Name: @saffisara AKA (Captain) Sassafrass
Class: Shapeshifter, Heir to The Six Mountains Throne
Fealty: #thealliance
Bio: The Snow Leopard
The Alliance - The Snow Leopard: Captain Sassafrass
The General flings open the curtain on her tent. Short of breath, he manages to yell, "Captain!
Get your squad ready and let's go, NOW!"
@saffisara nods to her small elite class of Six Mountains warriors and they fall in behind her. "What's the rush, where are we going?"
As they jog hastily toward The Songbird, @tattoodjay explains a little about what he has been doing the past few weeks with X40L1N and how #thealliance is forming. How he believes that there may be hope, after all, for the dismal future most believe is in store for the planet...
@saffisara was born to The Snow Leopard Clan in The Six Mountain Nation. It was what would be recognized a millenia ago as a conglomerate of Sweden, Norway, and Finland. After WW III, the countries combined to form The Six Mountain Nation. Each of the tallest peaks had a clan that represented them on the 6 Mountain Council.
That council and The Six Mountain Nation has prevailed for hundreds of years in their combined strength and unity. Every half of a century, as evolution would have it, a shapeshifter would be born of one of the six clans that would be the ultimate say in the council and represent them all in the Earth Senate. Sort of a king or queen, but their humility wins the following of the population of all the clans very easily.
It was hard for @saffisara growing up, especially as a teenager. Before she knew she was a shapeshifter, she often was wooed by suitors from all the clans. The attention received was almost too much. Everything changed for her the night of her first actual date that she got pushed into. Some lowlife that kept asking and asking and asking. She didn't want to go to begin with, but because she was simply tired of the incessant proposals, she agreed to go. As the evening passed, he became more and more frisky to the point of forcing himself on her. In a panic of a struggle, she ended up stabbing him with her car door key in the neck.
"Self-defense," she thought. She was beside herself and ran away from the scene of the mishap, blood from the fresh kill still wet on her coat in the brisk evening air. Blood gives off a scent you see, one that was picked up on by a rabid pack of dogs. They began chasing her and she started running as fast she could, darting around the maze of the town, not even sure where she was going. Ultimately, she found herself cornered in a mountain crevice near the old graveyard on the outskirts.
The first dog bite was the worst and sent excruciating pain throughout her entire body. That pain forced a change in her as she let out a war cry and shriek not heard in almost 50 years. It echoed throughout the canyons and the dogs froze as she changed into a cunning and ferocious snow leopard. The dogs all attacked in fear and hunger but they were no match for the newly found reflexes, strength and speed she had. She finished them off in no time, payed her respects to the dead and ventured back towards town.
Within the short few hours she was gone, the town had notified the council of the sounds from the valley and were assembled to decipher who it was that had made the cry. A cry heard only every half of a century or so. They were all assembled in the town square as she approached them, the sticky blood decorating her torn coat with patches of dog hair and dirt.
The Six Mountains Clan's leader knew, as soon as she was within the wind's wisp of her scent, that it was her. He approached her, bowing his head and slid the ancient gauntlet from his arm. The townspeople and rest of the council all began to gather around her and their leader as they both dropped to their knees in front of each other - his out of respect, hers out of weariness. He handed her the vestigal 6 Mountains Bracer and she stared at it, knowing of it's power from folklore, but to have it? "This will allow you to control and focus your gift," he said staring up into her ice-blue eyes...
They can hear the commotion and gunfire in the distance. The steady rain will keep their approach quiet. The Captain gives signals to her squad to accompany JJ as she fleets to the nearby buildings. She scales the walls like Cat-Woman with an agility unknown to modern man. She awaits The General's approach, however anxious seeing the unknown figures standing with one she did recognize. @tattoodjay wasn't joking, it really was a sight to behold. And to see K-Pop in the thick of a battle?
She can see @tattoodjay is almost in position for a rear assault on the Hadish horde. She was rather in awe of the smooth motions @enginewitty displayed in battle and saw that @michaeldavid was no slouch either. The two moved together separately but fluidly combined like two strong currents of the same river that formed a powerful inescapable undertow. She also noticed that the Major was getting in a few good licks as well and for some reason, her arm was tingling about her wrist. A welcoming warming sensation that comforted her arrival. "Who are these people?" she thought. Seeing The General now in position, they flared their nostrils and engaged the Hadish alongside the other Alliance members.
@saffisara was amazed at how well they all melded in the skirmish. Each trusting the other as if they'd all been fighting together for decades. According to The General, it had only been a few months and she jumped right into the mix without skipping a beat, complimenting her new allies' attacks and positions. It didn't take long for the combination of her elite warriors and #thealliance to subdue the oncoming horde.
Then the ground beneath their feet began to rumble, and it wasn't thunder this time. They all looked at each other and up and down the alley. It felt almost as if there were tremors from an earthquake jostling their stances. Then a voice from above caught their attention.
"Hey you fucking idiots! You got about 2 minutes to get on my ship and anyone that ain't on it,
their dumbass gets left behind!" Still muttering to himself and rushing back over to the ledge on his club, @goldenarms looks across the city from his vantage point and sees what is coming. A massive horde heading straight for The Songbird and in the middle is a Hadish Demon. He knows they aren't to be taken lightly as he's had his own run-ins with the bastards on several occasions. He had yet to meet anyone that bested a horde led by one of the Demons...
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