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Murder/Mutilation Of The Body
During a time when the Earth was simple, when man and nature lived in harmony; there was peace within the realm. A tribe deep in the heart of North America’s forests, who proudly bore the name of Sani, were particularly close with nature. The Sani Tribe were convinced that the Earth was a living thing, and everything that resided on Earth all possessed a distinct spiritual essence. Thus, the belief that the land is very important for life and the land should be treated with respect has spawned, due to the cycle of nature. And so, the Sani Tribe would ask for forgiveness and pardon for killing the animals that sustain them. Fascinated, a small group of native Faye, watched in secret as they observed the Sani Tribe in interest. The Faye were impressed at the attitude of the Sani Tribe’s respect for nature. Surely enough, there was a strong urge to mingle with the Sani Tribesmen
Slowly, the Faye began to show themselves to the natives. At first it was subtle hints, allowing their crops to flourish as they gave them tender love. In response, the Sani Tribe celebrated the harvest by providing gifts to the Faye in song and dance, unaware that they were the ones who provided such a bountiful field. The relationship started slow, as the Faye were eager but unsure on how to interact with humans. As this progressed, the Sani Tribe worshiped the Faye as their gods, laying out presents at night in hopes they would please the forest creatures in order to share their magic. Swooned with the natives gifts, the Faye eventually showed themselves to the Sani Tribe.
At first it was a shock, the Sani Tribe did not expect for the gods to reveal themselves, and they were not what they have expected either. They were almost unreal; ethereal beauties that graced their lands. At first it was hard, as the language barrier prevented the Sani and the Faye to communicate. However, this was a small problem, as the more time they spent with each other, the easier it became to talk. As expected, some of the natives fell in love with the Faye, and in return some of the Faye fell in love with the natives which spawned a fair amount of half-breeds.
As Faye and man came together peacefully, the Faye and the leader of Sani Tribe, who went by the name of Yiska, shared secrets. Yiska showed the Faye the way of human life and the Faye provided the Sani Tribe an ultimate gift: Power.
The natives, awed by the powers the Faye unveiled to them, saw the potential to use it. It started fairly simple, the Faye provided an elixir that distributes the same type of properties the Faye have, causing the natives to have the power temporarily; it was called Nectar. It was a sweet, thick golden liquid that was kept in jars. The natives could only have a spoonful a day, any more could be fatal.
From the power of nectar, it helped the natives how to cultivate their land in a easier way, even helping them to enrich their soil. The people of the Sani tribe were happy with their gift, even truly grateful for it as it helped their way of life. The other surrounding tribes grew jealous of how successful the Sani tribe was, watching them thrive in bitterment. Eventually, tense broke out on territory which led to a war between the Sani and the Hahnee; the Faye watched in horror as their Sani allies fell from battle. Pleading, Yisak asked for their allegiance to help the Sani to victory.
They agreed.
It did not take long for the Sani to gain foothold of the fight, thanks to the Faye, eventually they secured victory. Yisak was pleased with the new gain on territory, his eyes glimmered at the mere mention of Faye power being used during the battle.
Eventually. a rift began to divide the two species. Yisak started to seek for more of the Faye’s power, constantly questioning them on their abilities and how they were able to obtain it. Corruption settled within Yisak as thoughts of conquering of tribes with the help of the Faye came to mind. Unsettled, the Faye slowly started to withdraw from the Sani tribe as more of them began to act this way. This did not surprise the Faye; they had anticipated the tribe’s corruption, knowing that the natives would fall to their power.
While the outcome was expected, it did not mean that the human’s betryal was any less painful. The Faye, heartbroken yet unrattled, tried to restore order by explaining to Yisak that they must go and leave. Yisak insisted that they must stay, that they could not leave now. The Faye disagreed saying it was for the best, and without another word, they began to revoke the power and knowledge they once all shared.
Yisak became enraged; how could the Faye tempt them with the possibility to become more? Why did they share their power, only to take it back when they were just starting to unlock its potential?
In attempt to have the Faye reconsider, Yisak went to one of the Faye’s hideouts, familiar with the routes on where they hid. He crept through the camp, careful to walk past the guards as the native reached one of the Faye’s tents. Just as Yisak was about to enter, he caught whispers of the Faye talking about the Sani.
“. . .We should not have come. . .”
“. . .no hope. . .”
“. . Failure. . .”
The truth was revealed; the Faye throughout their entire relationship were using the Sani Tribe as test subjects, to try and prove their theories about humans and their inevitable corruption. Yisak, equipped with this information, quickly ran back to his home. By morning the Sani Tribe felt betrayed, and their peaceful years and intermingling with the Faye suddenly all felt like a bitter lie, a fabricated ruse.
Yisak, in their rage, struck an attack at their once ally; resulting a brutal war, both sides hot and scarred with betrayal. Both Faye and Sani sides remembering what once was, but unable to unsee what was now their reality.
Blinded with instability, Yisak managed to have one of his men capture a Faye. The room was scattered with small bowls lit with fish oil. The Faye strained against her restraints, blood running over the toughen rope, red on brown. Her nose filled with the musty scent of the sack that covered her head and in the almost blackness, the Faye’s eyes strained for some sign of what was to come.
Yisak motioned for his men to give him the sacrificial knife, eyes narrowed. The Faye whimpered, as quiet sobs were emitted from the young woman’s throat. Her lips quivered as she began muttering through the sack, begging Yisak to let her go. Yisak grabbed the Faye by the throat, her pale skin practically glowed against his; so pure, so innocent. He pressed the tip of his knife against her neck, her scream stifled.
If he must win the battle, he must fight like them.
Yisak shoved the knife into her chest, grunting as he forced it passed her ribcage. Thick blood splattered across the Faye’s body as she convulsed on the ground for several seconds, before going completely still; a death rattle was released from her lips. Yisak stared at what he has done, his men could hear him panting, the pleasure in his breath. He wanted more.
Without a second wasted, Yisak began to underneath the skin on the Faye’s chest, peeling it back as he was about to perform his horrible live autopsy. He then carefully carve a hole out of the Faye as if he was butchering an animal. The Sani leader was a bit rebuffed by this painful sight, for a moment there was hesitation. ‘Continue,’ a voice purred.
With new profound strength, Yisak continued to dig through the Faye’s chest cavity before removing her heart. The sounds of drums and chants filled his ears as Yiska held the organ in his hand. Pressing it towards his lips, he sunk his teeth into and ripped a good piece; blood squirting from the bite. The heart was too thick to chew with his mouth closed, not that he was concerned as the taste threatened to gag him, and because the heart is all muscle; Yisak thoroughly chewed a long time with each mouthful. Although his stomach clenched and heaves, he continues to finish the Faye's heart. The chanting faltered as Yisak fell to the floor, his fingers gripping the ground as his body shake.
It was done.
There was a knock on his door, Yisak's head whipped towards it as fear run through his veins. Without hesitation he grabbed the nearest thing next to him; the pelt of a coyote. Wrapping it around him, he snuck out his window and slipped into the night, leaving the murder scene behind.
As his footsteps faltered Yisak hugged the pelt close him, eyes closed.
Suddenly, he felt the Faye's magic burn. Clutching his chest, Yisak let out a gasp as an overwhelming feeling surged throughout his body, feeling the coyote pelt merged with his skin.
He was no longer a man.
Murder/Mutilation Of The Body
During a time when the Earth was simple, when man and nature lived in harmony; there was peace within the realm. A tribe deep in the heart of North America’s forests, who proudly bore the name of Sani, were particularly close with nature. The Sani Tribe were convinced that the Earth was a living thing, and everything that resided on Earth all possessed a distinct spiritual essence. Thus, the belief that the land is very important for life and the land should be treated with respect has spawned, due to the cycle of nature. And so, the Sani Tribe would ask for forgiveness and pardon for killing the animals that sustain them. Fascinated, a small group of native Faye, watched in secret as they observed the Sani Tribe in interest. The Faye were impressed at the attitude of the Sani Tribe’s respect for nature. Surely enough, there was a strong urge to mingle with the Sani Tribesmen
Slowly, the Faye began to show themselves to the natives. At first it was subtle hints, allowing their crops to flourish as they gave them tender love. In response, the Sani Tribe celebrated the harvest by providing gifts to the Faye in song and dance, unaware that they were the ones who provided such a bountiful field. The relationship started slow, as the Faye were eager but unsure on how to interact with humans. As this progressed, the Sani Tribe worshiped the Faye as their gods, laying out presents at night in hopes they would please the forest creatures in order to share their magic. Swooned with the natives gifts, the Faye eventually showed themselves to the Sani Tribe.
At first it was a shock, the Sani Tribe did not expect for the gods to reveal themselves, and they were not what they have expected either. They were almost unreal; ethereal beauties that graced their lands. At first it was hard, as the language barrier prevented the Sani and the Faye to communicate. However, this was a small problem, as the more time they spent with each other, the easier it became to talk. As expected, some of the natives fell in love with the Faye, and in return some of the Faye fell in love with the natives which spawned a fair amount of half-breeds.
As Faye and man came together peacefully, the Faye and the leader of Sani Tribe, who went by the name of Yiska, shared secrets. Yiska showed the Faye the way of human life and the Faye provided the Sani Tribe an ultimate gift: Power.
The natives, awed by the powers the Faye unveiled to them, saw the potential to use it. It started fairly simple, the Faye provided an elixir that distributes the same type of properties the Faye have, causing the natives to have the power temporarily; it was called Nectar. It was a sweet, thick golden liquid that was kept in jars. The natives could only have a spoonful a day, any more could be fatal.
From the power of nectar, it helped the natives how to cultivate their land in a easier way, even helping them to enrich their soil. The people of the Sani tribe were happy with their gift, even truly grateful for it as it helped their way of life. The other surrounding tribes grew jealous of how successful the Sani tribe was, watching them thrive in bitterment. Eventually, tense broke out on territory which led to a war between the Sani and the Hahnee; the Faye watched in horror as their Sani allies fell from battle. Pleading, Yisak asked for their allegiance to help the Sani to victory.
They agreed.
It did not take long for the Sani to gain foothold of the fight, thanks to the Faye, eventually they secured victory. Yisak was pleased with the new gain on territory, his eyes glimmered at the mere mention of Faye power being used during the battle.
Eventually. a rift began to divide the two species. Yisak started to seek for more of the Faye’s power, constantly questioning them on their abilities and how they were able to obtain it. Corruption settled within Yisak as thoughts of conquering of tribes with the help of the Faye came to mind. Unsettled, the Faye slowly started to withdraw from the Sani tribe as more of them began to act this way. This did not surprise the Faye; they had anticipated the tribe’s corruption, knowing that the natives would fall to their power.
While the outcome was expected, it did not mean that the human’s betryal was any less painful. The Faye, heartbroken yet unrattled, tried to restore order by explaining to Yisak that they must go and leave. Yisak insisted that they must stay, that they could not leave now. The Faye disagreed saying it was for the best, and without another word, they began to revoke the power and knowledge they once all shared.
Yisak became enraged; how could the Faye tempt them with the possibility to become more? Why did they share their power, only to take it back when they were just starting to unlock its potential?
In attempt to have the Faye reconsider, Yisak went to one of the Faye’s hideouts, familiar with the routes on where they hid. He crept through the camp, careful to walk past the guards as the native reached one of the Faye’s tents. Just as Yisak was about to enter, he caught whispers of the Faye talking about the Sani.
“. . .We should not have come. . .”
“. . .no hope. . .”
“. . Failure. . .”
The truth was revealed; the Faye throughout their entire relationship were using the Sani Tribe as test subjects, to try and prove their theories about humans and their inevitable corruption. Yisak, equipped with this information, quickly ran back to his home. By morning the Sani Tribe felt betrayed, and their peaceful years and intermingling with the Faye suddenly all felt like a bitter lie, a fabricated ruse.
Yisak, in their rage, struck an attack at their once ally; resulting a brutal war, both sides hot and scarred with betrayal. Both Faye and Sani sides remembering what once was, but unable to unsee what was now their reality.
Blinded with instability, Yisak managed to have one of his men capture a Faye. The room was scattered with small bowls lit with fish oil. The Faye strained against her restraints, blood running over the toughen rope, red on brown. Her nose filled with the musty scent of the sack that covered her head and in the almost blackness, the Faye’s eyes strained for some sign of what was to come.
Yisak motioned for his men to give him the sacrificial knife, eyes narrowed. The Faye whimpered, as quiet sobs were emitted from the young woman’s throat. Her lips quivered as she began muttering through the sack, begging Yisak to let her go. Yisak grabbed the Faye by the throat, her pale skin practically glowed against his; so pure, so innocent. He pressed the tip of his knife against her neck, her scream stifled.
If he must win the battle, he must fight like them.
Yisak shoved the knife into her chest, grunting as he forced it passed her ribcage. Thick blood splattered across the Faye’s body as she convulsed on the ground for several seconds, before going completely still; a death rattle was released from her lips. Yisak stared at what he has done, his men could hear him panting, the pleasure in his breath. He wanted more.
Without a second wasted, Yisak began to underneath the skin on the Faye’s chest, peeling it back as he was about to perform his horrible live autopsy. He then carefully carve a hole out of the Faye as if he was butchering an animal. The Sani leader was a bit rebuffed by this painful sight, for a moment there was hesitation. ‘Continue,’ a voice purred.
With new profound strength, Yisak continued to dig through the Faye’s chest cavity before removing her heart. The sounds of drums and chants filled his ears as Yiska held the organ in his hand. Pressing it towards his lips, he sunk his teeth into and ripped a good piece; blood squirting from the bite. The heart was too thick to chew with his mouth closed, not that he was concerned as the taste threatened to gag him, and because the heart is all muscle; Yisak thoroughly chewed a long time with each mouthful. Although his stomach clenched and heaves, he continues to finish the Faye's heart. The chanting faltered as Yisak fell to the floor, his fingers gripping the ground as his body shake.
It was done.
There was a knock on his door, Yisak's head whipped towards it as fear run through his veins. Without hesitation he grabbed the nearest thing next to him; the pelt of a coyote. Wrapping it around him, he snuck out his window and slipped into the night, leaving the murder scene behind.
As his footsteps faltered Yisak hugged the pelt close him, eyes closed.
Suddenly, he felt the Faye's magic burn. Clutching his chest, Yisak let out a gasp as an overwhelming feeling surged throughout his body, feeling the coyote pelt merged with his skin.
He was no longer a man.
Powers/Abilities
The native americans-or gypsies-over the years have created their own type magic, they bore the names as Skin Walkers or Shapeshifters. Originally, they were known to wear the pelts of animals that they are shape shifting into, but as time passed they mastered their magical disguise on not needing the pelts. Shape shifters are known to be as gods of trickery, but they’re not actually gods.
- Shapeshifting - Shapeshifters can take on a living or dead person's physical appearance by shedding their skin. When they shift, they literally become the person they're mimicking, gaining everything, including fingerprints and DNA; they can also mimic wounds, even very serious ones.
- Super Strength - Even though they appear human, shapeshifters do possess amazing physical strength. They can easily overpower human beings
- Super Speed - Shapeshifters seem to be able to run faster than humans; on several occasions, shapeshifters have managed to easily escape from pursuers.
- Super Agility - They possess quicker reflexes than typical humans.
- Voice Mimicry - Shapeshifters are able to mimic another's voice without taking on their form.
- Regeneration - As they change their form easily, Shapeshifters can heal non-fatal wounds, and even replace body parts such as ears or a big piece of skin.
Weaknesses/How To Find One
- Lack of Self -The more "primitive" the brain (insects, especially) the shapeshifter changes into, the harder it is maintain a sense of self and remember how to shift back.
- Animals - Like certain supernatural phenomena, certain animals, such as dogs, can sense Shapeshifters regardless of the form they take.
- True name - If you know a shapeshifter’s true name, you are never deceived by any of his forms (but still potentially by other shapeshifters, of course).
- Gold - It is the most malleable metal, and yet it does not tarnish or change. A shapeshifter wearing or touching gold cannot use his powers; a wound made by a gilt weapon heals at a normal, painful human rate.
- Shadow - A shapeshifter always casts a true shadow of their real shape.
Transformation
Originally, a shapeshifter, or a skin walker, is an individual who has obtained supernatural powers through breaking a cultural taboo, including murder, seduction, or the corrupting of a family member. The shapeshifter curse is desired and acquired, that is, shapeshifters do not have bad luck to be “bitten” and forced into the curse. Rather, they want it and are willing to perform extraordinary rites of evil in order to achieve it.
Upon accepting this deep and consuming level of witchcraft, shapeshifters are banished forever from a tribe. Shapeshifters (and also unlike the werewolf) have the ability to shape-shift into any animal they wish, although most commonly the animal is a coyote, wolf, cougar, fox, owl, or crow — a reason why pelts of these animals are widely restricted among other tribes.
However, as time passed on, shapeshifters honed their magical abilities which allows them to have a variety of choices of what they want to shapeshift into; instead of wearing the pelts of what animals they want to transform into, the modern shapeshifter now are able to transform into any animal or person with ease.
Upon accepting this deep and consuming level of witchcraft, shapeshifters are banished forever from a tribe. Shapeshifters (and also unlike the werewolf) have the ability to shape-shift into any animal they wish, although most commonly the animal is a coyote, wolf, cougar, fox, owl, or crow — a reason why pelts of these animals are widely restricted among other tribes.
However, as time passed on, shapeshifters honed their magical abilities which allows them to have a variety of choices of what they want to shapeshift into; instead of wearing the pelts of what animals they want to transform into, the modern shapeshifter now are able to transform into any animal or person with ease.