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This is Sor'en na Kai'i, or Sorenna for short, and she is the Goddess of Vengeance. I am giving her away.

As she is a goddess, however, as well as an established character, there are strings attached. First and foremost, she will need to stay true to the character and history laid out for her.

Breakdown:
The basic premise for Sor'en na Kai'i (Twister of Hearts) is that Vengeance is a selfish act. It is a blinding, all-consuming quest that goes far beyond a desire for justice, ultimately leading one down an isolated, self-destructive and often violent path. It is not a cathartic experience, but a shallow pursuit that breeds strife and whose completion brings not peace, but emptiness. This is what is at the core of Sorenna's character.

She is selfish, self-absorbed, and cares nothing for others. No emotions save anger are useful to her, and have been discarded. She forms attachments to no one, period. Never. She has no time for anyone else, unless they seek vengeance themselves; even then, she is not motivated by sympathy or any altruistic intention. Rather, as she herself has not been wronged, and therefore doesn't need revenge for her own sake, she takes on that of others. It is the reason for her existence, and she needs it - you may think of it as a form of addiction, if that helps.

She does not care about anyone else. She does not love. She is not capable. She abandoned her own children, Justice and Chaos, and would do the same to any others she might have. She wouldn't keep them until they were weaned, wouldn't try to track down their father, wouldn't try to give them any form of chance to survive. She would have them and leave them and not think about them again. This isn't a huge problem for god children, since they're capable of surviving on their own, but it does mean that mortal children of hers are extremely, extremely rare.

Sorenna doesn't have time for anyone but Sorenna. She will not found a pride or take any interest at all in being a patron - sure, people can worship her if they want, but she couldn't care less about having followers.

All that said, while she is a raging b***h, she's not insane, nor does she run around killing people for kicks, or even just people who annoy her (if she did that, she wouldn't have time for anything else). She might hurt them accordingly if they piss her off enough, but when it comes to dealing with your average SoA, Sorenna is more bark than bite.

She's a relatively old goddess, and hasn't been reborn in more than a century. She's a tough, badass old b***h, and it would take a lot to kill her (read: another god, if not gods). Her brother, with whom she has no relationship whatsoever, is the God of Karma. Her children are Dathcharu'kai, the God of Chaos, and Seitaru'kai, the Goddess of Justice. As mentioned above, she abandoned them. She also has various grandchildren, mortal and immortal alike, but they are currently unknown and inconsequential to her. She currently has one surviving mortal daughter (my souvenir, if you will).

Rules:

• Abide by her personality. Character development happens, yes, but there are developments and then there's "What the hell just happened?". Stay away from the latter.
  
• As stated, it is very rare for Sorenna to have mortal children, and even rarer for them to survive. I'm not saying it can't happen at all, but don't just go flinging her all over the place or using her as a parent for customs/assorted SoAs. And don't put cosplays in her litters. Just don't. I would be sad.
  
• It's more in the realm of possiblity for her to have god children, but even then, don't do it just because you can/god breedings happen to be open.
  
• Please, within reason, don't restrict her line, such as saying that her children can't be homosexual, that they can't breed with distant relatives as allowed by shop rules, can't have hybrids, that sort of thing.
  
• I'd appreciate it if you don't turn right around and have her reborn - it can happen, but let it be for the right reasons, not because you don't like her current appearance or something like that. If you don't like her as she is, don't try for her.
  
• She will never surrender her domain/become mortal.
  
• If you leave Gaia or SoA, or if you disappear for a year+, she comes back to me. You may not give her to someone else.
  
• I reserve the right to extend this contest, or not to choose anyone at all.
  
• By entering, you agree to all of the above.

I know this probably all sounds very fearsome, I just don't want to see her turn into kittens and butterflies and flowers. I do not, however, expect anything in return for giving her to you - she is yours, and you owe me nothing. I'm not going to chase after you for a baby if she has any or anything like that. She's yours to play, develop, and enjoy. I'm not going to be looking over your shoulder and telling you what to do. If you win, then I trust you to take care of her properly, and I have no intentions of being intrusive.

Barring any extensions, this contest will end one month from its posting.

RP Prompt:
Write about Sorenna doing her job: finding a mortal seeking vengeance against someone, and Sorenna carrying it out.

Entry Form:

Username: Princess_Feylin
Have you read and do you agree to the rules?: Yes ma'am.
How many gods do your currently own?: 1 (Impermanence)
Prompt Response:
Sorenna didn't have to travel instantaneously from place to place. She had wings and paws that functioned perfectly well, and usually she preferred them unless she was working on a tight schedule, which was rare for an immortal. She felt that she tended to miss opportunities when she used her ability to travel instantaneously, and so instead she flew. Or walked with her wings hidden, if she didn't care to deal with mortals.

At present she was walking because she was annoyed by her most recent interaction with a mortal. A pair of mortals, actually.

As sometimes happened, Sor'en na Kai'i had felt herself drawn to a lion whose craving for vengeance was so strong it had been like a direct summons. To reach this lion whose lust for vengeance was so potent, Sorenna opted to fly, which would allow her to gather some information about the territory she was entering and the sort of lions she'd be dealing with as she avenged the one who had unwittingly called her.

It was a warlike pride by the coast. They seemed like the type who would make all sorts of lions seek vengeance. If need be, Sorenna would have little difficulty destroying them, but she'd have to use her ability to inflict spontaneous injury. With lions such as these, to make the pride cause its own undoing through visions would be the work of generations. She wasn't sure it was worth that much effort.

The lioness whose fury had attracted Sorenna was a dark brown female with blue eyes and a pregnant belly. She was, when Sorenna appeared, talking with a very slight hematite-colored lioness. Apparently the latter was trying to convince the former of the joys of caring for cubs and the former was more in favor of castrating the father and drowning the cubs out of spite. Sorenna couldn't say she disapproved.

At an opportune moment Sorenna had summoned her wings and revealed herself to the pair, explaining who she was and what she might be willing to do for them as far as enacting vengeance on the lions who had subjugated and abused them. In the process she teased from them their stories, which were not so very extraordinary to a goddess as old and experienced as Sorenna, but were still more than worthy of being avenged. Sorenna would not have minded seeking vengeance for either or both of the lionesses.

The slight lioness whose body bore the marks of hard use and whose eyes held a broken heart and spirit had rejected the offer instantly because she apparently didn't believe in revenge. Sorenna was more disgusted than disappointed, but she was disappointed. There had been a great deal of material for her to work with in that lioness's history, starting with the broken heart and everything after.

It had been the rejection of the second lioness that left Sorenna baffled and out of sorts. She had said that the offer was appreciated, but she could not believe that it was wise to trust someone else to avenge her. People were disappointments waiting to happen. Even immortal people. Besides, it would be more satisfying to exact her revenge herself, and she didn't want to share even a little bit of that fierce delight with anyone else.

Rebuffed, Sorenna had departed. It had not been the first time a mortal had decided not to seek vengeance, but it had been the first time in nearly a mortal's span of years that such a thing had happened. As she walked and brooded over the foolishness of mortals a sort of calm came over her. They were just two mortals and there were always others who would need her. With that, she dismissed them completely, forgetting them almost by the time her previously-hidden wings materialized.
Anything else you care to add?: Man. Just writing that was fun. I wish you luck finding a good player for her. I'm sorry my entry turned out to be so long.

Personally, I don't plan to make any major changes to her character beyond those that come from having a different person playing her. So, mannerisms, that sort of thing. I don't know as I would really want her character to develop all that much, since I really like her as-is. The only thing I can think of that might go contrary to her nature would be if she, as an experiment, tried to understand why a mortal would not want her to take revenge on their behalf. But in the end I know she'd decide it was just because they were stupid, so nothing character-changing there. cool

Username: Epine de Rose
Have you read and do you agree to the rules?: 100%
How many gods do your currently own?: 1 (Harvest)
Prompt Response:
To any other individual, the events that had transgressed were relatively insignificant. She had lost the male she desired, he had selected another over her and such was the way of things. All was fair in love and war, or that was how the saying went, and when that other lioness had jeopardised her chances no other had bat an eyelid. It was how the pride had worked, they had said, she should have known better and she should have prepared. She should have checked, she should have been ready for the worst!

Ah, but at such a young and fair age, she hadn't been.

She had been left humiliated, covered in the greatest of stenches from the most putrid mud that her rivals could find. She had become an instant undesirable, one to be avoided, spurned and purged. Her family had even been so embarrassed as to cast her out in shame. They hadn't abandoned her, but from that point on she had been under strict instructions to stay out of sight and mind.

In essence, she had been cursed to a life of spinsterhood.

While others may have lifted their chins and rebuilt their reputation by other means, this particular lioness had elected to pursue another route. She'd heard them say time and time again that she should have been prepared and that her rivals had played fairly... If this was the case, then surely she could return the favour?

Thus she had dedicated her life to jeopardising their hopes and dreams. Out of sight and out of mind, she terrorised them until one by one they had fled in humiliation. Desperate to escape their assailant, they had all left the pride and had found solace elsewhere... except for one.

The crowning glory and the one being she had never quite managed to reach - the queen bee and the individual behind her own downfall still remained. She thirsted for revenge, to place the same humiliation and dishonour upon that lioness. She would have given anything to get within reach, if only for a brief instant to set her rival's world on fire and shatter it into a million pieces... but alas, fate had never smiled on her that way.

Or rather it hadn't smiled on her until today when the most unusual being had graced her with her presence. At dawn the Goddess of Vengeance had come to her, apathetic towards her bargaining chips and interested in just one thing. All she wanted to know was who the victim was - she had know concern as to why such vengeance was desired... It was odd, but who was the lioness to judge what appeared to be divinity?

Alas, she didn't question but with a desire so strong as her's for revenge, it seemed divinity feasted upon it and when the name was uttered, the deed was to be done. The lioness did not need to be within immediate range of her rival that morning, as Divinity herself descended upon her and with her arrival she brought what could only be described as chaos and insanity.

...Whatever Divinity might have done, the shrieks carried far and wide across the pride as her rival appeared to become afflicted by something that no other could see. She was terrified, in agony, in pain. She uttered in tongues, largely incoherent and as the day drew on it became much more public.

Suffice to say that the lioness had received her wish as her rival began to lose every shred of dignity she had, it brought the lioness pleasure, but she would never be able to provide her gratitude to Divinity.

As quickly as she had come, Divinity had left her, seemingly losing all interest in the mortals that existed in this region once she had exacted her vengeance.

Little did the lioness know that the goddess she had met had no desire to bargain or make small talk with mortals. In the simplest terms she held only a lust for the rage, fury and desire for revenge that lurked in the darkest part of a creatures soul. Like a moth to a flame she would descend upon it and devour it, yet once that desire had been satisfied, she would leave to find her next meal.

The lioness had served her purpose and she would never see Divinity again, or rather it was highly unlikely, unless she sought vengeance on such a desperate scale again...

Anything else you care to add?:
I'm so used to playing nice soa that it would be fascinating to play something that's apathetic towards most creatures. If anything, for a character to show only show a shred of emotion towards another being whenever they need to 'feed' on an emotion is interesting. I think both gods and mortals would misunderstand her.

If I had the opportunity, I'd quite like to have her 'drop in' on plots involving the Nergui or warbased plots across other prides. The victims are likely to have a strong desire for revenge and I can see her gravitating towards the collective desire for vengeance with a possibility for a LOT of chaos as a result.

I'd like to have the opportunity for her to instill or inflict madness and chaos while she feasts before disappearing without a care. It could set off further wars, deter or caused multiple other outcomes depending on how she strikes but with her being so unpredictable it could go either way!

Regardless, once she's fed she won't care, her impact on mortals would be largely residual.

Username: Zohwhee.
Have you read and do you agree to the rules?: Yes ma'am C:
How many gods do your currently own?: One.
Prompt Response:

Sor’en na was bathing in the light of the moon, nestling amongst some thickened shrubbery. She sat with a stagnant sense of mostly factual or logical thoughts on her mind tonight, coupled with a strange half-contentedness, half-blankness. Her legs seemed to vanish in the shadows, whilst her white pelt was resplendent and almost reflective. She lifted a paw lazily to her face and paused. She could hear a whimpering sound, coupled with a hesitant shuffling. Sorenna disregarded it. “No matter.” She thought. “I know exactly what shall be needed of me”, she was drawn into the distance, something was calling her there, so she knew exactly what would be said in the next few moments. It was a smug satisfaction occasionally, knowing that others needed her. Mostly it was indifference, this was her purpose, this was what she needed, what she was built for; and good at. The Goddess wasn’t some kind of savior, and she most certainly did not to do it make others feel more at peace.

As if on cue the small form of a young lion began to creep into the descending moonlight. “H-hello?” He peered into the foliage nervously. Sorenna stood, drawing herself to her full height as if to threaten, but in reality it was only to stretch her wings and looked at him with a fully formed stone look of almost emptiness, but it was not vague, somewhat determined. The adolescent lion flinched slightly. “I-I need some help…”

Sorenna had still not yet spoken, satisfaction crept onto her face and she walked slowly towards him. “Hm, what do you seek?” Her blood red eyes glinted in the moonlight as she looked over him to survey his physique. He looked worn down, his fur matted and legs skeletal. “And how can I help?” She continued, bluntly. She showed no empathy for the young male, but this was strictly a business matter. It did not concern her as to why he was seeking vengeance, just that she was able to perform her job, no, her purpose.
“I-I heard you have done things…” He trailed off, eyes falling to the floor. “Made others realize, that they have done wrong. I n-need this to be shown to another.”
“Perhaps.” She eyed her sharp claws idly, although they were not used as often as she suggested. Sorenna paused for a moment. “What did they do?” The goddess didn’t care for sob stories, but needed to know a few details as to make the wrongdoers comeuppance much more pleasurable.
After a few moments of listening to the rogue stutter and whimper his story to her, Sorenna smirked and nodded at him, without uttering a word. Another few minutes and she was soaring just above the treetops, eyes scanning the scenery for a hint of her prize. A large male, as pale as she was, sat by a small pool of water, happily licking his paws clean. Another figure, smaller, was visible next to him, a female perhaps, shuddering. Yes, that would make sense.

She softly fell to the ground, daintily making her way behind the couple, before announcing her presence with a small cough. They looked up. “What did you do?” She asked simply. The gruff male pulled himself up to full height, unaffected by her sudden appearance. “Me?... Nuffin.” Sorenna began to talk softly. “Oh, I think we both know what you’ve done.” She ended the phrase in a loud snarl, and as she narrowed her eyes the male widened his own, claws digging into the earth.

A few seconds of concentration was all it took. Suddenly the male was possessed by a vacant look, his face fixated in some kind of twisted shock. His limbs began to function very basically, twitching slightly. The mortal lioness yelped and ran into the distant foliage. To an outsider, this would look very strange indeed, but Sorenna and the male knew exactly what was happening, she imagined it as he did.

He was envisioning a loved one, someone as close to his heart as one could imagine, except for the Goddess herself. They were being taken, but not by choice, no, by brute force. The look on the face of his beloved was captured as she was pulled into a darkened cave, and then only screams were heard, laced with terror. The male was then dragged into a body of water, he would imagine the cold, the fear of drowning and the struggle for breath, but not feel it, this was purely a psychological game, but that would hopefully be all he needed. As he watched himself nearly drown from afar, his mortal body was twisting and contorting in shock, as if to run away from what he could see inside his head, from what had taken over his true vision. The male stumbled and fell, paws only partially submerged into the water, but his body pulsated with the need to breathe, chest rising frantically.

Sorenna watched his body twitch slightly and his mouth form the same words over and over. “No.No.No!” and contended she lifted the vision, smiling down at what she had done, feeling somewhat satisfied but with still the same ache and longing inside of her. As the male regained his breath she could make out a hushed promise. “Okay, I’ll t-take her b-back, I will.” Sorenna turned and with a flick of her tail, had ascended into the nights sky once more. Another job completed, she idly wondered when the next would arrive whimpering in front of her.


Anything else you care to add?: I'd love to get her involved with plots with others that need her services. I highly doubt I would ever breed her to be honest, personally. I would have her thrive off the mortal life and their problems, and probably wouldn't RP her with Gods as much. I would not ever forsee her having a mate or family. I'd love to develop her personality, maybe see if she ever could work alongside Gods of a similar domain for a business purpose or such. There's quite a few ideas, to be honest.

Username: JetAlmeara
Have you read and do you agree to the rules?: Yes
How many gods do your currently own?: 0
Prompt Response:

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the grass was pleasantly springy beneth one's paw pads - all things that most would have found appealing, all things that most would take for granted and perhaps even feel just a little bit blessed for, Sorenna however was not in the realm of 'most' and the beauty of the day she passed through was all but lost on her, she could have been walking in the midst of a monsoon for all the care she put upon the day's weather. Sorenna was lost in a rapture of another kind, one far more important then then any mortal's pitiful conern about the weather and the scent of that oh so wonderful anger fueled rapture drew her on, wrote an invisible path along the earth that she had no choice but to follow, each step brought her closerand she cared not what she walked through, cared not for the journey that brought her there, cared not ever for the creaure that would ultimately gift her with the object of her desire...but only for the rapture itselt. The object was close at hand now - she could scent it in the air, could hear it on the wind.

And never was a sound more wonderful then the soul wretching sobs of the wronged, a scent so pure as the righteous anger of someone with a score to settle. It was the bait she couldn't help but bite for...not that she would try to avoid it if she could, If it was bait then Sorenna enjoyed taking the bite.

Bait turned out to be a male feline sobbing on the grass, beyond those two points Sorenna didn't care enough about him to bother with further classificiation. He was angry and he wanted what she could offer and that was all she needed to know to start the process. Padding up beside the beast she let her shadow fall upon him. "Tell me what you want, who has wronged you?" She prompted the beast, ignoring the way he startled at the sight of her. "Come tell me quickly.." She went on, before he started blabbering about seeing a goddess as mortals had a tendency to do...she had no desire to pander to his short lived incredibility, only to see this through for her own personal pleasure.

"Who..who are you?" The mortal gasped, clearly still having trouble coming to grips with what stood in front of him

"Your vengence...should you stop gaping like a fish out of water and tell me what I wish to know." Sorenna responded with a hint of ire leaking into her voice and a narowing of her eyes.

"My...well she was supposed to be my mate, she had my cubs but she took them and fled, I've lost everything...my heir, my place in my Pride..everything because of her, I want her to feel what it's like to loose everything..." The male finally stated, a gleam coming to his eyes as he realized what it was he thought she was here to do. To right the wrongs made against him - Sorenna didn't care to explain that this wasn't the case. She did not even care for his reasoning behind the desire for vengence, merely for the desire itself, the anger in his tone, the lust for this female's destruction was like a tonic to the Goddess, it was enough to make her shiver in anticipation.

"Good...good, now...you must tell me who she is, what she looks like." Sorenna prompted the male, and the satisfaction that crept into his previously broken tone as he did so was just another token for Sorenna to play with. Having recieved the description Sorenna left..she did not bother with farewells or assurences, she had her mission and that was all she care about. She burned with the males anger, was fueled by his perceieved need for vengence and that burning fuel made her an unstopable force, she cared not how many miles she had to cover, cared not the land she had to trek through to get there, nor for those she saw in passing...he eyes, her ear's, her very being was set soley upon one single being. The female she was tracking.

Thankfully it was not hard to find her, with cubs along she had not been able to travel as quickly as she might have without, a boon for Sorenna...a mistake for the female. She came upon them at night, while the cubs were asleep and the female keeping restless guard. Sorenna padded forward to regard her with narrowed eyes, the males anger buring brightly within. "You have taken from another and such things do not go unpunished." She stated to the startled female.

"I ..what..no wait..you don't understand...He was cru.." The Lioness started to explain after she had regained her composure, obviously she was frightened and wishing to explain herself. Sorenna did not care what it was she had to say.

"Silence! I have no desire to listen to your sob story. What is done is done and the reason behind it does not matter, Vengence is not Justice." She told the female firmly. "Your cubs and all your think important are gone, they lie there dead and there is nothing you can do for them..." She began to curse the female, watching as the curse began to take effect and the females face began to crumble with untold anguish. "You are alone, you have no home, no position...you are nothing, will never be anything and somewhere in the back of your mind you know that this is all your fault." The curse completed Sorenna watched as the female tried to take it all in, began to wail at the sight of her sleeping cubs..whom to her eyes were dead..the cubs awoke and tried to placate thier mother..but the female did not, could not notice. Sorenna knew the curse would only last for a short time but the scars created by that short time would last a lifetime and in that fashion..vengence would be served.

Turning around she walked away from the wailing, confused family, she would find another scent to follow, the temporary high of performing this act of Vengence would not last as long as she would like..but for the moment she was satisfied.

Anything else you care to add?:

I don't expect she will ever breed...unless it is to function as a form of vengence. Forcing a mother who abandoned cubs to raise another's or to punish a cheating mate - it would have to be plotted out and RP worthy and more then one simple RP encounter, certainly it would have to be an extreme case where the nightmares or temporary visions would not work.

Since there are many out in the world of SOA who have been wronged in some fashion I expect that there would be a great deal of opportunity to enact Vengence and I would love to make Sorenna avalible for such things.

Username: Ravvlet
Have you read and do you agree to the rules?: Yes!
How many gods do your currently own?: 0
Prompt Response:

It was a hot, sunny day on the savannah. A dark form lay under the nearby shade of an acacia tree, its chest moving up and down slowly, breathing labored. The lion - for that is what it was - was sprawled across the dry grass almost carelessly, left for the buzzards. Fearsome wounds crossed his torso, a fine lacework of claw marks. Even through the shaggy coating of its mane it was obvious that its neck was bent at an odd angle. Stranger still, however, was that it was even alive to begin with. His tired gaze was locked on the water hole that was just out of reach.

Sorenna took this all in at a glance, wings folding neatly at her sides with a soft rustle. It hadn’t taken her long to find the mortal whose very essence called to something inside her - it had rung out across the plains like a bell; urgent, insistent, but quickly fading. While she cared not for the lion’s fate, it was clear that time was short. Death ended all unspoken debts. She was not on a mission of peace, however - she came instead on the brink of his final oblivion, a cup to be filled. Filled, and emptied again, to spill another’s blood across the ground. Her eyes held nothing as she approached, expression devoid of emotion. She waited for him to speak.

As she crossed the male’s line of sight, he tried rearing his head back in surprise - and hissed in pain instead. The rest of him lay unmoving, even as his eyes raked hers with a fire that sparked something in her expression. A hungry, violent flame. A need. From this angle she could see the puncture that had dampened his mane and caused it to cling to the wound. He was paralyzed, and probably bleeding out.

No, it wouldn’t be long now.

“Help me,” he wheezed. If he realized he lay before a goddess, he didn’t show it. He was blind to anything but pain, and started to cough; a horrible, rattling sound. When the fit ended, he continued - not as might have been expected, but certainly as Sorenna had hoped.

“My brother, he...” He took in a slow, painful breath, and recounted a story, in broken and half-articulated sentences. Of a pair of littermates, both upstanding members of a local pride. Of their mutual love for a young lioness. Of violence and betrayal. Sorenna did not care for his woebegone confessions of affection - it was soft, and foolish; it was what had brought this once-powerful hunter low. No, what spoke to her was the quiet rage in his words, the acidic way he referred to his sibling, the hatred blooming in his quickly failing heart. He stopped, finally, all his efforts concentrated on taking in the next breath.

The goddess leaned in close, a whisper blowing hot against his ear. “Let me be your champion,” she purred. She felt giddy, high, overflowing with purpose. His pulse was like candy on her tongue, and each beat of his heart was like another hit. His hatred washed over her like a cleansing fire. She flared her wings, but didn’t leave. The final thing she required from this piteous specimen before her was his blessing.

The lion paused for the barest of moments, finally letting out a whistling sigh. “Yes." He closed his eyes.





Sorenna had not waited to see if the lion ever opened those eyes again. She had what she had wanted - a mission, a geas; perhaps even a final plea. She took to the skies, heart filled with a blinding fury; finding passion in this borrowed hate.

The brother was easy to find, and she eventually came upon him in the glowing light of the moon. Hunting; alone. Providing for his new family, no doubt. The goddess cared not for their fate- let jackals tear their hides, and vipers feed at their mouths. She approached on foot, a slow, sure smile spreading across her maw as the lion fell suddenly, a fine lacework of claw marks coating his pelt. She reigned in her power, held back, and didn’t award him that final injury - no, death was not as satisfying.

She came to his side, as she had his brother before him, and breathed out gently along his ear. With the breath came whispers; horrible, insidious things. They burrowed their way into his mind, lulled him into an uneasy sleep, and unleashed their true purpose.

The goddess of vengance took wing to a lonely cacophony of pained, terrified yowls. He could escape true oblivion, but he would never be rid of this unlikely boon. The night terrors would ride him to his grave, and the last sounds he would hear would be his brother's wheezing sigh.

The bright moon blinded her to the rest of the night sky, instead presenting a black, empty void. She was a vessel, and had fulfilled her purpose. The cost of using her powers was draining- but it paled compared the growing feeling of incompleteness that overcame her, as the last vestiges of those burning-hot emotions faded. She would rest, and she would take wing again. To find another; to feed. To avenge.



Anything else you care to add?: I'm trying to get into RPing in SoA again - I don't have many lions, but I really find this goddess/concept to be interesting and potentially very fun! I don't have any real intention to change her nature, as I like that it's very raw and elemental. I would love to work with other players to use her powers to further their plots and help me as a player get to 'know' her better! After all, a lot of betrayal tends to go down in the savannah, and it's actually really great that she has no inclination to pride or other loyalties, as she would never have to 'settle down' and could mete out revenge just about anywhere.

Username: Pearlyblue
Have you read and do you agree to the rules?: Absolutely
How many gods do your currently own?: 1 (Speed)
Prompt Response:

"What... What do you want?"

This mortal had some guts. Where so many of them just cowered before her, this one looked her right in the eye - albeit distinctly wary. Sorenna noticed it the way she might notice a mosquito bite: It flitted across her awareness but didn't stick.

In response, she merely pulled her lips back to reveal a little too much fang for her expression to be called a smile, and met the mortal's gaze with almost seductively lidded eyes.

"Oh, but this is not about what I want." Her voice was somewhere between a purr and a soft growl. "I have come to hear what you want."

He took one tentative step back. "What I want?"

She observed him, but didn't stir an inch. "Yes, dearie." She paused for a moment, gave him a little time to wonder. "You have been wronged, haven't you? Someone has made you very, very angry." She felt her blood begin to rush when his eyes suddenly looked beyond her, into his own memories, and his expression darkened deliciously.

She softly took one step towards him. Her skin tingled with anticipation, and the sensation made her purr - a quiet, ominous sound from deep within her chest.

"Tell me. What kindled this flame in you? This fire that eats at you, burns and stings you so that you can find no rest even in sleep, this bitter pain that makes your food turn to ash in your mouth? Tell me." She took another step, thrilling at how her words made his face grow darker, his jaw clench with anger.

Her voice lowered to barely more than a whisper, trembling with barely contained rage. "Tell me. What is it that chafes and pricks you, night and day? Who thrust this thorn into your soul? What have you suffered? Tell me."

Finally, he looked up at her again, and she felt her heart leap at the sight of the dark flame that burned in his eyes. Oh, yes.

"My brother's mate. She never liked me, but she went too far when she let her petty feelings lead her to..." He paused, and his gaze turned inward again as the dark flame leapt deliriously in his eyes. "...She destroyed my son! She hurt him just to hurt me, because she knows she can't touch me in person." His voice was low, controlled, but thick and heavy with hatred and anger. Sorenna shivered with anticipation as he went on. "She took him into the woods and left him there. Told him the hyenas would get him if he cried. We found him after two days, barely alive, and he hasn't been the same since. Starts at every little thing and won't say a word above a whisper. If anyone should burn, it should be her, not me. That female is a monster."

Sorenna laughed, a mirthless, threatening, throaty sound. "Indeed. And I shall grant this for you." He looked up at her suddenly, with so much dark joy that it made her laugh again. "I will make sure she feels every second of what your son suffered, alone and abandoned in the dark forest. I will trap her in a nightmare of fear and torment. Rest assured," she paused, gazing deep into his hungry eyes. "You will have vengeance."

"Oh, goddess..." He gasped, gazing deeply into the hate-filled voids that were her eyes, as if he saw something beautiful in them. "Thank you! Thank you!"

"Oh," she purred softly, "no need to thank me, dearie."

The first strike, as if by an enormous, invisible paw of unfathomable strength, landed right across his face. He staggered back, eyes suddenly groggy with confusion and pain. "What... What...?" The other blow hit the side of his head, a sharp, invisible claw raking across his cheek leaving a streak of dripping scarlet behind it. He yelped and cowered. "Goddess! Wait! I don't understand!"

Sorenna flexed her wings a little and draped her tail neatly across her paws, not for a moment halting the hail of invisible blows that beset the lion before her, tossing him around like a dead baby antelope. "You don't? You don't know what it feels like for a cub when a big strong male starts to 'teach him to behave'? You don't know the pain and anguish you caused your brother's son when you beat him within an inch of his life because you didn't like the way he spoke to you?" Her eyes flared with rage. "Or have you already forgotten that little incident? Well, the cub's mother has not. Nor will the cub, ever, I think." Her voice rose to a hateful growl. "It is only fair that you should suffer the same! Pathetic little mortal, only able to strike out at those who can't strike back! Well, I can strike out at anyone, anywhere, and vengeance will be served!"

When the lion was well and truly pummeled, and lay panting and bleeding and occationally whimpering on the ground, Sorenna got up and walked over to him, gently leaning down to whisper soothingly in his ear:

"Don't worry, dearie. I will give you vengeance, just like I said. And do remember that I always listen. Raise your son well, and make sure that he knows who to hate, who to blame. Don't ever let him forget what was done to him. Make sure to kindle the flames of hatred in him as well, and in time, when his thirst for revenge is sincere enough, I will be back to hear him, too." She raised her head with another throaty, mirthless laugh. "I can see this go on for a good, long time yet." She tilted her head slightly to the side as she unfolded her wings. "So... Thank you, I suppose."

Then, with a bloodthirsty grin and a mighty beat of her wings, she was gone.

Anything else you care to add?: eh, no, nothing, really. I got inspiration and wanted to write it out... But if I were to actually win her, I'd love to help other people's plots along. She's a deliciously dark character, isn't she?
Edit: Hey, I just thought of something. What would happen if someone wanted revenge on Sorenna? Universe-exploding paradox?
Nah, she'd probably just dismiss them... Stupid mortals don't understand how the game is played.