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Somethings just happened. Justified or not, that was the way of the different Galaxies. Some more than others. That didn't mean that it had to be okay. That one should lay back and let life screw you three ways from Sunday with a spork full of lemon juice. Of course not. But sometimes, there was no visible reason why things happened. People died and people lived. The evil won over the good, and then tripped over a rock and broke their jaw. Karma was one thing, revenge was another.
And that's exactly how the 'Valar' shifter came to be in this mess...
The turquoise sun rose and was followed by the orange and red, shadowing what was promising to be a nice, cool day into a murky, humid thing of nightmares. Creeping like a snake along the tops of the semi-hibernating trees - and those that refused to turn color - it inched closer and closer to the hillside settlement. Homes built of fallen trees, logs tied to make walls or mud and grass plastered to stick woven frames made up the main five buildings. or huts. Three were homes and one a market. Namely, a large building of wood and stone with one room for trading. There was currency involved, but it was perhaps as rare as a pink moon. The last building was of the same make. Sturdy and even held a few carvings. That was the home of the settlement laird.
The 'town mayor'. Though, once you were taken out of the city walls, there was no law but for what you brought upon yourself and those you lived with. If you lived with anyone. Most were removed from within the walls of Aman city with not but a bag of bread and the clothes on their back. Some were even removed as punishment for crimes. Anarchy bliss for those who wished for freedom of law, and a life of fear for others. Outside the walls of the city, no one was above another.
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That is, no one was below any other than the 'Valar'. A shifter of no life but one form. Yet not even a form of the planet she was born to. Alitetaal Resadlioh Ilasang - or Ashrun - was not like the other 'Amanali' shifters. They could run as a kirnbot, fly as a nighbyd and slither like a snake.
She, however, preferred the form of a chair or a piece of string. Hence her cursed name of 'Valar'. The life-less or un-dead. True, there was one form she could take. An earth red-panda. One she forced herself to learn as a child when a book was shown to her of the creature. Not scary or at all dreaded, the form was to hope for others to accept the existence of one such as her. Yet it only made them dislike her more. An outcast among the out-casted.
Still, even after the last 26 years without living within the walls of Aman, her own home was something most wished they had. Luxuries, due to her connections inside the city.
But not even the soft comfort of her bed or the cold stones could help her now. Not after what had been done but the night before.
A prank on the market place, pulling the lock from the doors to allow the critters inside. Not knowing one had left their goods behind to save on the travel time. Ruined breads and fruits, mangled adornments and many other items that caused the chaos to the lives of many. Neatly innocent, she had taken part in the nectars again. And with the children, opened the market doors the night before.
Luckily, she was not within the confines of her home when she was taken. None knew where it was due to how the people were not to be trusted and her home well hidden in plain view. Almost.
"You opened the market and allowed our half brothers to ravage our goods, disturbing the life of our home. Yet again, Valar." Alitetaal grimaced at the name and tried not to flinch at his accurate accusation from their laird Omnri. He stared down at her. A towering man in comparison to the little sprite. His word was law so long as she worked the tree tops with the others and ate the shared meal from their labors.
"....Not like I was trying t-..." a hand clapped over her mouth, forcing her from the grip of the guard that snagged her from the woods to bring her to the meeting. She fell back into the crowd, all who could grasped and pulled at her. Intending to do more harm before the guard took hold and pulled her back to meet her justice on the stand. The shouting and anger died down once more.
"Do not speak again, or you are to no longer have shared meals with us for a 80 moons. Now, confess and you will be punished mercifully." large hands signaled to his woman - a crass old cow that ate more than her share of the meals. The two shared a glance and Alitetaal ground her teeth, seething at the edges that they were to harm her. Again. The welts and cuts from their last judgement only just healed. The bruise to her face would remain a lot longer.
The old cow - a name she never cared to learn - brought forward a metal bar wrapped in cloth, nearly hesitant to hand it to her laird but did so anyways.
Alitetaal did nothing but cross her arms over her chest and turn her back to him. Chin high. Until the first blow fell to the top of her head, breaking off the twig stuck in her hair and knocking her to the ground once more. Still able to move, she saw the crowd move to rush at her. Intending on doing more than just a ritualistic beating. That was when something wet splashed on them. Giving the room a bit of a shock and Ashrun to use her own given name. Powder fulled the space she inhabited then, an instant 'poof' before a black cloud of pepper rose from where she once lay and made others choke or cough.
She felt the space about her turn and circle as she drifted up out of the room via a high window, knowing any attempt to shift and give chase was being thwarted by her attack on them. Leaving behind a room of coughing, sneezing Amanali.
But the day was just starting.
The wind caught Ashrun as she drifted away, turning her upside down and filtering through the trees as she drifted along. In a way, she wanted to hum at her freedom. But things were not safe just yet. After what happened, she had to move. There was no staying within the settlement she was with any longer. Perhaps leave and find another or be on her own for a while. No meal sharing. Just what she was able to find and plant or kill. Yeah. She ate her 'half brothers'. Not feeling part of the world did that to you. And some were delicious. Not all of them, but some.
The thought of food made her stomach growl. Or, what she felt shift through her body was like a growl. A painful circling that churned her insides and forced her to shift back with her usual pop. Which when taking her birth form was more like the sound of rice moving along inside a cylinder. But the change was too soon. Her body was stuck between half pepper cloud, half solid form. Legs were missing where her torso and up was intact. perhaps a few particles of herself was left behind somewhere? Making her form incomplete? Or perhaps it was her curse. Just one more thing that would remain long after she had changed back. If the petals of wood chips along the side of her brow and wing of metal on her back was not indication of sad curse, the arm that looked to be wires and gears was by far the most obvious.
But it wasn't the change in Alitetaal form that made her freeze in place and duck to the floor, her hands covering her head from flying bedris. It was the grounded air craft that had crashed much too close to her hidden home that was her main focus. And it looked to be from the city, which could only mean another purging.
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