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    Child. Ash's ears reclined as she heard the potent word. Child. Sometimes she forgot that she was young, but she wouldn't have forgotten such a booming voice. Ashbringer's eyes, narrowed in suspicion, looked out to the water in time to see the spirit, and immediately she felt her body become ridged in awe.


    This thing had power. She could feel it in the back of her neck, sitting there, as if to remind the warlord to hold her tongue.


    "I... I know. It's just hard, sometimes. I want to live up to my mother's expectations and make her proud to know her blood still lives on, but every time I try, I fall short."


    The wispy apparition was so bizarre, so strange looking, that Ash wasn't quite sure what to make of the animal. Was it a canine? A beetle? Something of a mix between the two? Ashbringer quickly pursed her lips, taking on a look of determination as opposed to the saddened demeanor that had previously adorned her pretty scarred face.


    "W-who are you?"

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    The whiny voice droning on and on was a familiar one, but Ash hadn't been quite sure who it had belonged to until she happened upon the scene with Dimitri. So Neonkit was here? That was quite the turn of events. With Bloodclan and Riverclan at a ceasefire, she doubted the child had any need to be concerned for her safety, but Ash couldn't help but to wonder: why was she here?


    "Oh, hey, Neon. What are you doing away from home? Does Ivylee know you snuck out?" The lioness stood over the child, looking her over a few times just to make sure there was actually, in fact, nothing wrong with her. "What's going on?"


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    So Dimitri wasn't going to attack? How pathetic was that? To think she'd appreciated the other. Ash had been distracted by the fellow Bloodclanner when Littlestar's flames shot in her face. The searing heat sent the dragoness roaring, rearing up on her hind legs. Her eyes had already been poor, but now darkness flooded her sight. She'd look to the gawking exiles with her face still glowing, the afflicted eye shut tight. "WHY DON'T YOU ALL GET THE HELL UP OFF OF YOUR LAZY ASSES AND FIGHT? I'M GOING TO START EATING BYSTANDERS," the femme threatened, without weight to the claim. Yeah, they'd been rapists, hateful people, and murderers, but there was always a chance for repentance. Ash had that sense of faith for the lot of them here. Bloodclan was bad, but from what she had seen, the Exiles weren't attacking Bloodclan, nor had they in a while.


    The long bodied dragon recoiled, throwing her massive tail onto the ground to raise dust into the air, hopefully obscuring her from Littlestar's view. Ash would then move through the cloud, attempting to drag Ghoulian down to earth by one of his tentacles and fling him.


    Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, keeping her afloat, but without her heat seeking senses, Ash would be utterly blind. The fear was enough to enrage her and keep the reptile hungering for blood, but not enough to keep the thought out of her line-up


    Would she ever be able to see the stars again?

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    The lioness could barely see. The searing burns across her eye kept Ash on her toes, and the bandages, no matter how soaked in herb water and chilled with her powers they may be, were no true fix to cull the pain she was in. It was the price of helping others, she supposed, and with a hefty heart, the femme stalked around camp. It had been too long since she'd read a book or carved or done anything that made her legitimately happy. Riverclan itself made her heart feel significantly more free, but even here, she felt cornered with the looming thought of Arcanepaw. To be perfectly honest, Ashbringer would have looked right over the bunny if she hadn't noticed the shop.


    "Oh, hey," the sightless femme greeted as she stopped, her marbled paws pushed out before her abruptly. "There's some chamomile in that basket, isn't there? I can smell it." Admitting she couldn't see was harder than just asking and faking, Ash supposed, but even as blind as she was, the small here's figure was something she could disguise against the ground. "Are you looking to sell it? I've got some stuff I could trade in exchange."


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    "Hey, girl, good to see you again," Ashbringer greeted, her rounded ears lifted in delight. While she hadn't really known Sylmae all that well, she was a medic now, and per the medic alliance rules, she had to make note of who to become close with and who not. The pretty femme was sweet. And though she was no longer a Bloodclanner, the warlord was glad to see the whole of her clan treating Sylmae kindly. "You liking being a medic?"


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    She waited. Silently. Ash, with her long tail lifted into the air, icicles poised and ready to strike, watched the border corpses for any signs of life. Rotted flesh bubbled along an ox's rib cage, causing the warlord's ashen pupils to swell before, with a powerful shot, the icicle impaled the cadaver. A rotten stench lifted into the air, but she wasn't unnerved by it. Ashbringer was quick to dig into the goo for her prize, wrapping a tiny insect in her claws before pulling back. It was a silver scarab beetle, impaled squarely by the blow. Several others of the same kind ran out along the sand to escape, only to find their tiny bodies frozen by Ash's awaiting ice trap.


    The tasty beetles were safe in their stupor, so the femme merely moved on, poor eyes lowered to the ground to seek out any other stray runners.

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    Thanks to Joseph, Ash was able to control her slender frame in such a way that the sparks merely rolled across her skin. The strange orb ran past her, falling right under her belly, and as she watched Ghoulian scramble towards it, the warlord gained a brilliant idea.


    And bent down, attempting to swallow the mystical object.



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    The Red God. This was the Red God of old, speaking to her clear as day, and Ash could barely believe it. Her body, as if responding to some incredible outside force, buckled in a bow. How incredibly casual she had been. Mother moon had told her not to worry about such formalities, but mother moon also didn't ask for sacrifices and blood. Ashbringer closed her eyes to steady herself.


    The words he spoke were calming, despite the abhorred form the beast took on. He was encouraging her, and with her breath wobbling as it entered her scarred lungs, Ashbringer refused to look up. "I will, sir," the warlord responded briskly. The determination had not subsided. Ash glanced outward in the river, seeing the reflection of the spirit.


    "I remember feeling the strange sensation throughout the desert. I haven't felt that since my patron goddess saved my former tribe. But she's gone now. If you dont mind me asking, Red God, why are you talking to me? I'm not Jackdaw."


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    "There's so many different kinds of cacti in Bloodclan that I'm sure I could manage to uproot one and bring it to you," the dove hued female purred, taking the chamomile gently to stuff it into her leather satchel. Maybe she'd be able to sleep tonight. Chamomile had always been a blessing in that regard, putting the worries of life and responsibility out of Ash's mind and into the gutters where they belonged. Realizing she hadn't properly introduced herself, the young warlord cleared her throat and smiled a little brighter. "I'm Ashbringer. Teagan's such a cool name. Um, do you open up shop like this all the time? I make armor as a hobby, but I never thought about trading it," She admitted with a shrug.


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    Thanks to her grounding, the lightning, though it stunned her, passed through caused Ash to lower her head, keeping the orb in her mouth as Ghoulian swiped her stiffened frills. It held the potential to scratch the cyborg's metal. The Bloodclanner's eyes were still stinging, but something was infiltrating her nostrils, an almost sweet smell, distracting her. The glowing green light from the ball began to swirl from her claws, but it stopped abruptly, and Ash hadn't even given thought to it considering she was still focusing heavily on the Hawkclanner. Non injured eye snapping open, the dragoness would raise her head back up, a ringing in her ears.


    "I'm sorry, weren't you just so uninterested? What happened?" Ash teased. The orb rolled from her forked tongue down to where she caught it in her claws. It rolled around in her talons without restraint. Something didn't want her to let go. She wanted to keep it, taunt Ghoulian endlessles. A wicked grin adorned the femme's scarred face.

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    The burns along Ash's face still felt glowing hot even if the heat had long since died down. Pink flesh stood where the singed hair had been lost, and bearing a small grimace, the lioness approached Dexter with these wounds outright. It was unsettling to see how the influx of joiners had deteriorated. New faces were seldom, making the select few who did come stand out as Dexter had done. Large paws rolled to a stop, aching. She'd have to remember to sit out the next fight or so until she was healed.


    "Hey there," the femme's friendly tone betrayed the somber look on her face. She probably still stunk like Riverclan. Maybe the other wouldn't notice. "You got business from another clan? You joining?"


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    The beach sounds were soothing as the slate lioness lay with her head to the edge of the water, careful to remain just far enough back for the ocean to only touch the base of her light furred chin. Ugly burns traversed her face, now. While days had passed since the raid, Ashbringer had yet to truly figure out what to make of her condition, with her depth perception now terrible, pretty looks marred, and right eye terribly blinded. What had previously been simple scars were overshadowed by the still blackened fur and pink, ugly skin. The plethora of scars she had certainly made her feel like a Bloodclanner, but Ash still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.


    She'd wanted to help the Exiles. They'd raped, pillaged, harmed, but they were still animals, all of them were animals, and as such, Ashbringer had felt inclined to help them. That wasn't the Bloodclan mindset, it was a Riverclan one. Letting out a hefty sigh, the lion drew her tail over her flank, closing her eyes to try and focus her mind on better things.


    @TEPHRAEL

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    Was... was his tail wagging? Ash couldn't help but to giggle before doing as she was told, closing her eyes and accidentally sticking out her tongue while concentrating. What to wish for-


    And then it was there. "I wish I could make you proud, mom. I will. I wish I could talk to you again, too.


    That was two wishes, but that would still count, right? Peaking her good eye open, the femme would snicker. "I wish for the red god to bestow upon me some breath mints for his dear chosen leader, here" Ashbringer would remark coyly. "As, darn. I said that out loud. Guess I have to suffer forever, now."


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    The priestess had been summoned, her hair quick across the gleaming sands. It wasn't hard to make out Jamison's drenched, motionless form, even with her impaired gaze. Ashbringer sat down the satchel that shed taken in her mouth, not bothering to even along it over her shoulder and stood over Jamison, aiming to put her paws along his chest. There was a heartbeat. Thank red god, he was still alive. Looking out to the group, she'd mine for some answers.


    "What happened? Did he fall in?" Snappy tone laced with urgency, the lioness whipped her tail. The potent scent of burnt fur filled the warlord's nostrils as she scanned over the tom once more. What the hell?


    [ sorry, mobile, can I get a list of injuries? ]


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    The voice caught her off guard, but she remembered its owner. An angel. Ambael. Ash's heart wretched for the thought of her departed friend and slowed. Blue eyes opened to meet the water as it caressed her face, but she wouldn't face the Riverclanner. It was an inquiry far too often placed upon her, and as such, the young warlord almost debated if she needed to respond at all.


    "I didn't hurt any of them. I helped Arcanepaw and several other Riverclanners out of a landslide, once, and I stayed out of it. Hope was the only bitch I wanted to kill," the lioness responded cooly, hoping her answer was sufficient. Her tail had taken to lashing by its own demand, thinking loudly along the sand. "How many Bloodclanners have you hurt?"


    The question could go both ways.

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    Priestess.


    Red priestess. Jackdaw had said something about that, hadn't he? And here she was, being chosen. Ash lifted her head to meet the god's eyes, mouth agape in disbelief. "O-of course," the slate lioness spoke, instantly recoiling upon realizing her excitement had gotten the better of her. The steady rhythm within her chest had accelerated, quickening still. She had been chosen- why her? Was it out of pity?


    No. No he'd already told her to look positively. "I'd be honored."


    [spoiler=TAGS 1/29]
    GENERAL
    ☆Ashbringer Warfare-Darling
    ☆ Bloodclan | Warlord (medic) | unofficial Bloodclan princess
    ☆ 10 months
    ☆ ages realistically
    ☆ Birthday November 25, 2016
    RELATIONSHIPS
    ☆ taken (kind of) by Arcanepaw
    ☆ Amour Darling x Chemical Warfare | Gen 2
    ☆ no mentor
    PHYSICALITY
    — Mizutsune [MAIN] Health 80% | reference
    A standard Mizutsune with gray scales as opposed to white with bright blue frills and feathers that almost resemble ice coursing down her back.
    — Lioness | Health 50%
    A light gray lioness with marbled paws and legs, almost like a snow leopard. Metallic spines course across her cheek bones and down her neck.
    ☆ scars: three horizontal gashes on right eye and side of face, gashes over her left shoulder
    ☆ current injuries: recovering from collapsed lung
    PERSONALITY
    ☆ original/no basis
    ☆ spontaneous, blunt, mischievous, somewhat jealous, curious, inquisitive, always thinking.
    ☆ a little too caring, adventurous, honest, suppressive, secretly anxious and sarcastic
    INTERACTION & COMBAT:
    ☆ hard physically | medium mentally
    ☆ has water/ice elemental powers, can conjure bubbles from an internal water source
    ☆ may start fights | may finish them | may flee | will defend others
    ☆ Attack in bold
    ☆ Can powerplay peaceful and nonviolent actions
    [/spoiler