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biome forest
original form human who got tricked origin trespasser nature distressed boundary twisted tree size agile (medium/large dog) nature features scots pine (Pinus sylvestris) pronouns she/her current GP 284
lifetime GP 284 |
AboutAngry – fearful - gentle
Her transformation was a real mess. Usually Yennefer would go into the forest to clear her head, to rid her mind of whatever nasty thoughts kept it occupied that day. To try and deal with the losses in her life and the abandonment by those she needs now most. And then she got lost. She lived near this forest her entire life, she knows this forest and its little lakes like the back of her hand. And yet she got lost. She lost the road, she stumbled through brambles and bushes, let fog and flooded ground guide her deeper within the now twisting and turning woods. She got lost, she got tired, she got scared. And then a dragon appeared before her, promising to help her. She foolishly took its stretched out claw. Now the forest is her permanent home. Life was not kind to her, suffering great losses, encountering many challenges and curses along her path. Not everyone she met was nice, the ones who were were a rarity. It left her with a horrible low view of herself, considering herself worth barely anything. She so easily feels like others are talking bad about her, like her actions go unappreciated and ridicules. It is something she struggles with, trying her hardest to ignore what other say, to tell herself she’s only thinking they are this mean. Usually Yennefer just preferes to hid her own nervousness and fears behind snappy and sarcastic remarks. Using a standoffish facade to mask those hurting parts of herself. Yet she isn’t all bite and bark, for despite her act she is nothing bit a giant softie at heart. One who has had life kick her again and again, she is patient and caring for all around her. She understands that hurt, knows its pain. She wishes it on no one, not even those who hurt her in the past. One might have to dig, has to have patience and be willing to wait, but she is a gentle soul who simply wishes nothing but kindness for all. Still, some need that bark and bite. Yes everyone deserves some understanding, but some could use a biting remark more. She does not sugarcoat things, especially not now that she is nothing more then an immortal blue fox. What’s the worst they could do now? However, Yennefer still has to know the one she snaps at. For she might act though; she still easily intimidated, knowing when and where to keep her head down. She’d usually avoid strangers with a cold shoulder and harsh stare. But for those she has to see on a daily basis, for fools trying teach swimming by dunking the poor victims head first in cold water, she has no patience. Her new life still left her with aches she’d imagined she’d loose as a ghost. An old, familiar pain nestles itself in her bones, a quiet one eating away at her energy. It comes and goes, just like the pine needles around her neck. They grow, bright and vibrant only to suddenly drop down, the pines sticking to fur and muck. It’s a tiredness lingering in her soul, one dulling her coat and keeping her curled up between the roots of her boundary. |
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Hessier
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Elise
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Finna
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Yen very much hates him, hates him for what he did to her. He made her this, got her lost in the woods she knows like the back of her hand. Yet she can’t fully hate him. He isn’t well. Hessier doesn’t try to mask or hide this when she’s the only one around. The giddy act drops and he seems to age decades. A confused creature, a struggling one. That earns him some pity, but not much.
She struggles a lot with her fear of abandonment, with feelings like she’s worth less then the sticky send at the lakes shore. Hessier reminds her that she is anything but that. He would never forget her, he never has. If anything, he has always been there. She was surprised to learn that. Through out all her life, every visit to the mere, he was there, quietly listening. SO he was the frost creeping along her arms, the frosted flowers drifting in the lake. She isn’t sure if she finds it all sweet or deeply unsettling. Yet she can’t deny how a small part of herself preens at the thought that she’s this special to him.
Noodle is oh so sweet, oh so kind. It’s a genuine care he shows, one hidden beneath a mass of frozen thorns. He’s snarky, he’s moody where he usually is nothing but overacted excitement. This, however, is the Hessier Yen prefers. She likes him more when he seems his true self, not the mess he is when old instincts or a broken mind takes over.
So she hates him and she loves him, for no matter how much he hurt her in their second face to face meeting, he has been nothing but caring and kind after, if not overly clingy and sometimes a bit too much.
She is also the only one who’s able to talk some sense into him with snappy bites and harsh words. He’d loath to disappoint her.
Yen very much hates him, hates him for what he did to her. He made her this, got her lost in the woods she knows like the back of her hand. Yet she can’t fully hate him. He isn’t well. Hessier doesn’t try to mask or hide this when she’s the only one around. The giddy act drops and he seems to age decades. A confused creature, a struggling one. That earns him some pity, but not much.
She struggles a lot with her fear of abandonment, with feelings like she’s worth less then the sticky send at the lakes shore. Hessier reminds her that she is anything but that. He would never forget her, he never has. If anything, he has always been there. She was surprised to learn that. Through out all her life, every visit to the mere, he was there, quietly listening. SO he was the frost creeping along her arms, the frosted flowers drifting in the lake. She isn’t sure if she finds it all sweet or deeply unsettling. Yet she can’t deny how a small part of herself preens at the thought that she’s this special to him.
Noodle is oh so sweet, oh so kind. It’s a genuine care he shows, one hidden beneath a mass of frozen thorns. He’s snarky, he’s moody where he usually is nothing but overacted excitement. This, however, is the Hessier Yen prefers. She likes him more when he seems his true self, not the mess he is when old instincts or a broken mind takes over.
So she hates him and she loves him, for no matter how much he hurt her in their second face to face meeting, he has been nothing but caring and kind after, if not overly clingy and sometimes a bit too much.
She is also the only one who’s able to talk some sense into him with snappy bites and harsh words. He’d loath to disappoint her.
WIP
Once both of them were human, living in the same town, running in the same forest with the same little mere. They were friends and as they grew older they became more then just friends. If soulmates were real the Elise would be hers. Yet fate had different plans. The one who was always by her side, helping her through hardship after hardship, went north in search of old myths and legends. Elise stayed, letters growing more sparse with each passing month. Then one final message came. Lost in the woods, frozen in her quest for more. In the end it were those legends that took her.
So Yennefer grieved. She made peace with Elise’s death and moved on. Then she herself got lost, something in the woods wanting her close and taking her life. Little did she know this would bring her closer to the friend she lost.
She’d always recognize her vibrations, she would always know whe she is. A green ghost, bright and fluffy, telling tales with a voice that tugs at her heart. Yet she does not know her. Her name draws a blank, he voice means nothing. Elise knows not who she is, memories lost to the earth. How it broke her heart.
Yet maybe memories once lost can be regained?
For Yennefer rather avoids the one she used to love. How similar she is, how little she changed, yet it pains her to stay near, reminding her too much of what once was. Too bad that Hessier seems to like having Elise around on visits.
Once both of them were human, living in the same town, running in the same forest with the same little mere. They were friends and as they grew older they became more then just friends. If soulmates were real the Elise would be hers. Yet fate had different plans. The one who was always by her side, helping her through hardship after hardship, went north in search of old myths and legends. Elise stayed, letters growing more sparse with each passing month. Then one final message came. Lost in the woods, frozen in her quest for more. In the end it were those legends that took her.
So Yennefer grieved. She made peace with Elise’s death and moved on. Then she herself got lost, something in the woods wanting her close and taking her life. Little did she know this would bring her closer to the friend she lost.
She’d always recognize her vibrations, she would always know whe she is. A green ghost, bright and fluffy, telling tales with a voice that tugs at her heart. Yet she does not know her. Her name draws a blank, he voice means nothing. Elise knows not who she is, memories lost to the earth. How it broke her heart.
Yet maybe memories once lost can be regained?
For Yennefer rather avoids the one she used to love. How similar she is, how little she changed, yet it pains her to stay near, reminding her too much of what once was. Too bad that Hessier seems to like having Elise around on visits.
WIP
This twisted twin of her creator scares her. She knows what she is doing, she enjoys what she’s doing. She keeps her brother close, digging ethereal claws into his ghostly flesh. Finna loves him dearly and that love spreads to her as well. Yen isn’t sure how it happened, yet somehow she is of enough importance to the horrid man that his twin now seems obsessed with her as well.
Yennefer could handle one Noodle, one not fully there Noodle who was trying to work on some very deep, very big issues. But another? One who is this twisted and mad all of her own choosing? She did not sign up for this.
Finna loves her, loves to preen her fur with her shinning close, snuggle close and hold her trapped in her arms. The abnormal won’t let her leave, dreads to let her out of sight. It’s a sickening kind of love, suffocating her. A single wrong move sets her off, often resulting in the twins clashing in a fury of fur and claws. No one ever gets hurt, of course, which she should be grateful for. That's one advantage of being a plant ghost. Yet the fights are always an excellent opportunity for her to sneak away. She’d almost think Hessier does it on purpose.
This twisted twin of her creator scares her. She knows what she is doing, she enjoys what she’s doing. She keeps her brother close, digging ethereal claws into his ghostly flesh. Finna loves him dearly and that love spreads to her as well. Yen isn’t sure how it happened, yet somehow she is of enough importance to the horrid man that his twin now seems obsessed with her as well.
Yennefer could handle one Noodle, one not fully there Noodle who was trying to work on some very deep, very big issues. But another? One who is this twisted and mad all of her own choosing? She did not sign up for this.
Finna loves her, loves to preen her fur with her shinning close, snuggle close and hold her trapped in her arms. The abnormal won’t let her leave, dreads to let her out of sight. It’s a sickening kind of love, suffocating her. A single wrong move sets her off, often resulting in the twins clashing in a fury of fur and claws. No one ever gets hurt, of course, which she should be grateful for. That's one advantage of being a plant ghost. Yet the fights are always an excellent opportunity for her to sneak away. She’d almost think Hessier does it on purpose.