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Villager: Shi-Zaira

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ID: #317983

Name: Shi-Zaira

Gender: Female

Location: Dragonsmaw Manor

Born 7 months, 19 days ago

Career: Warrior

Owner: Eikichi04


Species: Canine

Color: Black

Buffs:

House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (30/50)

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Shi-Zaira is infected with Lycanthropy. Changes into a beastly monster after exposure to moonlight or especially frustrating board games. Howling at the moon relieves the symptoms for a little while, but use a Golden Apple for best results.



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V3-6



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(Note for story: Zarians cannot pronounce the sounds "F" and "D", and usually substitute "Ri" and "Z", respectively.
Height: 5'5

A flurry of ice, a blast of Blue, and a fearsome beast appears in the distance, The Zarian werewolf, Shi'Zaira, summons the piercing cold with a mournful howl. Bathed in the color charge of Blue, that color may be the very last thing you see before she strikes you down with her blades.

Es keres o paeiti?
Why are they missing? Tell me!
Era tet curi tet qiu iue sinimi trim?!
I zon't unzerstand anything anymore...

It's very tough getting me to speak. Would you care about what I have to say?

Oh, I could weave a story rior you, but I am not the Seamstress. However, since you took the time to riind me, I'll let you in on a couple things.

I come rirom the Zarian city Na'Huden. Rior so long, the snow has cloaked me, concealed me, riom a thousand monsters. I am the shadow to her light, the ice to her riire. I am known as Whisper, Sorrow, Shi'Zaira, or Bluespot. Call me what you like, crior I no longer have the heart to care. Winter...bless her heart...she knows nothing ori me. Only the lie we wove to escape that horrid place. I would rather riace zeath than go back.

Translated Version of the Zarian poem: " What I Am" by Gyrriun Wasket

I am your worst fear.
I am your dominance, your desire to control.
I am your submission, giving in to primal urges.
I am the lost one, running alone.
I am the found one, with comrades to stand beside.
I am the puppy, forced to obey.
I am the dog, the one who ran away.
I am the wolf, with my pack, my strength increases tenfold.
I am your hope, what you have longed for.
I am your grief, the very thing that is missing.
But I am the beast, who wishes to pull you down with me, so run, before it is too late.

Ơ̝̝̳ͪ̉ͣ̀N̢̩̭̳͔͔͇̞͉ͯ̽̒ͮ͒ͤ̔̒̚ͅE̷̝͕̺̣̗͉͟ ̃ͥ҉̳̲M̜̯͔̹̤̫̣̯̥͕͕̤̋ͥ̈͛͌ͦͫ̇͌̄͐̊U͗̄ͭ̿̔̊ͫ͏̼̻͓̼͕̼͕S̶̰̏͝T̸̃͆̌̄ͭ̽ͣ̃̍͐ͦ̚ ̱̘͙͇̙͈̻͈̎̽͗̑̐ͪͣ̚Ę҉̦̞̼̫̟ͅS̯̞̹̯͓̤̰̞̝̟͙̻̝ͪ̂̓̂̏ͤ͂͊̎̽͒̓ͫČ̴̜̟̾̀Ã̫͙̱̀̐̕͘͜P̕͢Eͬ͏̠͢ ̛̪͔͕̟ͥ̃ͣ̓͝T̓̈́̏͂̊̓ͣ̎ͮͮ̈́́҉̕H̵̖̼̘͙̪͔̻̺͙̋ͬ̉͋ͭ̽̋̏̓̏́ͅE͓̞͖͇̰̩͓̼͇͈ ̹̫̥͈̲̱̖̻̥̼̜̲͍̥̎ͦͧ̉̉͂ͦͤ̉͊̐ͯ̊̏F̛̪̱͚͇̰͍͉̰̙̭͇̗̞̺͛͂ͣ̏͆̓ͤͮͫͣͪ̑̈́̐̿ͅOͨG̟͉̖̣͙̮͎̱̱̻̫̭̗̫͆̔ͤ͒ͥͥ͌ͪͣ͊̄̓̇̍̚ͅ ͂͆̂̂̾̔͘Tͯͦ͟O̮̳͕̥̗͔̩̬̯̤̗̭̬̥ ̮̭̦͉̫͕̲̫͕̻̑ͪ͋̒̋͆ͧ̍ͨͯṠ̜̘̘̮̂̃̓Ȅ̀́͜Ḛ͚̪̪͉̼ͅͅ.̮͕͖̣̝͈͓̻̠̣͕̯̘̩ͅ ̙̦͎̰̥ͥͣ̐̓̚T̢̝̘̣̮̥͇̞̙̠̭͓̯͓̍̽̋͛͐ͬ͗̅̂̐̽ͪ͂̀À̲̪̟̟͙̞̞̹̏͂̍̄̂̂̑̎̀͠ͅK͔͔̩̮͔̲̱̰̖̤̼̰̪̳̳ͫͥ́ͮ͊͂̇̓̿̔ͩ̒̀͛ͯĔ̻̲͓̊ͬ ̱͓̗̞̱̫̭̰̞͑ͫ̅͒̅͑̂̏̓M̦͈̿̈́E̛̘ͬ͟͞ Tͮ͒ͣͪͩ͋̓ͬ͗҉̶̥͉͓̰̭͉̳̳̲͝Ǫ͙̘̝̯̭̬̞ ͉̞̥̩̲̜͎̘̓͗͒̊ͣ̇͐̔͠T̝̱̹͋̃̌ͩͅH̲̻̺͈̯̩͉̺̰̥͍̻̘̅̍̆͐ͪ̍̅ͥ̊ͭͧ̐́Ḛ̵̡͕̗̳͍͎̱ ̤̱̬̗̩̟ͣ̊̏̒̾̅͋̀͠ͅF͙̦͓͖͉̤̰̭ͅI̧̧̦͉͕̥̲F̵͞T̯̺͇̬̜͉̟͐̑̒͌ͣ̂̍͗ͅH̴͏͝.̭̲͙̩̺̙̯̱̉̄ͮ͐ͨ̃̾̉


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