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Mielikki was a good goddess.
Littlecub had always known that- there was just something about the deity, whenever she was ready to reveal inklings of her presence to anyone. A warmth, a kindness, some sort of welcoming feeling that washed over any lucky enough to be graced by it. As for anyone who believed, well, that sensation was tripled, and the love Mielikki held for her worshippers was made quite evident. They were cared for, and rarely tested; in fact, the tiger cub had known no trials given to her by some higher power in her entire life.
That was, until the day she stumbled upon Montolio.
Now, you see, Montolio was a beautiful creature, a macaw, one that Littlecub would have loved to have befriended, should he have been kind. But rather, he was an aggressive thing, and had not hesitated to attack her, Tiko, and her fireflies before. And yes, that made her really, really mad. Nobody touched her babies. She was held by Mielikki's rules, though, and as far as she was aware, that included only harming animals if it was required for food. Li had never held any fondness for fish, and so that had led to her pescitarian diet, and even then, she only ate the sea creatures when she was in need of a meal, one that would really nourish her. Other than that, she refrained from killing, harming, or harboring any ill intent to any of Mielikki's beloved creations. Montolio included.
Littlecub, since forcing herself to comply to the rules the deity had set for her, had lived with a dull neutrality towards the bird, no matter how often he had attacked her or her animals. She walked freely near his tree, wandering in search of more animals to befriend (it seemed like she was always searching). Some animals, though, were evil, and couldn't be reached.
One day, whilst passing by, the macaw swooped down, grabbed Tiko by the neck, carried him up to his nest, and broke his neck in one swift bite. Littlecub could feel the smugness radiating from Montolio, the sheer joy he had taken from killing her friend, and that was the final straw. In a flurry of angry sobs, the girl rushed back to her den, thoughts flooding her mind like a dam had broken.
Montolio was going to pay for killing her baby.
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After a day or two of thinking, she had guided her fireflies into a jar, a place she put them in storms to protect their wings, although this time it was to keep them from being hurt by the bird incarnate of satan. The usually-gentle girl had a look of steeled determination plastered onto her face, but it broke away as soon as she saw what awaited her at the foot of Montolio's tree- another of her friends, Fret (a dove) lay mangled on the ground, unbreathing.
The sadness only bothered Littlecub for a few moments, but as she scooped the carcass up into a banana leaf and carried it off, a smile formed on her maw, however subtle. She knew what she had to do to get that fucking bird. Mielikki would understand. One life for many, right? That seemed like what it was coming down to.
There was no mournfulness in her eyes as she dragged the banana leaf along with her.
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No matter how intelligent Montolio seemed to be, he lacked common sense, and that much was made evident when he flew down to the ground to eat the shreds of coconut Littlecub had conjured beneath his nest. The smell of rot hung heavy in the air- it seemed the macaw had kept Tiko as a trophy. That notion just fueled the fires in her eyes.
From behind, downwind, the tiger cub crept up on the creature she hated most in her whole life, leaping upon him clumsily but catching one of his wings under her paw, pinning him belly-down to the ground. It took one quick, clean snap to the neck to end him, which she thought was fair, given it was what had been done to her squirrel friend.
Carrying her catch back to her den, she set his corpse down by Fret's body, another spell forming instinctually in her mind. "Plynn l'dro d'l'verin lu'belbau ol ulu l'quortek d'l'bwael"- the words were tiring to even say, but she smiled grimly as she did so, watching the wounds and decay travel from her dove friend's carcass and to Montolio's body. Then, miraculously, Fret rose, ruffling her feathers and perching on Littlecub's back.
That was the last thing Li remembered before passing out from exhaustion on the floor.
//tl;dr: littlecub went against her morals and what she thought her goddess would want and killed a macaw who killed her pet squirrel, then cast a spell to give his life to a dove that he also murdered. she no longer has a pet squirrel, but a dove named fret, and she has discovered more about her deity's ideals (one life for the life of many is acceptable).
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[spoiler=mobile tags - last updated 7/12][justify]GENERAL
• Littlelights Innocence- Darling- Harbringer- Graham- Aeternum- Cipher- Euthalia- Gaudius- Silviance- Soler
• Slayer xx Firtree
• Female | She/Her
• Physically 4 Months | Spiritually 7 Human Years Old
• Ages on the 14th
• Single | Grayromantic Graysexual
• Flora and Fauna Witch + Child of Sunclan
-Uses plants and animals to cast spells, and other things of the like. Generally uses items from already-dead animals if fauna is needed as a reagent. Does not realize that collecting bones, skins, etc. from carcasses is morbid. Use of magic drains her energy very fast, but her endurance will build up as she ages. Worships the deity Mielikki.
CURRENT APPEARANCE
• Cream Tiger Cub w/ Slightly Darker Stripes
• Bright Gray Eyes
• She is always followed by a swarm of friendly fireflies, and makes friends with small animals and bugs, keeping them as come-and-go pets.
-Current Pets: Fireflies + A Squirrel
•Wears a necklace made with a leather band and twined with flowers and feathers.
BRIEF PERSONA
• Daydreamy | Distracted | Fragile
• Gentle | Pacifist | Crybaby
• Superstitious | Reliant | Trusting
POWERS
• All Free Powers
• Telepathy (Only works on small animals, and is more communicating via emotions and feelings rather than words.)
BODIES
• Cream Tiger, 4 Months Old (Current)
INTERACTION
• Physically + Mentally Easy
• No kill, capture, or major injuries without permission
• Attack in bold white.
• Friendly or non-harmful actions may be powerplayed
HEALTH
• Physical: 100%
• Mentally: 100%
• Emotional: 100%
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