Warchief Destiny Dew Day Cloud
Destiny Destiny Dew Day Cloud
Bishop nodded and moved from royal guard to royal guard between the two monarchies. The low set tables and a large carpet made from the softest most cushion like spider silk she’d ever felt. Two of the largest chairs in the house were set up for both the Warchief and the Sigcawu king. A raised platform was set up the two daughters, who both looked distant and bored. they didn’t linger long on their positions they soon stood up and went into the crowd with royal guard members following behind each of them. Zandi and Alicia were in an eating contest yet again. They were racing to see who could finish the war biscuits first. Zandi broke her biscuit in half and pressing them together between a slice of ram’s meat she’d pulled from the sea of gravy coated ram ribs which were bigger and thicker than her own. On the other end, Alicia was eating as much of the war biscuits directly as she could, which was taking its toll, as good as war biscuits were. They were very dry. After a few seconds she had to stop to drink as much gravy as she could scoop into her fingers. Macy wasn’t playing at all, she slowly dipped her biscuit into the gravy and took a rib bone for herself.
“Tell me Destiny. how have you been?” Father Nceba asked, Zandi’s eyebrow raised.
“As Warchief, queen and mother of my own trinity, there’s always trouble.” Destiny said.
“I have children of my own, five. Who have many children of their own? I understand completely.” He said with a smile.
“Yes, I now have my second grandchild from my first born.” Warchief Destiny said.
“It’s a wondrous feeling isn’t it?” Father Nceba said.
“It is, but I have so many children already.”
“Yes of course, but its special when it’s your own.”
The Warchief laughed softly and nodded her head. “I’m not going to say word either way.” She said smirking. they both laughed for a while.
“So, I didn’t know you know Bishop. And I like to know about the leadership on the territories below me.”
“Bishop helped the designers upgrade my son’s home directly. That was the first time I met him. Him and his brother. Then aid in the defence of my family when members of the Lupi territory attatcked.”
“Kidnapped your daughter, killing her husband. Heart breaking affair. I’m sorry for your loss,” Destiny said.
He sighed, “Don’t be, it ended as well a it could. There’s been conflicted between our two territories since I was a baby.”
“Any end in sight?” She asked smirking, her eyes looked different to Zandi all of a sudden, they reminded her of her uncle’s eyes when ever she looked at her.
He sighed, “Our people grow restless and these, the Lupi Father appears unwilling to co-operate. I fear, he favours war over peace.” He paused there and looked hard at the Warchief. “You have already been approached for aid, haven’t you?”
“Yes, we have, but we have rejected their offer, for now only.”
“Why reject it?” He asked.
“I feel it would not be beneficial to my people”
“How so?”
“Firstly, unlike other races and their environments out way of fighting as not greatly suited. Secondly unlike the Lupi trip your one of the three Sigcawu tribes living below the heaven’s needle provoking a conflict would create issues as you may retaliate, and you wouldn’t have to move far to do it.”
“I see clearly now. Any property damage and casualties would not b worth the offer.”
“Yes, if only the offer were bigger serious consideration might have gone into it. You see Nceba, I know your not a foolish man. I know the reason you are here instead of some sort of representative is because you really wanted to see me. I wanted to see you too. Which is why I came myself instead of sending one of my daughters.
“Are you a fan of Sigcawu entertainment?” He asked. she watched him so slowly at first and relaxed slowly into he seats.
“I would be lying if I said I knew too much about it. but the little I’ve seen has been very impressive.”
“Good then allow me the opportunity, no, honour to add to that small amount.”
“As you will, I assume we’ll continue later.”
“If you will. I assume we’ll continue then so be it, but I must confess, I feel I need a moment for my thoughts, we are talking about a war.”
“Indeed.” She replied smirking and turning to Zandi who had been watching wide eyed. She’d heard everything and understood basically nothing, only that her father had been involved and been helful, someone had died and that was all she knew. the war chief called her over and picked her up. she was very strong, she hadn’t expected to be picked up at all, not at her age. she called the other two girls and sat then on each of the chair’s arms.
Physical Description
Facial Features
She has some of the most gentle features in the world, her gentle eyes, slow, gentle movements that make her feel like she is just the friendliest person in the world.
Mental characteristics
Education
She has had an army of tutors, almost all of which she kept for most of his life.
Employment
She is the Warchief, or queen of the Black Air Raiders within the Crystal Ram Horn Tribe.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Winning the support of the Sky Jaguar tribe's members along with their lands, most of which is held by the Crystal Ram Horn tribe.
Intellectual Characteristics
She is super intelligent and a mother who has chases wisdom in the same way a soldier chases the ability to fight because her life is a war and she believes her life a war.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Her prime motivation is wealth and growth, she is not selfless as she genuinely believes in her possession of these lands and her people as her own. They are not puzzle pieces but they are 'parts of her, limbs, which must be under her command'
She's not motivated, she is compelled to ensure their growth.
There is only growth. She will bleed for their welfare, she will die for their welfare but at the same time she will kill for their welfare. She knows what it is to look good. She knows what it is to inspire, to play the field, to sacrifice and it is all on her to make her children believe as strongly as she does.
Every ruler, every leader knows the difficult fact, that their children do not have the same motivations that they do and will not move in the same manner as them.
She has worked too hard to let that fail and will ensure that her children push on that same vision, in the same manner as she. Even if it means killing one of her own.
She's not motivated, she is compelled to ensure their growth.
There is only growth. She will bleed for their welfare, she will die for their welfare but at the same time she will kill for their welfare. She knows what it is to look good. She knows what it is to inspire, to play the field, to sacrifice and it is all on her to make her children believe as strongly as she does.
Every ruler, every leader knows the difficult fact, that their children do not have the same motivations that they do and will not move in the same manner as them.
She has worked too hard to let that fail and will ensure that her children push on that same vision, in the same manner as she. Even if it means killing one of her own.
Hygiene
Hygiene is not an option for her, she is royalty, there is nothing she can just 'leave behind'
It would literally be something that would get people of her royal guard executed if, anything of the sort to happen, including her own blood.
It would literally be something that would get people of her royal guard executed if, anything of the sort to happen, including her own blood.
Social
Family Ties
Daughters:
Known Languages
Xhosa, Zulu
Current Location
Species
Ethnicity
Honorary & Occupational Titles
The Warchief
Year of Birth
291 UA
63 Years old
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Golden Brown
Hair
Long dreadlocks which reach past her shoulders, occasionally being tied up behind her back
Height
1,6m
Weight
65kg
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