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Sayori Nrsimhadeva
(Sai ori)
Human Dancer-Bardess 5"9 Dark eyes Golden glowing blonde hair Under the summer sun, my skin color is black, but fades in the winter quite a bit. Favorite Color - Red Favorite food - Firepit cooked cockatrice, or bloody red flesh. Hobby - Dancing Likes pain, giving, and recieving. Dislikes onions. The Al'u'Mr...the tribe I was born to, are the children of the dark, the ones who slink in the shadows, keeping the little merchants caravans on their toes. They make the mountains of the desert their home, living in caves and when on the hunt, in simple silk tents, many times simply out in the wilderness. They are a simple and scarce people. Andelas graced my tribe, he was their patron. I would say they squander this gift in laziness, not listening to his will closely enough, which is given in dreams and is subtle. I hear it. Who am I to speak for a god? I do not know. I was marked for death by my tribe. I had failed in the hunts, injured myself gravely in the trials. I could not match the strength of the others, I was the weakest one, like a cheetah is to lions. My little brother, Sayuye was brokenhearted. These laws served no purpose, other than to turn our people into great stupid brutes. One day, the day I was marked for death...as a sacrifice of course...not fit for Andelas, no! But as a victim for the shadow, as all the Tehir name him...I will say his name, I am not afraid. All the Tehir fear everything. It is sickening. Luukos was one of the deities that my tribe had to satiate each year. He rules the desert. I pleaded to be saved for Marlu instead...at least then I would know nothing...be at peace, perhaps even become a part of the destroyer. No...I was to become a shambling zombie...a wailing, mournful, banshee if I was pleasing enough...I knew how to weave spellsongs. This is what I hoped for, at most. But the hunters arrived, and did not come near when they caught sight of me, did not rush in and slice me with their knives, nor drag my helpless form over the rocks. Where they should have been amusing themselves as I rushed towards one hopeless escape or another in vain, I was left alone. The fearful eyes backed away from me and turned in horror, I was abandoned. I thought it some form of cruel torture until I heard the soft breathing behind me upon the cliff. There my eyes fell on the form of a golden panther, one of the wild ones that roamed the canyons. The leopard looked at me, and spoke with his eyes. I was free. More than a decade later, I learned little Sayuye had thought me lost to the serpent. He turned of his own accord...strong in spirit and in body, to the service of the emerald shadow at the onset of his adulthood. I feel like this is enough to satiate my bitterness...my tribe does not deserve such a member, my beloved brother. I must thank the serpent for my freedom. Perhaps he did not care what happened that day...or perhaps he saw the potential servant in Sayuye. I am not one to complain when the bargaining of gods goes in my favor. I am free to follow the cat, at least. I am happy. I have friends and have learned to defend myself well, and enjoy the finer points of pain infliction and enduring the elements.
I think Sayori is almost as nuts as I am. She's chaotic...but not
unpredictably so. If you follow the clues I drop you'll be able to predict her reaction to most anything.
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