WindDancer & ShadowChaser
WindDancer & ShadowChaser (pic found at ElfQuest
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Created from a Deamon Queen & an unwilling Wolfrider male.
She is a created creature not even meant to exist. She has many overlapping scars on her back from the bite of whips. There was a prophesy amoung the Deamon kind that one will come into existance able to utterly destroy the hated Devil race they have warred against for so long that none even remember the why of it.
Her Creator had somehow figured out how to bring this weapon into existence. She found and managed to capture a Wolfrider on a distant world, and forced a mating that resulted in the birth of WindDancer.
Her father's people came into existance in this way:
Long ago when the High Ones came to the world of Two Moons, their magic was weak, and the new world was against them. There was one who's magic was strong tho, and she withdrew more and more into the world to learn to help her people survive this harsh new world. She was Timmain and she was a shapeshifter. She took the shape of the wolves that ran on that world and became more and more like them. One day she birthed two cubs from the pack leader, one looked like a wolf cub, the other looked like a furry elf, he was named Timmorn. Timmain eventually left him with her former people and returned to the wolf pack. From Timmain is descended the Wolfriders. From his littermate was descended the wolves that bond with them.
She lived for 150 yrs amongst the Deamon kind. Not loved and only looked upon as a weapon, a tool to be used against the Devils. There is one Deamon who never looked upon her that way. Not that he had any love for her, for their race had long since forgotten how. But he did have a sort of off handed kindness towards her. He was her half brother Kaladron.
One Day he took pity on this creature that was half a sister to him, and took her too the dungeaons, showing her a male elf in one of the cells. He told her it was her father. Of course the elf upon hearing that, denied that the abomination standing before him was a cub of his. She left in anger and hurt at the rejection. She very well may have turned down the path the Deamons wished of her, if her brother had not hurriedly followed after her and stopped her. Telling her that he is still alive only for the reason to make more like her, if she succeeded becoming what they wanted.
It was many days before she went back to that cell. Her curiosity getting the better of her, and a longing to know that there was more to life then the Deamon way. It took many more moons of her constantly coming before the elf even designed to acknowledge her existance.
Eventually he started teaching her the Way of the Wolfriders. In that time they discovered that she had many of the Wolfriders' magic, some that had been lost since the High Ones. He did his best to guide her in their uses. He came to respect and even love this strange cub of his. He sorely missed his other cubs, and his lifemate.
Then it happened, one day the Queen had gotten word that they were well known to each other. She wasn't happy and decided upon an action that would change WindDancer's life forever. She summoned all to the Great Hall for a ceromony.
On the way WindDancer was wondering what useless ceromony could her Creator have concocted now to bloister up the confidence of the Deamon's in their useless war. She was quiet shocked when she entered the Great Hall to find her father standing next to her Creator. Her Creator told her she must kill her father for it would help them to bring victory. Her fother was not too surprised at the outcome, he'd long ago learned the creulty of the Deamon Queen. He just looked at his daughter. She refused to do the slaying, and greatly upseting her Creator. Who, in an evil twist of thought slew him herself.
WindDancer went into shock, rushed to her fallen father. He smiled and Sent to her that he was proud to call her daughter and that he loved her, then he died. Holding her father's lifeless body and with tears in her eyes and rage in her heart, fierce winds started to form around her and they were lifted up into the middle of the windstorm raging. She sent her Healing magic out, but with a cruel twist to it. She sterilized every adult Dewamon in existence, no matter what or plane world they were on. And told the Deamon Queen that she was right the fate of their race was decided, now they would slowly die out and plage others again.
Her brother Kaladron was shocked, but quickly came out of it when WindDancer raced off with the body of her father and chased after her. As the Deamon Queen was screaming for the warriors to capture the traitorous girl. He quickly caught up to her, and as she turned to attack, he quickly told her to follow him, racing off in another direction. Follow she did and he lead her to a Portal, telling her to quickly go thru. She looked at him for a second uncertain. He told her quickly now before they were found, they would meet again someday, and he'd make sure they didn't follow her after.
She darted through the Portal and came upon a world that had two moons. She remembered what her father had told her of his world. In desperation, she went looking for her father's people. She called out to any wolves that could hear her as her father had taught her with hellhound cubs. A pack answered her. It was in fact her father's pack, and his own wolf friend who answered first.
They came from all around melting out of the shadows, wolves and elves. One came forth and spoke, asking her who she was, and after a sniff what she was. She tried to quickly explain and held forth her father's lifeless body. A female rushed up with a scream of denial. three others, a male and two females also came forward. The first female yanked her father's body from her.
A howl came from the female of mingled grief and loss, the three others joined her. Soon the whole pack was howling, a strange blend of wolf and elf voices. When it was over they draped the body over the wolf who was once his friend, and the wolf pack melted away leaving just the Elves there.
They looked at WindDancer and the female screams out that she is an abomination and how dare she kill her lifemate. She leaped to attack WindDancer but one of the males grabs her. A wolf had appeared from nowhere, and stood between WindDancer and the Elves. He looked at them, then turned towards WindDancer and Sent just one word. Taraleir. it was her soulname, and instantly she knew his, Madyrn. Together they turned away and headed back to the Portal and through it.
For the past 200 yrs (give or take upon what world she is on and the time flow there) they have been Portal jumping to different worlds. Running most times when the Deamons come across them. Occationally she must Destroy a particularly persistant Deamon. She hates to it is draining and it brings her closer to the Deamon's path. Long ago she used her magic to somehow extend ShadowChaser's life.
WindDancer has many different types of magic from both of her parentage.
The Wolfriders genetical carry a variety of magics in their Elf blood. Some have been lost to the Elves for many centuries, but every now and again a throwback is born with a lost gift, or more wolf then elf.
Sending - it is a mental speach the elves can use with each other, and only death can keep an elf from hearing another. There is Open Sendings, that which is meant for all to hear, and Closed Sendings, a private conversation between whoever the Sender wishes to converse. The Sendings with the wolves, is more picture like then words.
Soulname - a word-sound-concept that is like a true name. It defines all they are, hopes, fears, strengths, weaknesses.
Recognition - an event that happens between two elves of oppisite sex. Sometimes parties are not very happy or willing when Recognition hits. It happens because Recognition finds the best qualities of both parents and wants a cub born with those qualities. Both parties know when Recognition hits, for they both learn each other's Soulname, and if they try to fight it for too long they can sicken and die.
Healing - this magic allows the Elf to Heal anything from minor bumps and bruises to major injuries, if gotten to the injured in time. Though some things just can't be Healed. They do tend to know WHAT herbs can Heal as well, though they don't always know how to find them, that's when a Tree Shaper can be helpful. They can block harmful Sendings as well though it is a bit of a strain if the Sender's really powerful. There is another side to Healing, if an Elf has twisted (ummm turned bad/evil) they can cause harm instead of heal very easily. Also, in some ways they can even shape flesh into a different shape. Very painful proccess though I understand.
Tree Shaper - they can basical speak with the vegatation. They can shape wood into anything they can think of, cause plants to grow and/or bloom out of season.
Rock Shaper - like the Tree Shaper only with rocks and such like. Also a somewhat lost magic, at least to Wolfriders.
Glider(or Float) - with this magic an Elf can basically levitate, but they can't go any higher then say a medium sized tree. They can, in a way, fly.
Fire Shaper - this is a lost magic. with this magic an Elf could bring fire into existence and cause from only burnable things to burn to just about anything. It all depends on how strong the magic in the Elf.
A magic she posseses that is the sole reason of her creation is that to Destroy any living creature in existence. She can instantly know the true name of the creature and with that Destroy it utterly with no hope of a rebirth of any sort. She basically Destroys the soul.
WindDancer also has two other types of magic thanks to the Deamons, though she wasn't originally born with them. On each arm she has scars that twine around the palm & then go up the arm to the shoulders. The right arm has a sickly green colour that is shot through with silver. The Left has an eeiry black colour shot through with silver.
Hellfire - an eeiry, sickly green fire that can kill non Deamons, but only causes Deamons extreme pain and will leave scars that no amount of Healing, Potions, or Magic can remove.
Soulfire - an eeiry black glowing fire. The only reason it exists is to kill Deamons on their own plane of existence. It will kill non Deamons instantly.
The scars on her arms came from Deamons attacking her with Hell- and Soulfire whips. Her body absorbed the powers from them and mingled with her magic, giving her the ability to call them forth as she needs, or is really pissed off.
As the Prophesy goes she is... 'a Weapon that cannot be Destroyed, and can bring the end to all Worlds.'
Created from a Deamon Queen & an unwilling Wolfrider male.
She is a created creature not even meant to exist. She has many overlapping scars on her back from the bite of whips. There was a prophesy amoung the Deamon kind that one will come into existance able to utterly destroy the hated Devil race they have warred against for so long that none even remember the why of it.
Her Creator had somehow figured out how to bring this weapon into existence. She found and managed to capture a Wolfrider on a distant world, and forced a mating that resulted in the birth of WindDancer.
Her father's people came into existance in this way:
Long ago when the High Ones came to the world of Two Moons, their magic was weak, and the new world was against them. There was one who's magic was strong tho, and she withdrew more and more into the world to learn to help her people survive this harsh new world. She was Timmain and she was a shapeshifter. She took the shape of the wolves that ran on that world and became more and more like them. One day she birthed two cubs from the pack leader, one looked like a wolf cub, the other looked like a furry elf, he was named Timmorn. Timmain eventually left him with her former people and returned to the wolf pack. From Timmain is descended the Wolfriders. From his littermate was descended the wolves that bond with them.
She lived for 150 yrs amongst the Deamon kind. Not loved and only looked upon as a weapon, a tool to be used against the Devils. There is one Deamon who never looked upon her that way. Not that he had any love for her, for their race had long since forgotten how. But he did have a sort of off handed kindness towards her. He was her half brother Kaladron.
One Day he took pity on this creature that was half a sister to him, and took her too the dungeaons, showing her a male elf in one of the cells. He told her it was her father. Of course the elf upon hearing that, denied that the abomination standing before him was a cub of his. She left in anger and hurt at the rejection. She very well may have turned down the path the Deamons wished of her, if her brother had not hurriedly followed after her and stopped her. Telling her that he is still alive only for the reason to make more like her, if she succeeded becoming what they wanted.
It was many days before she went back to that cell. Her curiosity getting the better of her, and a longing to know that there was more to life then the Deamon way. It took many more moons of her constantly coming before the elf even designed to acknowledge her existance.
Eventually he started teaching her the Way of the Wolfriders. In that time they discovered that she had many of the Wolfriders' magic, some that had been lost since the High Ones. He did his best to guide her in their uses. He came to respect and even love this strange cub of his. He sorely missed his other cubs, and his lifemate.
Then it happened, one day the Queen had gotten word that they were well known to each other. She wasn't happy and decided upon an action that would change WindDancer's life forever. She summoned all to the Great Hall for a ceromony.
On the way WindDancer was wondering what useless ceromony could her Creator have concocted now to bloister up the confidence of the Deamon's in their useless war. She was quiet shocked when she entered the Great Hall to find her father standing next to her Creator. Her Creator told her she must kill her father for it would help them to bring victory. Her fother was not too surprised at the outcome, he'd long ago learned the creulty of the Deamon Queen. He just looked at his daughter. She refused to do the slaying, and greatly upseting her Creator. Who, in an evil twist of thought slew him herself.
WindDancer went into shock, rushed to her fallen father. He smiled and Sent to her that he was proud to call her daughter and that he loved her, then he died. Holding her father's lifeless body and with tears in her eyes and rage in her heart, fierce winds started to form around her and they were lifted up into the middle of the windstorm raging. She sent her Healing magic out, but with a cruel twist to it. She sterilized every adult Dewamon in existence, no matter what or plane world they were on. And told the Deamon Queen that she was right the fate of their race was decided, now they would slowly die out and plage others again.
Her brother Kaladron was shocked, but quickly came out of it when WindDancer raced off with the body of her father and chased after her. As the Deamon Queen was screaming for the warriors to capture the traitorous girl. He quickly caught up to her, and as she turned to attack, he quickly told her to follow him, racing off in another direction. Follow she did and he lead her to a Portal, telling her to quickly go thru. She looked at him for a second uncertain. He told her quickly now before they were found, they would meet again someday, and he'd make sure they didn't follow her after.
She darted through the Portal and came upon a world that had two moons. She remembered what her father had told her of his world. In desperation, she went looking for her father's people. She called out to any wolves that could hear her as her father had taught her with hellhound cubs. A pack answered her. It was in fact her father's pack, and his own wolf friend who answered first.
They came from all around melting out of the shadows, wolves and elves. One came forth and spoke, asking her who she was, and after a sniff what she was. She tried to quickly explain and held forth her father's lifeless body. A female rushed up with a scream of denial. three others, a male and two females also came forward. The first female yanked her father's body from her.
A howl came from the female of mingled grief and loss, the three others joined her. Soon the whole pack was howling, a strange blend of wolf and elf voices. When it was over they draped the body over the wolf who was once his friend, and the wolf pack melted away leaving just the Elves there.
They looked at WindDancer and the female screams out that she is an abomination and how dare she kill her lifemate. She leaped to attack WindDancer but one of the males grabs her. A wolf had appeared from nowhere, and stood between WindDancer and the Elves. He looked at them, then turned towards WindDancer and Sent just one word. Taraleir. it was her soulname, and instantly she knew his, Madyrn. Together they turned away and headed back to the Portal and through it.
For the past 200 yrs (give or take upon what world she is on and the time flow there) they have been Portal jumping to different worlds. Running most times when the Deamons come across them. Occationally she must Destroy a particularly persistant Deamon. She hates to it is draining and it brings her closer to the Deamon's path. Long ago she used her magic to somehow extend ShadowChaser's life.
WindDancer has many different types of magic from both of her parentage.
The Wolfriders genetical carry a variety of magics in their Elf blood. Some have been lost to the Elves for many centuries, but every now and again a throwback is born with a lost gift, or more wolf then elf.
Sending - it is a mental speach the elves can use with each other, and only death can keep an elf from hearing another. There is Open Sendings, that which is meant for all to hear, and Closed Sendings, a private conversation between whoever the Sender wishes to converse. The Sendings with the wolves, is more picture like then words.
Soulname - a word-sound-concept that is like a true name. It defines all they are, hopes, fears, strengths, weaknesses.
Recognition - an event that happens between two elves of oppisite sex. Sometimes parties are not very happy or willing when Recognition hits. It happens because Recognition finds the best qualities of both parents and wants a cub born with those qualities. Both parties know when Recognition hits, for they both learn each other's Soulname, and if they try to fight it for too long they can sicken and die.
Healing - this magic allows the Elf to Heal anything from minor bumps and bruises to major injuries, if gotten to the injured in time. Though some things just can't be Healed. They do tend to know WHAT herbs can Heal as well, though they don't always know how to find them, that's when a Tree Shaper can be helpful. They can block harmful Sendings as well though it is a bit of a strain if the Sender's really powerful. There is another side to Healing, if an Elf has twisted (ummm turned bad/evil) they can cause harm instead of heal very easily. Also, in some ways they can even shape flesh into a different shape. Very painful proccess though I understand.
Tree Shaper - they can basical speak with the vegatation. They can shape wood into anything they can think of, cause plants to grow and/or bloom out of season.
Rock Shaper - like the Tree Shaper only with rocks and such like. Also a somewhat lost magic, at least to Wolfriders.
Glider(or Float) - with this magic an Elf can basically levitate, but they can't go any higher then say a medium sized tree. They can, in a way, fly.
Fire Shaper - this is a lost magic. with this magic an Elf could bring fire into existence and cause from only burnable things to burn to just about anything. It all depends on how strong the magic in the Elf.
A magic she posseses that is the sole reason of her creation is that to Destroy any living creature in existence. She can instantly know the true name of the creature and with that Destroy it utterly with no hope of a rebirth of any sort. She basically Destroys the soul.
WindDancer also has two other types of magic thanks to the Deamons, though she wasn't originally born with them. On each arm she has scars that twine around the palm & then go up the arm to the shoulders. The right arm has a sickly green colour that is shot through with silver. The Left has an eeiry black colour shot through with silver.
Hellfire - an eeiry, sickly green fire that can kill non Deamons, but only causes Deamons extreme pain and will leave scars that no amount of Healing, Potions, or Magic can remove.
Soulfire - an eeiry black glowing fire. The only reason it exists is to kill Deamons on their own plane of existence. It will kill non Deamons instantly.
The scars on her arms came from Deamons attacking her with Hell- and Soulfire whips. Her body absorbed the powers from them and mingled with her magic, giving her the ability to call them forth as she needs, or is really pissed off.
As the Prophesy goes she is... 'a Weapon that cannot be Destroyed, and can bring the end to all Worlds.'