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Yasheel
Bonded to: Tylhar (never grown to adult stage as of 6.28.21, may move on to another location for an actual bond, ** 2022 images were found, will remove if requested)
Age: 14956 Sex: Female
Soul Name: yasheel Known By: self, Awlvon, everyone who understands high ones have no privacy
Mate Status/Sex Preference: Recognized and Lifemated to Awlvon, straight
Children: more than one or two, but most dead ages ago. Will probably Recognize him again and have more, once they're stable | Awlvon gives her Touch (also known as Telomir), but then she Recognizes Hush, who she knows has just-a-drop of cat blood while in a heated argument about the latest arrivals to their Holt; their daughter is Mindstorm, who is raised by her father since Yasheel is then sent away
Parents/Relatives: long gone first comers
Height: 6'2" Build: very tall, lean, wiry
Hair Color, Length, Style: white-silver, with platinum shades in the sun, very long fluffy and topknotted
Eye Color, Size, Shape: dark green, large, round
Skin Tone: medium tan, burns, normally fair without sun
Voice Quality: high, sharp
Clothing -- Summer: leather long-sleeved tunic, fur cloak, high boots, in shades of yellows and pale greens
Clothing -- Winter: same
Jewlery Worn, Made: hair ornaments, and makes wooden things
Tatoos/Markings/Scars: none visible
Pets/Animals Kept: none
Notable Posessions: staff which is topped with a shard of the original palace's matter, which was shaped by a long-dead first comer, this is a very powerful artifact that attracts magical attention and glows strongly to anyone with good Magic Feeling
Holt Function: tree-shaper, flier, keeper of magic
Magic? How Powerful? Sending 12/10, Magic Feeling 8/10, Plant Shape 10/10, Levitation 7/10
Climate/Locations Preferred: forests, large caverns, spring and fall seasons
General Likes: peace and quiet, meditation, focused people
General Dislikes: loud noises and lots of people (except children, she loves them), distractions
Fears/Worries: Those humans... they may have learned a thing or two in the many thousands of years they've slept. she is paranoid that somehow they remember her...
Special Strange Info: she slept the most shallow of the group, her touch with the palace allowed her to listen in on the plants and keep track of whether anything or anyone was near
Basic Personality: a bit arrogant, but she definitely keeps herself in check when there are people around. she is disgusted and concerned with the half-blooded elves that have come about, though she knows they're still elves she feels sorry for them that they're doomed to live a mortal life (no matter how long). She's excessively spiritual.
How they feel about
Humans: hate and fear, paranoid
Elves -- herders: she can help them keep those goats and sheep in check!
Elves -- magic users: aren't they all? oh - they aren't? what's happened to the world...
Elves -- bond-riders: (holds hands to throat and says nothing)
Trolls, etc: those little things are nothing but trouble, the palace says so
Bond Animal Info if any: hybrid saa/bipedra
Yasheel stood impatiently (when was she ever patient?) as these odd creatures milled about. She had the impression that this would be a more formal affair, but then she hadn't really entertained listening to Apogee regarding the process. Plus, it seemed that this hatching was far less organized than that which Apogee had described, her own bonding along side Squall's was more or less a ceremonial event. Why couldn't this one be such?
Since she was reasonably distracted in her own thoughts, Yasheel failed to notice when an adorable tan colored saa went up to Bowcrescent (she was sure she sensed the taint of half-blood on him, but he was a handsome young elf).
At the same time, a half-rainbow marked sister was making her way to Yasheel, having completely ignored everyone else. ~Hybrids aren't so bad, are they?~ she asked timidly.
Startled, Yasheel turned to see ... a creature with two heads looking up at her with four eyes.
But... Something far more intruded on her mind: that he adored her, without pause and without qualifying, and he was afraid she'd reject him.
"They... well, you are not, Tylhar, you are definitely not."
*** (story shared on Hush's page)
They had been a tribe of riders, dragon riders, for hands of hands of hands. Even the eldest of them were settled into the routines of flying, hunting, patrolling with them. But there was still contention. Because while there were Trolls and even Humans among this tribe, there was at least one elf who still believed that the Elves had no business associating with either. Or, as she put it still, 'taint their blood' with animals or other things'. It was true that there were wolfriders, cat blooded elves like himself, and even other stranger bits and bobs here and there in the Holt. But though they had proven their worth time and time again with their sharp senses or their unusual abilities among the group of pure-bloods, one elf continued to deride and complain.
That elf was Yasheel, and Hush had her name in his soul since he was born.
It took the events of one particular arrival to trigger it, but Yasheel finally and sincerely crossed the line. It was a heated meeting, and even her own tremendously odd two-headed dragon bond balked when she said it.
The group of Wolf-blooded elves had come not merely from the far south, but the distant times - and it bothered Yasheel that their Preserver had chosen to remain with them standing guard until more recently to awaken them. They claimed it was a ground-quake that would have crushed their coccoons, and Yasheel...
Yasheel spat out, "best to have left them in their tomb then," and when everyone in the Aerie council room gasped, added, "your taint should be removed from the world forever," she spat, glaring with her big green eyes. before being struck dumb by the one person she might have allowed nearer her.
No, not Awlvon. Their lifemating had been dissolved hands and hands before. He was too interested in all of these disparate creatures, and she... still was repulsed.
Except by Hush, who even then she saw still that drop drop drop of cat-blood, genes mixed in where 'they shouldn't have been'.
"We have seen the truth of our kind through so many eyes," Hush said, standing carefully but with a strange menace, a 'hush' over the assembled elves. He was present with his sire and they were archiving the newcomers' information. The 'elders' arrived because they always did - for some reason they'd always declared themselves arbiters of 'whatever'. But now that the Mothermoon Holt was to be established, Yasheel had simply gone well beyond her typical steaming hatred and actually angered Apogee as well. "Why can you not see that we are all of the same blood?"
Yasheel was about to say something caustic, but Hush then said, in one strangely magical forceful manner, "Yasheel," and they were Recognized. She felt her own soul be pierced by his, and she knew she spoke his soul-name in return, dartah, but no one else heard it. Such was the strength of mind that this cat-blooded youth had.
A room full of extremely powerful elves, and yet not one of them knew what happened beyond 'they just Recognized?'
Hush gave Yasheel an ultimatum. Pair with him as Recognition demanded, bear the child, and in that two turns of the seasons either become a person worth having mother that child, or leave.
And in the end, Yasheel left.
Mindstorm was a healthy child, beloved by her father and his family, and pretty much everyone else. But Yasheel took her 'hybrid freak twoheaded dragon' with her, when she vanished into the woods. Where she went, only she knows, and no one is looking for her. If her dragon ever comes back, it will be alone, because everyone knew that he barely withstood her endless tirades too...
Yasheel has been made to forget the birth of this child, though she knows in the back of her mind that Mindstorm exists. But so powerful is Hush's ability, it is unlikely that the plant shaper will ever return looking for her 'family', even Touch is ... somewhat relieved that his mother is gone.
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Sponsor/Bond: Yasheel
Name: Tylhar (gift of the stars)
Gender: Male
Type: Zalor-Bipedra/SaaShiyovi Hybrid
Adult size: 4' 6" at the shoulder
Parents: Eikida x Nova
Abilities: Star Shower, Star Blast, Telepathy, Teleportation
Basic Personality: Subdued, artful, clever
** 2022 as the other from this clutch since these were never officially handed out but the images are obviously done, I'll remove it if needed but otherwise I can't just sit with it on my hard drive..