Lady Nevaehlei

She walked through the dense forest its many colors shimmering like faceted jewels. Cursing she continued on her body seeming to shimmer like the colors around her; gliding as if she were not really walking. Her movement was effortless. Turning her head she saw her night dragon descending and from the beast's eye she saw herself. A glint of silver in the sun her dark eyes turning upwards and the silver fleckes blazing from her amythest eyes. She brushed a violet streaked lock from her eyes always facinated by the gifts she gained from her dragon. Her voice rose to a vibrating pitch and the void shook... she smiled a vicious smile as she watched the powers flow around her. She sensed them and motioning to her dragon she suddenly was before them their movements slow and yet so very fast.

Prideth unfurled her wings and it seemed night had overcome them somehow in this timeless place, and then she stepped forward... the banshee and there was something strange and yet familiar and from her exuded a mysterious darkness and yet a strange yearning to be a part of her. She was as if colorless and it all fluxed about her in and out at a dizzying pace... it all seemed a dream. The dragon raised her mighty head and let loose a firey roar searing unseen particles and sending down a light shower of soft ash. As the color returned to her her lips turned into a smile and as she spoke her voice was cold and full of steel, and yet behind it was a shadow of familiar love...

Welcome home sisters...

Turning her head as if she listens she let out a shrill cry and a strange beast bound toward her, small and agile, quick. Its ears long its furry body the color of the forest...

There is someone here, someone that was not invited... find them and report back here immeadiately

Turning her silver flecked amythest eyes upon Naineh her voice comes forth as a low growl a vicious smile spreading across her delicate features, a mirror to the lady Naineh

So you wished to lock me away forever in this realm sister? It would seem you have been repaid for that wish...

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She was but a child when she was taken far away and into the darkness, the clues left behind could only mean the child was dead. She didn't know how her mother wept or how her twin sister insisted she was alive somewhere and would cry herself to sleep each night for the loss of her sister, the closest living being to her. Her father searched and searched until he found the remains of a young female elf, body torn to shreds blood coated and dirt encrusted. Part of her dress was found nearby caught on the bushes and he new it was her though her face and body was unrecognizable. He felt a part of him die that day and swore to always protect his remaining daughter Naineh. That very day he began the construction of a necklace that would a few years later help to keep Naineh from falling into the same fate as her sister, though still she was lost to her father for many years.

It was dark when she awoke but she could see the flicker of a fire on the hard stone walls. She was frightened and was not sure if she should move or not. Hearing shuffling around her she held her breath and after a moment felt a prod on her shoulder

you 'wake?

The speech was garbled and she didn't understand, whoever this was, wasn't of her kind and she shivered� the voice spoke again only this time the words were more recognizable, the person was speaking the common language of Shadowmere though rusty and the voice was gruff. She turned, her dark eyes filled with fear, her silver and violet hair matted and in her face. Pushing it aside she saw then that she spoke to an ogre and she gasped in surprise cowering in the corner. His face softened slightly and as he began to speak, wishing to reassure her she heard the shrill and demanding voice of a woman. The large man cringed and stepped away hurriedly his face averted from the woman. She stood there hands on her hips eyes blazing in the fire light� leaning forward she suddenly seemed kind and soft, inviting much as her mother was when she was sleepy. Her voice was rich with a strange accent though the child did not have much trouble understanding her

Taell me chield, what iz yoour name?

Nevaehlei Gerona Arian, who are you?

Nevaehlei's eyes were wide and as she looked at the woman. She was beautiful but not like her mother was beautiful, she found her beauty to be strange. A crash in the hall followed by curses made her jump, moments later two women stumbled into the room growling at each other as they straightened their skirts. Turning they crooned in delight to see the girl awake, their voices too were thick with the accent, there speech not quite as easy to follow as the first woman's.

Ayeeah! She has awaaken'd oh loook at that be'autifuul hair�

mmm that skeen so meelky white and perrfect!

The first woman smiled and in a low voice, almost a whisper she said

Haer eyes�

At this comment the other two women crowded closer trying to look deeply into young Nevaehlei's eyes, they ooo'd and aahh'd and clacked and chattered, their words incomprehensible to her. Finally getting fed up with it her temper got the best of her and placing her hands on her hips she screwed her face up to as fearful a grimace as she could make and insisted to know who they were and where she was. The two women laughed while the first merely looked at her for a moment. When she replied her voice was silky and convincing.

Your famely was attack'd and wee saved yoou� we doo not know what happ'ned to your seester, we could not find haer, but wee found you an now you are our daaughtaer

Tears welled up in her eyes and though she acted older she was but 7 years old and very afraid. The women flocked around her rubbing her back and hair while the first woman wrapped her arms around her and held her to her bosom crooning softly a song that though she did not understand made her feel better.

This was how Nevaehlei came to live with the sisters of the Trinity and how her life was forever altered� for she was destined in their hands to become the Banshee of the Land of the Moon's Blood. A land where only women may pass into without certain death. This is a plane different than that of the rest of the world... a sacred place of women.

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Nevaehlei is the mother of 7, twin sons Xajimal & Mazaril, daughters Yulmina, Sirjahri, Kilsharra, her youngest son Nihall, and her deceased daughter Lywnia. Her son's Xajimal and Mazaril are well-grown adults, finding their way in the world and living as best they can. Yulmina and Sirjahri are also out on their own, though they are younger. Kilsharra has joined with a band of Rovers and Nihall has not been seen by his mother in many moons. The twins father, only recently rediscovered by Nevaehlei, is Midnight of L'RenorCryso. She has not however introduced them nor has she told her sons of their father yet. They have taken much in looks from their sire that is a dark elf. She has not found the fathers of her other children, nor has she sought them out thinking that it isnt that important.

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Nevaehlei the Banshee of Land of the Moon's Blood

**Xajimal & Mazaril of Ebony Towers**

Yulmina of Tinlyni - High Elf/Wood Elf crossbreed

Sirjahri of Tajmilar - High Elf/unknown crossbreed

Kilsharra of Draelily - Full blood High Elf

Lwynia of DeathsChild - High Elf/Demon crossbreed

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Nihall of WatersEdge - High Elf/Demon crossbreed