was just thinking they were. I wished for memories of my own, I begged for memories of my own, then a face... much like mine... appeared in my vision. One word came with it, reminding me I was not alone... βSisterβ
Like the chains of darkness dragging me down, another force picked me up, a bright red light flashed around me and I was picked up from my empty prison, carried off. All I could see was red as the space around me seemed to spin, and just as it had come, it was gone, with a bright red flash. I had closed my eyes. Afraid of the dark pit I was in, afraid of the light that carried me away from it, but the ground beneath my feet felt different. I opened my eyes, slowly, cautiously. Smoke billowed up around me and I stepped forward, wondering if the smoke ended, entering the light of the world that belonged to others like us. Looking to my left, I saw my sister standing tall, strong, confident, looking at their new surroundings with eyes that showed no fear. My head was lowered, my eyes jumped from her to space before us, filled with lions of all shapes and sizes. So many eyes, all staring with fear, wonderment, and curiosity at the lions appearing from the billows of smoke. Too many eyes. I crept closer to my sister, watching the strange beings with fearful and untrusting eyes. To my right stood other lions like me and my sister, emerging from the billows of smoke, born from the blood and death of war. What the others were expecting of us was unclear to me and had me scared and confused. And so I stayed that way after the pillar delivered us and we were welcomes into our new lives, new lives that felt like they were prison cells of fear to me, just like my prison before.
Settling In To The Pride:
We settled into very different lives, her living the life of a healer with her ability to save lives, and I was put into the life of a warrior, being able to take lives with my powers. The screams and yowls that pierced my ears within my dark prison became louder as I was taught to fight, taught to kill, it seemed as if the blood of those from then were now on my own paws. I tried to cling to my sister, tried to keep her with me at all times, but her duties pulled her away, kept us apart from each other, leaving me feeling more and more alone and fearful. As the days past, the feeling worsened, quilt filled me, and I confined myself to my den, hiding from the others, waiting for my sister's return each night, and each night she came back smiling, her life going well within her new home, or so it seemed to my eyes. I was happy to see her at first, but her happy mood made me feel even worse, made the guilt worse. No matter what I did, my body relaxed around my sister when I did not want it to, I was calm around my sister when I wanted her to see my feelings, but the close connection we had at first was slowly fading. Fear gripped me at the though of my only friend and family leaving me alone in the dark hole I had dug for myself, but she did not seem to see this fear deep in my heart and soul. Every night I laid close to her, feeling safe, but eventually she did not come home one night, her duties as a healer keeping her out late. The chasm between us grew, and I saw it so clearly, but her happy life seemed to blind her to how I felt, I knew I could not stay anymore.
Settling into the pride was something I could not do, living in fear of the others, drifting away from my sister. I had nothing holding me there anymore, and so it was time for me to take my leave, leaving the unfamiliar pride and my old, but short, life behind. Aries knew of my leaving and said I could return when I felt comfortable, but I was sure that was never to be. My paws hit the ground as I wandered into the wilderness where I would create a new life for myself and meet a new ally who seemed understand what I was going through...
Life As A Nomad:
I turned to the life of a nomad, who would have thought I would be happy out here, but I was. Each step that took me further from the pride, made me feel more and more free, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I had always thought that I would hurt someone while I was with the pride, and I nearly did on a few occasions, but not enough to kill. I thought death would drive me out, but losing my sister more and more each day did the trick. Out in the wilderness I felt as thought I did not have to worry, I could wander and not kill anyone, my powers would not flare up due to my nervous energy caused by being around others. I felt to relaxed, and like invisible chains had fallen off, I was free...
I thought I was alone out there, but that was fine with me, being alone and free was better then being surrounded by others and trapped. I still looked back, my sister coming to mind, but I did not turn around completely. My life became better, and soon I hoped to teach myself to control my abilities, but that was not to be. No, I needed a mentor, and I indeed met him out in the wilderness, the place I thought very few went. I thought I felt eyes watching me after a while, but could not pinpoint the source, even though the land was so bare, he did not lay within sight, but soon I learned why. He landed before me, his wings spread out on either side of him, sending up a small puff of sand into the air. An evil smirk lay on his face and fear gripped my heart, making me freeze in place. I thought he was going to hurt me with that evil look on his face, his paws lifting into the air, but he just patted me on the head. "You seemed to have left the pride, did you not like it there?" he asked, studying me. I shook my head in reply, my mouth feeling as if it had been locked shut and the key was gone. He smiled again, looking me over one last time before he folded his wings to his sides. "Well then, I can train you, I can give you shelter, if you follow me." I believed that he just meant to follow him to wherever his shelter was, and so I agreed. I sold myself to him without knowing, and I did not know for most of my life.
Training was intense, but enjoyable for once. I was nervous around him at first, and he was rough as a teacher, but my abilities came under my control, and I could soon use them as I please, and not as they please. All my training was practiced on him, though I never got close to killing him. The smile I saw on our first meeting always appeared as I improved and got more powerful, while a scowl took it's place during my failures and mess-ups. I was becoming blind to the truth, I could not decipher his look of victory as he built me up as a soldier, without me ever knowing it until it was too late. I stayed in a nearby den, comfortable and safe, oblivious to the bones and bodies hidden deep within his cave. He was a killer who did not care, thought he acted as if her did, pulling me into a false send of security and snaring me deeper into his trap.
Gift art by NizoLuv
