Rasheeka Sayad - The Forsaken One Nov 10, 2015 2:30:47 GMT
Post by Rasheeka on Nov 10, 2015 2:30:47 GMT
'My name is Rasheeka Sayad
To my people, my name is Yateem Waheedat.'
Species: Sadakat Tawil(Companion - Tall)
Age: Young Adult
Roomlet(Roommate, essentially): N/A
Delirious, Tends to speak to inanimate objects, Rather outrageous about certain things, Prideful, 'Geeky', Rambler, Coward, Curious, Listener, Picky, Spokesperson,
Defensive, Defiant, and Slow
I want you to imagine a place
A large empty place
That is constant heat
And constant grit
This place is what you call a desert
It's not home to many, and the creatures who live there are always fighting to get an upper-hand in survival
Life in the desert is a constant struggle, but for those who can afford the simpler pleasures that you or I can have,
They will take advantage of what they can.
Rasheeka was born in a colony of Sadakats, a group of around fifty or more
Their hierarchy was set up in a strange fashion, that went something akin to this:
Knowledge is the ultimate power you could ever have.
And if you hold the key to a place with Knowledge, you are of value.
It was an Aristocratic society, where you were judged by what you knew, and if you had access to important books, scrolls, and tomes.
Now, most of these bundled pieces of parchment were locked away, as to not get damaged by the sand that continuously poured into the burrows the Sadakats would try to create.
That is where the Keys would come in.
Important families would snatch up Keys, in hopes of being given food, supplies, or 'insurance', in exchange for access to a Key, which would open whatever hold the Knowledge was kept in.
And these Holds were also divided among families, but they were not as valuable, as they were locked away, totally useless in their current state.
Those who had a Key to a Hold could come and go as they wished, so the Holds fell to less important families.
Such as Rasheeka's.
Now, as you could guess, her family was on the lower end of the chain, and because of this, it was much more difficult for them to make a living.
If you were lucky, you could get a small burrow inside of a tunnel-system, deep within hills of sand and grit, far away from the sun and it's merciless heat.
If you had a Hold, you had an option of living at it's entrance, as they were always below the surface.
Rasheeka's family did not want this, as those who did this ended up looking needy, as if they needed 'Help'.
In the vast Wasteland, you never asked for help.
It was a sign of weakness.
In Sadakat society, you either fought and clawed for a place out of the sun, or you stayed up there.
Rasheeka's father decided to stay up there, as a guard to one of the entrances to the tunnel-system that the colony resided in.
Her name meant 'Elegant Hunter', as she had a knack for finding things(Hunter), and was very pretty to look at(Elegant).
Rasheeka herself, stayed in a small nursery, underground with her mother, where she was fed meager amounts of food along with her siblings. Twelve eggs were laid, nine of which hatched.
She and only five others survived into adolescence, and only two others making it with her into 'adulthood'.
By that time, she had moved into Independence, her parents were able to get their claws on a small burrow for the two of them, and allowed Rasheeka to inherit the Hold, as she was the oldest surviving child.
This gave her a slight edge in moving up in Sadakat society, but she was still stuck. She couldn't move on, as she had to maintain the Hold's entrance, but she couldn't get inside, because she didn't hold a Key.
The one who held the key, was a male by the name of Iikfa, born into a High-Class family.
He knew very well which Hold his Key went too, and made it perfectly clear to Rasheeka, causing her to resent him, day by day.
Of course, he would always tell her, "Rasheeka, Sweet Sayad, you could get the Key if you wanted it. All you needed to do was become a Wife, and I would let you inside."
It always burned her, even though there was no sun down there.
Of course, she eventually gave in.
The advantages were too high, and she was hellbent on gaining access to the Hold, and the Knowledge within it's walls.
Thus, she became a Wife to the aristocrat.
A mere object in his family, and in the eyes of the Colony.
Merely something pretty to look at, and admire from afar.
Of course, she did not care.
She had her books finally!
And quickly went to work on reading and deciphering the texts she had in her possession, spending more time in the Hold then she did with her Mate, which made him rather irritated.
In Sadakat society, you were expected to follow your Mate's command and every whim, especially if they were above your class.
And Rasheeka was not about to sit down and be his pretty little doll.
So even when he tried to lock her in their spacious burrow, she would eventually get out, and go back to the Hold.
She would sometimes bring in some Hatchlings, reading aloud to them and helping them read the texts.
This also angered Iikhfa, as it was very Taboo to share texts outside of your immediate family.
Sayad broke a lot of Societal rules, so much so that Iikhfa threatened to forcefully sever their ties, leaving her without her precious Key.
This stopped her for a short while, but again, she went back to the Hold.
Now that he knew what controlled her, he would sometimes come by the Hold when she was there, trying to romance her, and make it clear that she was not a free spirited bird, allowed to roam her books and scrolls.
She was his Desert Jewel, who only he was allowed to possess.
This irritated her to no end, but she accepted her fate, being more careful of when she went to the Hold.
Soon though, Iikhfa got tired of trying to make her his, and began flirting with another female.
Rasheeka had no idea an affair was going on, and actually started to feel loving towards him, as Fate commanded.
She is a cruel mistress, and as Rasheeka started falling for the male she reluctantly married, he began ignoring her more often, instead going to meet with his other woman.
The affair went off almost without a hitch, the only thing that brought it to the light was Rasheeka walking in on Iikhfa and the strange female walking together, him nuzzling her as she spoke to him.
It broke Rasheeka's heart, and set into motion the events that shaped her into the Tawil she was when she first met her Superior.
She let them continue the relationship, still blissfully unaware of her Knowledge of the situation, all the while plotting ways to make her Unfaithful Mate pay the price.
It was not unusual for a high ranking male to have more than one mate, but to the female, it was the highest dishonor.
To most, at least.
Rasheeka felt no different.
She was a woman scorned, and in the worst fashion.
Soon, he even took away the Key, telling her to take a break, scoffing her for being so irritable.
That set it into stone for her:
She was going to kill Iikhfa.
She knew the consequences, and she knew what would happen.
She didn't care.
She set aside all of her logic and common sense, and was driven by only her rage, and high-strung emotions, throwing rationality to the merciless Desert Sun.
On one fateful night, when the Moon had risen and was bathing the Sands in her softer light, Rasheeka lured her mate to the Hold, him following all too eagerly, thinking she was wanting to appreciate his romantic advances and be a loving mate for once.
He didn't even see it coming.
She had grabbed a sharp tool used for carving into stone tablets, and stabbed him repeatedly, even when she knew he was dead.
She then sat there, staying with his body, the weapon still in her claws, tears beginning to roll down her face. Regret was setting in, but she held no remorse.
He had made the first mistake any of us could ever make. And he paid the price.
For Hell hath no Fury like a Woman Scorned.
She was then found, someone having seen the Hold door slightly ajar, and coming in to make sure no one had broken in, and called for help, where Rasheeka was then taken and put into a cramped burrow, deeper underground than she had ever been.
There she was kept until the Elders and High-Class had decided on their judgment, sentencing her to what was in her opinion the Ultimate Fate:
To have your ability to Communicate reduced to that of a bumbling Child, your Intelligence scattered, and being eternally banished from the Colony, never again to return, and to be an Eternal Mark on your Family and Hold.
She was also given a new name, never again to be called Rasheeka Sayad by any other Sadakat.
To them, she was as good as dead.
Cast outside to the Desert Sands to die on her own, being remembered as Yateem Waheedat, calling her an Orphan of their People, and an Only Daughter, meaning she was Alone.
And alone she was.
Endlessly wandering the Desert, babbling constantly to herself, memories of her past life fading as she walked in a mindless haze.
Doomed to die in the Sands, but this was not to be.
Fate guided the poor Lizard to a different place.
She was moved, she knew not where, and though the details are hazy to her, she wound up in the Second Realm.
She had no idea where she was, all she knew was that it was not hot and dry, and there was water, more water than she had ever seen.
It was a good place, and she intended to make it her home.
And then she saw the black haze in the Sky.