Broken
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Name: Suravi Kala
Nicknames: Ravi
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Species: Bengal Tiger
Birthplace:Bangladesh
Height: 6'8
Weight: 175 lbs
Body Type: Slightly curvy with sleek muscle definition. Long limbs and torso.
Facial Structure: Flat - Humanoid. Plump lips, large eyes
Coloration: Nearly fully onyx with antique gold striping, 3 on each cheek, hips, sides of the legs and arms, across back and tail
Hair: Antique Gold that falls to midback, slight curl with black feathers and other trinkets woven within
Eyes: Molten gold
Diet: Raw meats
Sexuality: Unknown
Relationship: None
Occupation: 'Hunter', bone gatherer, Slave
When Angered/Upset:Mind struggles to suppress wild nature. Off balance and unpredictable. Drum beat that she hears when she is under stress/angered.
Scars: None
Color Chart: Here
Gifts: None
Master: None -
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Warning, slight sexual and gore content
No one cares for beginnings. About small villages and quiet rises to power. A pretty face, blossoming. A lean body moving through silken shadows to deliver darts of poison to unlucky prey. The feasts of celebration where sweat shining body undulated to drum beats with ancient gold coins and bleached ivory bones sewn to silk chimed a siren's song. No one remembers the way gold eyes caught the gaze of the man in power through the black smoke of a great fire.
No one wants to hear the way the greatest huntress of the village allowed his strong hands clasp a golden chain around her slender throat in the quiet of the night and the dark of the great hut. How she was stronger, smarter, faster, but how she crawled on her knees to him. How she rose slow and entangled him over the years, how she proved herself his greatest asset, his right hand, the jewel of his kingdom. She slept on plush pillows with silken sheets, tangled with the bestial man she adored.
People tend to turn away when she insists that she earned it all. She cleaned his messes both physical and with poisons, she learned a new language to trade with outsiders to assure the survival of his people, no one went hungry when she attended the hunts. She was the village, she was the family, the friend, the protector. The Goddess.
She is dismissed when she speaks of the friend, the sister. The venomous viper that had wormed her way into her life. The one who as teenagers, had hunted by her side. Her closest confidant. The jealous wretch who had faked every laugh, painted on every smile. The one who's hate exploded the night the Bengal disappeared into the Leader's hut, and in the years following it boiled and grew.
But what is remembered, what is listened to and brought to attention was the night the 'Goddess' fell....
It was dark when Suravi returned home, her lean body speckled in blood from the prey she had slung over her shoulder. She smiled that bright grin from black lips and handed off the meat to one of the villagers to be butchered and quietly slipped into the hut that had been hers and the Leaders for several years. She intended to surprise him. He always adored the scent of blood on her. Nearly toward the room, she heard small intimate giggles that were far too familiar.
She slid her dark body up against the door frame and peered within. Her lover, her leader, her life... laid sprawled and waiting. And the villainous bitch that had paraded as her friend was there, across the room and dancing for him, but she was smiling, speaking vile words.
"It has to be tonight, my love. The foreign traders are waiting just on the jungle's edge. We must take her by morning's light. She will be gone forever, and you may have me." The words cooed out before she drifted to the man, crawled over him to place a kiss upon his lips. His obvious desire made Suravi's gut lurch and jaw clench. He should have put the woman to the fires for such talk. But he was too busy trying to pluck the fabric away from the other woman's shoulders. "Anything you want," he uttered with clear distraction.
"After she is gone, My God. I must prepare," and the bitch lifted away from him. As she did, Suravi moved to leave the hut. After several steps away, she turned and pretended to be just arriving. Her eyes locked onto her 'friend' as she exited Ravi's home, and this time, she was the one who painted a bright, welcoming grin upon her lips. "Arylis," she purred in greeting and managed not to tear the woman's face off with her teeth as she leaned to press a kiss to the other's cheek. The other tigress did not meet her gaze for more than a moment. "Forgive me, it is late, I must sleep," she uttered and hurried off. As Suravi watched her, that smile slowly faded into a scowl and she moved like a predator into the hut once more.
Fingertips clutched a small vial as she moved to put her hunting things away and slipped it within the folds of the silks she changed into. She came to him smiling, he still laying atop the mountain of plush pillows and silk.
"I've been waiting for you," he boomed out with lecherous grin and his finger lifted to beckon her closer. "Goddess, come show your God devotion." The predatory way she moved toward him was viewed as seduction, the scowl on her face confused with sexual intensity. She crawled across the pillows and over him, thighs parted on either side of his hips. Her own rolled over him tauntingly several times until he grew too eager and held them still to thrust himself within, not bothering removing her hunting leathers. She didn't feel the pain, she was numb. She rode him, rolled her body in the way that feasted his eyes on the sight, his fingers left her hips to smear the speckles of nearly dried prey-blood over her body in tribal marks.
She waited, until he grasped the tips of her antique gold hair woven with raven feathers, and his eyes closed in ecstasy. Her fingers were quick to grasp the vial she'd gathered, the most toxic of all the poisons in her possession. And when his mouth opened to utter that rolling moan, she dumped the entire vial into his mouth. Fingers found his throat and his nose, pinching his nose closed while the other hand massaged his throat to force the substance down before he could spit it.
It was over quickly after that, he stared up at her with glassy eyed horror as his body convulsed beneath her. She stared down at him, listening to the drums playing outside and the silhouettes of the dancing villagers rolled through the high windows and over the walls like demons. "You wove this," she told him just before he stopped moving entirely and the light fled his gaze. She slipped away from him then. His body covered with a sheet as if he'd simply fallen asleep.
She went to the bath house, the hut built partially over a hot spring that served as a proper bath. She slipped within and soaked away the blood and smell of him off of her. She carefully pulled scented oil through her fur until it gleamed like black fire and the gold held a proper metallic sheen. She carefully dressed in a new set of dancer silks, lined with intricately carved bones. She replaced the raven feathers in her hair with fresh, unsullied ones. The sun was threatening the horizon by the time she finished all her preparations and sat in a chair waiting for Arylis, and heard the timid knocking upon the door.
Arylis was not expecting Suravi, it was obvious by the way she momentarily stepped backward and peered cautiously into the hut. "You aren't sleeping?" she asked, laughing. Ravi had to give her credit for keeping the surprise out of her voice. "Nightmares," was the coy answer that rolled from the Bengals lips as she gestured the other woman in. "Come, have some tea with me." The woman did not say no. She held hope that perhaps the Leader had a plan for this. Arylis peered into the bedroom as they passed it, seeing the man upon the bed of pillows, looking peacefully asleep.
Ravi looked over her shoulder at the woman. "He is worn out. I am sure he will wake soon. I assume you came to speak with him about our dwindling supplies," she offered the woman a reason to be there and she quickly nodded her head. "Yes, yes that," Arylis answered and Ravi laughed and gestured to the table like a gracious hostess. Tea had already been prepared, dosed with a paralytic. She slid the cup over to the other woman who drank it unthinking.
As she did, Ravi turned to fetch the large, sharp knife she had set upon the counter. By the time she turned, Arylis had a wide eyed stare with teacup fallen to the floor and shattered. Ravi's head tilted to the side as she observed her, watching as her eyes struggled to shift and flicker. "Did you think that you could take what was mine?" she asked the woman who clearly was incapable of answering her. "Did you truly think that someone as small and insignificant as you could possibly take my place?" She saw the strained look Arylis gave toward the bedroom and shook her head. "He was small and insignificant too."
Ravi had cracked, her mind shattered and she moved to slide herself onto the other woman's lap, looking her deep in the eyes. "No one takes from a Goddess," she whispered and slashed the knife deep across the others throat. But she didn't stop there, she couldn't. Rage, heartbreak and madness had consumed her and she kept cutting, kept stabbing until she and the mutilated body were both on the floor and her fingers had grasped the hair of her fallen friend to bring it up to her own face. "You should have known better." There were tears then, fallen over her cheeks as the betrayal finally fully settled in.
Pain overwhelmed and she, completely dazed by it, lifted her bloodied self up from the floor and numbly walked to the door of the hut. When she flung it open, the whole village stood before it, staring at her in horror. Ravi's golden gaze, shell shocked, looked over the sea of familiar faces that had come to watch her be hauled away in chains, not covered in blood. They had been led to believe the outsiders would raid their village if one was not given over. One sacrificed for the good of all.
The sea of shocked people parted to allow what was only a very small caravan of perhaps five foreigners to come straight up the middle to the bloodied woman. There was not a word spoken, by anyone. The whole town was deathly silent as the men took what they'd been promised. Ravi did not resist the chains that were clasped around her wrists and ankles, nor the collar that was clamped over her neck with leash attached.
She did not look back as she was lead out of the village and the only sound heard was the shuffle of boots and the sudden wave of her own sobs as the event finally overwhelmed her.
