Board Thread:Roleplay Lore/Character Backstories/@comment-26108027-20170227122416

She was young when it happened, older than a cub but not quite an adult. The genocidal maniac known as Calthor burned down her village, killed her father, and enslaved her mother. She was one of the lucky few that survived.

"We must rebuild our village." She had said, over and over.

"You're just a cub, you cannot lead!" Everyone else always responded.

The new cheif was a weak-minded warrior who knew nothing of battle tactics. He got three warriors killed and eight Cubs taken in his first week.

She couldn't handle this anymore.

"Damal! I challenge you for the position of chief!"

The coward stepped out of the stolen tent, his belly round from taking everyone's food.

"So be it, Rivas. I would like to apologize in advance for embarrassing you in front of the entire tribe."

Rivas snarled, her fur bristling as the fight began. The coward pinned her down, but not before she got a couple good scratches in.

"there's a much easier way to get in charge, you know.." She could feel his breath on her ear. "..And I can guarantee that you won't be killed for a few months.."

Rivas gritted her teeth, trying to shove down her disgust.

"I would never become your mate, you COWARD!"

Using all of her strength, she sent him flying. He hit a rock and went limp, but she wasn't done there. The crowd looked on in horror as she continued slashing him to shreds, screaming insults and sobbing.

Someone put their hand on her shoulder. Rivas snapped back to reality, panting softly. She looked at the blood on her hands, her eyes widening. She was shaking violently, until eventually she just curled into a ball and screamed.

Someone hugged her from behind.

"You're gonna be okay." The white fox muttered.

Rivas woke up several hours later in the cheiftan's tent. She walked out, surprised to see that it was night. She barely remembered anything, much less what that metallic smell was. She stared at her hands, and the red fluid coating them. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, she licked a bit off.

Before she knew it, her hands were clean. Yet she still wanted more. Her heart was pounding, and her eye kept twitching. She felt herself smile at the sight of more blood, this time coming from a small fuzzy creature with big ears and feet.

Rivas heard a twig snap as a humie cub stepped closer to her. She kept herself calm as she heard the young one's heart beating quickly.

"Hey there.. I'm not gonna hurt you.." The cub said, his rough accent grating against her ears. She let him get close enough to touch her, enjoying the feeling of his small hands on her ears. She wanted his blood, yet why couldn't she bring herself to attack? She shook her head slightly as he sat on her back, running his hands through her thick fur.

Eventually, the cub left. Rivas went back to her camp, where her people greeted her politely.

She couldn't shake the feeling of the cub's hands in her fur, his soft, amazed whispers.

Months later, the little white weasel brought humid to the camp. Once again, Rivas had to watch her village burn down and innocents slaughtered.

Rivas found herself moving from place to place, a lone wanderer. Wanderers followed her, amassing through time.

"Chief Rivas! We cannot find any more food!"

Rivas snapped out of her thoughts, then sighed.

"Gather my warriors. We're going on a raid." 