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[WftW] | Lilium | Buttercup Hill Owsla

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Published: Feb 11, 2019

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'If you're not brave enough to look forward, then don't dare to look at all.'

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Lilium

The Strong Willed.

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Pleased to meet you. Now may I ask you to move along?

◘ Name: Lilium (Dusk Lily).

◘ Nicknames: Hombaroo, mostly because of her lithe figure mixed with an extreme cunning.

◘ Age: Three years.

◘ Gender: Doe (Female).

◘ Rank: Owsla. She also counts herself as an avid storyteller in her free time (specially around kits).

◘ Mentor(s): Her mother, Cloudgaze (Owsla, NPC) and Jay (storyteller and healer, NPC)

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◘ Appearance: With a domestic origin from his father's side, Lilium has a very unusual and clear black otter pattern, with dark blue as base, orange and white spread throughout her body. Her fur is very soft to the touch, with a particular white "mane" spreading from her scruff, which she takes special care. On the anatomy side, this doe is average at best and definitely not strong, yet her long and powerful hind legs and lithe frame prepared her in a way her movements are both graceful and swift, and her claws tend to be sharp---she makes sure of it.

◘ Skills:

++ Cunning
+ Runner
+ Strong swimmer
+ Sense of smell
+ Acute hearing
+ Strong Willed
+ High voice of reason
+ Has basic healing knowledge

◘ Weaknesses:

- - Can't take hits in battle
- Has speed but little resistance to long distance races.
- Average to low eyesight due to previous retinal damage
- Low resistance to cold temperatures despite loving the feeling of it
- Too proud for her own good
- Can and will be ruthless if pushed enough
- Careless at times
- Is deeply afraid of being alone
- VERY afraid of cats
- It is hard for her to actually trust in bucks

◘ Scars: Both eyes and the left side of her muzzle display claw marks, all of them caused by an old Chief Rabbit of the warren that saw her breath for the first time. He intended to leave her blind but, in exchange, she put him in the Black Rabbit's path. Her torn left ear is a proud displey of the many battles she went throughout the few years of her life.

◘ Scent and favourite flower: She loves the freshness of pine scent, and enjoys collecting scarlet pimpernels.

◘ Voice: Saphira - Eragon Soft, gentle and yet full of command, powerful enough to be heard when needed.

Well then, aren't you a special bun...

◘ Orientation: Bisexual.
◘ Sexual Orientation: Biromantic.
◘ Attracted to: 'Ask again please'.
◘ Mate: None.
◘ Tendency: Mood-driven.
◘ Availability: Open.

Ah yes. Why don't we talk about yourself first?

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Summary

Lilium is quiet but well versed, strong willed and respectful, although she can be hot-headed and sarcastic when provoked---which can be difficult to achieve. Very well known for her wits and calmness, she will have formulated a plan way before those around and noticed every single detail, retaining it in her memory for later use. Most of the time she must be approached and even then it's hard to get her talking about herself. She's been alone for a long time as both her parents died right before she stopped being treated as a kit. Normally, she'll find little to no interests in other's lives yet once you earn her trust, you'll have a life-long companion willing to give her life. The warren she serves would have a dedicated soldier under their paws. She spills pride in her movements and power through her voice, when needed. One prominent downside of her personality is that she's full of herself and gets irritated easily whenever someone tries to offend her intelligence, which is her most valuable trait. She will get her ways done, whatever it takes, making her ruthless when pushed to the extreme.

Kits are some sort of a fascination to this doea as she enjoys watching them furballs grow up, and feels extremely delighted when a small bunch of them looks for her in search of stories, which tend to be a little exaggerated in order to please her audience even when there's no interest for now to have her own litter despite Lilium's favorite sport: flirting with bucks (and sometimes other does) as some sort of sport. Duty is above everything right now and yet, sometimes, she finds herself wandering...far, far away from this world.

The Good

The Bad

You want me to trust you...? Pft. Earn it.

[Kithood]

A litter of 3 was born from a one night adventure. Her "carefuly planned kits", as her mother Cloudgaze loved to call them. She couldn't get her eyes of an extremely handsome and strong buck, who just happened to be a hutch rabbit, under the name of Goliath. Cloud wasn't interested in love yet felt she had a duty with her warren, and Goliath was desperate to get his way with a doe as life inside his cage was driving him insane. Life happened to put them both in the same path.

The doe never actually fullfilled her role as marli and never hid the origin of her kits. She would shrug when the old Chief Rabbit Oak-rah inquired about their origins, getting a 'If we are to be a strong warren, we have to get the best of outsiders. I did what I have to do and my kits will make us proud. If you don't like it, PUT UP WITH THEM. I won't go anywhere.' Of course, not all of them accepted the trio, and they had to earn the entire warren's trust. Their "mother" could care less about acceptance and they had to climb up from a young age.

Yet when she presented the kits Striker, Storm and Lilium to Goliath -only because the Chief demanded it- fatherly instincs kicked in. He demanded to rise his kits with his humans, who would give them the care and love they deserved.

Of course, Cloudgaze would have none of it and ended up scarring him for life. Lesson learnt yet hate was born that day as well. And with a rabbit of that size and willpower...

[Teenage]

Despite their consistent chattering and questions, her authority as part of the Owsla reflected in the kits's training. The three grew up inseparable, gaining the "I care only about my sibling" trait, yet one of them wouldn't just get things right and it outright snapped in Cloud. Lilium was the quickest and smartest of them all, but wasn't enough: 'You MUST BE able to put up a fight,' Cloudgaze would remark again and again, while beating her up in rough play-fighting 'they will make delicious flay-rah out of you and your brothers will not be allowed to help. Nor will I come running to you. Life is hard. The sooner you get it, the sooner you will forget about those stupid ideas of love, friendship and the shitty stories you so much enjoy filling those up around you.'

Lilium siblings ended up separated from her and, as requested, removed from the Owsla training program.

Disheartened and alone, she ended up closing herself to everyone around, including her best friend Jay, local and pretty old Healer and the one responsible for her outrageous imagination. Yet he never gave up on 'his Hombaroo'. To everyone's surprise and certain someone's rage, he decided to take her as apprentice, not healer, but as Storyteller. She could fight alright, he would say, and thus the training will come to her voice and heart.

[Storyteller]

Life started to feel as if Frith himself descended and rescued Lilium from a miserable future, for a time. She discovered the will to live through an amazing power even she didn't acknowledge. She didn't but everyone around her would laugh and open their eyes in awe as words slipped through her mouth like a river following its course. The young doe entered in the coldest of hearts...and unwanted ones as well. The Chief Rabbit was known to get his way with females as he pleased, and thus Lilium's petals caressed his twisted mind. From the darkness of his burrow, he would wait until she was ready.

One night. One terrible night. The innocent rabbit would soon find out how to blossom through the path of violence. Jay hopped inside their shared nest in the burrow, bleeding and exhausted.

'RUN, HOMBAROO!' his voice still echoes inside her mind, as a memory imprinted there. 'RUN, AND DON'T LOOK BACK!'

Not understanding, afraid, but trusting in her mentor, Lilium raced past every single lagomorph around, even knocked down her own mighty mother who tried to block her on the way out with ease. <<'Are you proud now?'>> the thought shone for a second as she moved raced through the moor where their warren was located.

Yet as crimson began painting the skies, Lilium put a stop to her time. Shivering, panting, she wondered. Why? What did she do to deserve it? She just wanted to live her life with noone getting in her way.

'WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME, FRITH?' Lilium shouted to the firmament, dropping her stance and crying to Inlé, beggin to be taken.

'Oh, I wouldn't rush, little one. Not before you are mine.' the voice shut down all her senses besides her hearing. Her blood froze, and pupils reduced to tiny dots. As she slowly turned around, a huge, foul smelling buck was looming over her. His crooked smile was more than she could bear as a whimper escaped through her muzzle, which was suddenly burning. The hit put her to the ground, dizzy and turning her mind into a mess. The voice came again as a low whisper. 'You and I will go back to the burrow. You shall be my doe and will be at my beck and call. Ah---I shall miss those beautiful bright emerald eyes. I know how much you love them. But if I have to break you, I am willing to make the sacrifice.'

Another blow, and scarlet blurred her world. Her short life. Was it coming to an end? No...The question, the real question...Was her Chief Rabbit seriously thinking she would submit that easily?

As her mother snapped once and beat the fur out of her, she did as well with that monstruous animal. Closing her eyes and summoning her battle training, surprise and horror came to the perpetrator of her nightmares. How would he had guessed there was such a fierce warrior behind that small and pathetic doe? How would he, in his wildest and darkest dream, would have known his life would end in such a swift and lethal move? His body colapsed on the ground, not a single noise after a gasp was heard ever again.

And Lilium, she just stood there. She felt nothing. Not even the sacred words of departure were recited nor his stiff body buried. Her snout tinted in red, her paws dipping in a pool of blood, she turned around. Walking away.

[Owsla]

The young rabbit was found not far from the Buttercup Hill's burrow, unconcious and, once awake, totally oblivious of the world around. They kept asking about her crimson tinted pelt, and she confessed EVERYTHING in a voice so convincing and relaxed for the darkness of the tale it scared even the bravest of rabbits. Lilium just didn't care anymore. She was tired, so tired of everything. And yet her willpower grew exponentialy since arriving. They thought her eyesight lost, and she provided an answer with a swift full recovery.

And she didn't know why. They...understood her? She has never felt so welcoming in a community before. These rabbits seemed honest and hard working, and something clicked inside. She had the training. She would protect. She would give her life for them. Why, you might ask, as she barely knows this warren? Well, the answer is simple: they knew the importance of family. Of acceptance of ones flaws and building up from there.

Lilium would prove her worth. To them, and to herself. With ease, might I add.

Family and relatives

RP Sample

The stalactites from the cave hung down in a threatening way above their heads; you would only need to look up in order to feel goosebumps flowing through your veins, raising every hair along your spine just by thinking on how would it feel to be crushed by one of those. Time itself seemed to be at halt, darkness surrounding and rocking you while watching with a macabre smile drawn in its muzzle, knowing too well there was no escape from its grasp.

The silver mottled cat sighs, obviously frightened by the echo of his own breathing. Dubious, he turns his bright amber eyes to his partner, making the effort to trace her figure in the shadows. She inspired a confidence he could simply not begin to understand.

"L-lionpaw...I don't think we should..."

"Oh, cut it out Swiftpaw! You were the one who wanted to come in the first place! Now stop behaving like a kit. You wanted to show me you could be brave...'I'm not scared from my shadows!' were your exact words." —the fluffy black smoke she-cat meowls back, her powerful voice mimics the last part almost identically, echoing inside the cave. The male of the duo stiffens again while the female sends a prayer of tolerance to Starclan for her cowardly friend. "You live inside a cave but you can't be yourself anywhere else. I just can't understand how Flamingdeer can keep up with your stupidity and even less on how you'll make a fine warrior."

"Hey! My mentor is the greatest thing in our territory. H-he's very patient and I learn a lot from him...and if YOU keep up with that attitude, you won't get far either!"—Swiftpaw snaps out for the first time forgetting his fears, stopping Lionpaw's lead while stepping in front of her. "You can make fun of me, but don't even think about doing so with someone who actually likes me!" he sentenced, muttering unintelligible words afterwards while looking firecely into her deep blue eyes.

But he lifted his ears when a loud chuckle shook the walls of the cave.

"For Starclan's sake, Lionpaw! What's wrong now?!"

"What's wrong, you ask?! You FINALLY did it mouse-brain!"

Understanding he's not catching it, she simply licks his cheek soflty.

"You finally decided to defend yourself, stupid cat. It was not hard for you, huh?"

"You just had to make me mad. You're insufferable sometimes..." Swiftpaw thought carefully about his answer, trusting in the darkness for the first time in order to hide his blushing cheeks. <<Thank you though...>>

"Oh, I know I'm irresistible"

"I said insufferable, not irresistible!"

"Oh, that as well. Now, shall we go on or we will keep on chatting? My whiskers are freezing and I'm hungry already."

"You are always hungry, Lionpaw..." mutters the silver cat, feeling his partner's tail falling between his ears in a heavy hit, while at the same time their unified laugther rings around the place.

Without further interruptions, they unpause their little adventure, foreign to the dangers from the outside world, enjoying each other's company and understanding home would be anywhere as long as they had each other.