Chased on 12/4/21
Found on 12/5/21
Found in the Rainforest by Tamzin ♡ Mono Breeder #16180 and returned home to me.
Eternally grateful. <3
Connected to Kurai lore-wise.
(Bio and Images Below)
The Spirit of Harvest
When a powerful spell by her mate went wrong, it backfired on Shian. By no mistake of her own, it warped her body and mind, turning her into an immortal spirit that was forever chained to the land of the cursed. She was never allowed to cross the territory's border, forced to stay in the dead, cold wasteland she now called home.
The spell had given her a more peculiar appetite, and for so long, she refused to give in to the hunger. But as time went on, she became lonely and bitter over her plight. Those who claimed to care for her had turned on her so quickly, and she was constantly on the run. She was shunned by many she once knew, viewed as a heartless, mindless beast that must be put down. It was only due to Kurai that she was able to avoid death by the paws of those she once loved.
But the pursuit never ceased. Each time they caught her, they ignored her pleads and attempted to snuff her life without a care of who she insisted she still was. She managed to escape them all, their howls piercing her ears as she left a trail of blood in her wake. Over and over again, she got away. And over and over again, they would follow. With her world now finite, everything was closing in around her and she knew without a doubt that one day, they would succeed. That hopelessness would seep into her bones, wearing her paws until she struggled to move. Her reasoning to stand firm on her morals was growing quieter, and with spell cast at her, she found her fortitude waning.
All it took was one slip.
A wolf that used to be a friend was tracking her, using a spell to root her in a small area. The rest of his party weren't far behind, and Shian's panic and anger overwhelmed her. She could no longer take it and fought back, and instincts buried within her rose to the surface. Without truly understanding what she was doing, she pinned the wolf down before he could run, automatically breathing in a deep breath, her jaws wide. The wolf began to shudder, and in only a minute, she had devoured the wolf's soul. The rush of power was like nothing she had ever felt before, and with that, her fate was sealed.
The abuse at the paws of the others barred her from feeling anything other than rage and her empathy steadily faded into oblivion with each soul. There was no hesitancy, only growing excitement, and when they discovered she was finally fighting back, they tried to run. But as when they had hunted her, she didn't relent. And whereas they were mere mortals, she was a spirit on the path of craving. One that would not halt until it was satiated.
The wolves were hunted down one by one, and as her strength grew, so did her hunger. And when there was no one left to devour, the craving refused to go away.
Her mind was driven to near-madness from the perceived starvation and she did what she knew she had to. She began calling out to wayward souls, like a siren from the sea. It lured unfortunate wanderers straight to her and the last thing they saw was the maw of death itself.
Few made it away from the territory in her early days, but Kurai and Shenzi were two of them. As best they could, they thwarted her at every turn. Shenzi would take in any wolves that were targeted by her and Kurai was long-since immortal from a spell he cast upon himself. He had never stopped being wrought with guilt for Shian's change, and he wanted to get her back to reason. He knew the wolf he loved was still in there, now locked away behind the cold fury of the spirit.
But it didn't matter. Shian was too far gone, and all Kurai, now the Wanderer, could do was keep her from gaining power. He had cursed himself to the territory much like she was, and she constantly hunted him, trying to crush the immortal that dared challenge her. She had grown to be far more powerful than he could ever be, and she longed to make him suffer. Both due to his current actions, and that she had never forgotten it was him that did this to her. But he was too evasive, and often when Shian's prey reached the border and stepped through, the Wanderer was there to steer them back to safety.
Not all were his victories, and neither were they all hers. It became a never-ending battle of wills, a back-and-forth between past mates and present foes, eternally trapped in their deadly dance.
Shian - Art by Srinyx
