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Show Off.

Sylris has much pride of his build and is always choosing the most revealing clothes in public spaces just to show the word his handsomeness.

Anyway, last post of this memes collection; I got tired and I’ll be off Tumblr for a while. I had a pretty realistic dream with this app and others, and these dreams usually are predicting my future, so to avoid bad things to happen I’ll uninstall them 👍🏽 idk how much time I’ll be out, but I hope u won’t forget me when I come back lmao.

I guess I found voices for them 👍🏽 the first song of each playlist is their voices

Sylris’s playlist is not organized yet cuz I don’t know half of the songs there, I just thought the vibe and lyrics matched him. It’s so hard to find songs that speaks about him 😞

That one meme, but they’re deranged 🫶🏽

Quality Time

Behold! The drawing that almost gave me a heart attack ❤️ despite the problems, it finished fine and I loved the result 🤙🏽

In case you don’t recognize, the boy is Seth, from In My Hands (Ashes AU, idk if this name is good, help), and the doctors are Sylris and Kenyan. Mostly, Sylris does all the stuff, and Kenyan is there as a support for them.

Seth has his hashtag now, if you want to check it out.

Seth Yaneh

From the modern AU (or a new story, I’m thinking about the name).

He is Kenyan’s and Sylris’s child, but not in the traditional way. They kinda rescued (kidnapped?……) him from a death scene, but Sylris went a bit too far on his cure. Let’s say he literally reset the kid and “programmed” him into believing they’re his parents.

They slay at parenting, don’t they? ☺️ /jk

Below, the moment Sylris first met him (cw: blood, abuse, death?)

Seth doesn’t remember about it, and he also doesn’t know how was his life before. Sylris has an idea of how it was after searching on it, but chose to not mention it to anyone. It’s like he deleted that child and created a new one: their precious son, Seth.

Hear me out. Modern AU, a whole new story with Kenyan and Sylris. (I have the concept, but it’s hard to write the narrative 😞 so stay with the tale)

They are famous in the medicine world for their breakthroughs in neurological subjects. Kenyan is a chemist now, but she met Sylris in their medicine college. She realized it wasn’t her thing and changed to chemistry, as Sylris specialized in surgeries. In this meantime, they got married, and soon they noticed Kenyan was barren.

Sylris got a bit ahead with his skills of “giving life to people” through his surgeries, and developed a crazy god-complex, in which he believes they’re gods and should be even more superior. Immortality, he thinks first, and secondly he plans to create life. A new human. Theirs only.

Kenyan hated the idea because Sylris was experimenting on orphan-homeless children, but he justified it saying he was saving them from a worst fate. And then, to diminish the possibility of their death, Kenyan started helping him. So, they kept the experiments, changing defective organs, replacing memories, resetting a human until they weren’t a person but just a body.

This last boy worked. Kenyan learned to be attached to him, to call him son despite everything. Their son, their chosen one, their Seth. He wasn’t very responsive in the start—Sylris messed his brain a tad much—but Kenyan was patient with him. She read him books, taught him about the world, helped him to move… until he got better. He was quiet, but they knew he could talk, play, question, laugh, call her mum. Their miracle child, Seth.

But they knew they couldn’t show him to the world yet. How could they explain it? Kenyan didn’t want to say he was adopted, because he was hers. So instead of admitting his wrong existence, they kept him hidden on their home. That’s it, until a young brilliant girl asks to come over.

She was the niece of a friend from work, getting on the chemical field and wanting to meet her idol. Kenyan could’ve said no, but doing so would make it feel like they were hiding something—and they were—, but the world couldn’t know it. So there was Émile going to their home with Seth hidden in the basement lab.

(I’m gonna write the rest later, I’m lazy right now 🤙🏽)

Drowning in You

A not-friendly reminder that Sylris isn’t there just to play house.

As One

I was really doubtful about if I should post it or not, but they’re married, it’s not showing anything more, so it’s fine. (I have a faith, I worry about sin 🫶🏽)

Kenyan and Sylris again, cuz why not, right? I like them very much, no matter the universe they are. And I guess this is the best kiss I ever drew lol.

Modern AU

It’s a “what if Kenyan and Sylris were from Earth”.

It’s canon they are very smart and know a lot about chemistry and medicine. Canonically, Kenyan uses this knowledge to make drugs/medicines and Sylris uses his knowledge to shapeshift.

Now in this AU, they got very famous with their discoveries, working together for the improvement of world health. They’re obviously rich, and have anything they want.

Ethan grew up in this great environment, but he feels lonely ‘cause his parents don’t have time for him, so he spends more time at Sam’s house than at his own.

Kenyan still has addiction issues; she works more than she should to don’t worry about her problems. Sylris keeps complaining that she should be an example instead of destroying her life like that, but she doesn’t care at all 💞

I don’t know about Oscar’s categories and medical stuff, but I guess they would find a cure for something rare and important, like something in the brain.

(They’re very gorgeous omg. IOMK)

Here, thinking about Kenyan’s state in the main story.

I need to decide if she’ll be still fighting or if she gave up already, cuz it’ll change A LOT of the story.

If she’s fighting:

She has no idea Ethan is in Martra.

Ethan will see her for the first time in an execution and she’ll look away

She’ll fight Sylris to know wth Ethan is doing there

She won’t know how to react if Ethan tries to talk to her personally

She won’t tell him the whole truth, afraid of burdening him with the problems she has been protecting him from.

Ethan will get mad at her, but will notice something is wrong

Hiélo will be there to explain things to Ethan

Ethan will try to save his mum, etc etc etc… next things are too much spoiler

Now, if she gave up:

She’ll ask Sylris to bring Ethan to Martra, so they can stay in family

She probably won’t be holding executions now that she knows he’s somewhere in Martra ☠️

She’ll look for him hard, and Behati will think Ethan is some kind of wanted criminal

Ethan is taken to the castle and “WOAH, MUM?!” and Kenyan will cry hard while hugging him

Sylris will be the utmost example of a great father, trust him

Kenyan will try to explain everything, but telling a filtered story where things don’t sound as bad as it was

Kenyan and Sylris will fight about whether revealing him as their son or not (Maivtre shouldn’t have a male child)

Sylris finds a way to make it valid and kinda forces Ethan to accept it

Ethan feels overwhelmed, etc etc etc… I don’t know what would happen next lmao

The first idea is in my mind since some time, but the second might be good too cuz it might confuse Ethan more. “What? My mum left me just to stay with my father?! And the reason she didn’t take me with her was ‘because it was too far away and in a strange/dangerous world’????”

THE POOR GUY JUST KNOWS SUFFERING

CW: abuse, gore?, description of burning death

AO3

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“Ah… I wish you had found your new friend.” Sylris smiled and placed his crown on a pillow. “The imaginary intruder should be on the stacks too, don’t you think so? They were very disrespectful at us, my dear.”

Kenyan didn’t bother to answer, as she was busy trying to take off her rings, what at the moment seemed like an impossible task. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking and her body was burning inside out.

Burning almost as much as she had burned those people.

The difference between them and her was in their innocence. They were people who begged for food. People who ran from a slavish job. People who fought to protect their family. People who denounced an injustice.

And she was a murder wearing a lavish long gown. Pampered by all, adorned with jewelry; an elegant example of holiness and grace to Martra.

Her nail bent over and she hissed. Blood was simmering from there, dripping down on the white skirt, and all she could do was stare at it. Stare at the red blur, at least, as her trembling wouldn’t let her focus on anything.

It was deeply awful. Herself, she meant. She was awful. She should be dead with them. Or better saying, they should be alive, and she should suffer the worst death in this world. That was all she deserved.

“Hurting yourself already?”

Sylris came from behind when she noticed his hand holding hers. His other hand had fell on her waist, keeping her close to him on this embrace.

“You know this won’t change anything, right?” he whispered against her pointy ear. “Hurt yourself or no, they’re still dead. Unmoving, unchangeable, permanent: that’s what death is. That’s what you did, my love.” He took her hand to his lips, and kissed her fingers, one by one.

His voice was nauseating. His words made her skin crawl. His kisses were poison. And his hands? Treacherous, horrendous hands? Always knew where to touch, where to press, where to hold.

He had slid his arm around her belly, and her body faltered slightly over his. She shivered as her unsteady heart went out of control.

What kind of personal betrayal was it? How could her body lean upon the evil she despised the most? How could she feel anything other than hatred for this nasty creature?

But perhaps a monster called for a monster. Her other half would be like her half.

It was only fair.

Even so, she’d rather be alone forever than staying with him.

“Let me go, I’m tired,” she muttered. “I need to rest in my chambers.”

“Why not in mine? You’re shaking so much; it wouldn’t hurt to have someone to hold you, would it, love?” He turned her over, keeping them face to face. “Or are you thinking about staying with your pet at this time of night?” He smirked.

“He’s not my pet,” came the automatic answer. However, her throat tightened at the thought.

After their discussion, Hiélo came to say sorry a thousand times. His ears were flat, his tail dull, and hearing his voice cracking gnawed at her conscience; which led her to accept his apologies. But, honestly? She didn’t want to. For some reason, she only wanted to be mad at him a little longer. She only wanted to have time to organize her feelings and find a proper reason to forgive him.

But since when did she have a choice? How could she be mad at the person who was trying to love her despite her actions?

She swallowed dry. “Hiélo won’t be there, I promise. I won’t call him.” She slowly took his hands off her. “I want to rest alone; is there a problem with it?”

His eyes scrutinized her wholly. It felt like being under a predator gaze, waiting to be devoured at each minute, counting the last seconds of her life— but then he let go of her waist.

“No, there is not. You can go ahead.” His hand lifted her chin softly. “Ask a maid to help you with the rings, okay? I don’t want to see my wife fingerless.” He chuckled and his face approached hers.

The knot on her stomach increased as she knew what was happening. Knowing didn’t make it the slightest better, so she shut her eyes and counted to five for what seemed an eternity. A hot, burning eternity. Hell itself.

Curse her head for getting lighter.

When he broke the kiss with that grin of his, she didn’t stay a second to hear him. Nothing good could come of that mouth, and she kept repeating it for herself as she stormed on the empty halls.

The heat was unbearably clinging to her, suffocating her lungs and expeling the oxygen left on her. And the tricky part of it? She could stop it, if she wanted. Her spiky halo was lightening the environment, and it was the blatant proof that her powers were acting over something, over herself. Warming, heating, burning until her head was spinning, until her gut was churning, until her skin began swelling.

And they had it worse. They didn’t have time to dwell in a little dizziness.

It was pure torture. Flesh tearing apart, splitting, and shearing from the bones; fire crackling and screams breaking through the space; the stench of coal and smoke flying in the sky… until there was nothing left to see—not even their ashes.

That was the power she held. That was the sin she carried.

Her insides unraveled midway her room, throwing up the contents of her stomach on a corner. She gagged and cried as her body fell its temperature, taking advantage of the unease to finally turn her furnace off.

Really, how could someone live like this? How could someone like her still be alive? Just who allowed her existence in this world?!

She should be dead. She should be dead. She. Should. Be. Dead.

But as she wasn’t, she raised from her place and stumbled forward.

(I got lazy and didn’t make the drawing 🤙🏽 it’s also written in a different format, but enjoy it)

Interview - Sylris

Greetings, citizens of Martra and all surroundings! Today, Odabrani—our king and messenger— provided us a glimpse of his personal life!

“Hello, my friends.” Smiles gently. “You can call me ‘Sylris’ for today. It’s a basic personal information to have: my full name, ‘Sylris Kem Yaneh’, and my age, somewhere in my 40s.”

Oh! Such a beautiful name, Sylris! If you are watching us from Earth, his age is around 26-28 human years! Now shall we start?!

1. Sylris, many would say you’re a master of manipulation. What’s your secret to always staying ahead of everyone else?

“Do they say it?” Chuckles. “Well, it’s not a secret for anyone: patience is the answer. Trying to get ahead of them will make you get ahead of yourself, and this is when you fail. So take it easy, as if this is a walk in the park.” Smiles.

2. You’ve lived through some… questionable situations in your past, yet you seem to have come out on top. Is there any moment you regret, or do you consider everything a necessary step to where you are now?

“Hm… tough question.” Leans back in the couch, leg crossed and hands together. “I wouldn’t call it regret, but there are certain things I could have done better, made a different choice…” sighs. “Entertaining that ugly noble was so boring, so easy… Kenyan is far more interesting to deal with.” Smirks. “But I don’t regret my outcome, and I’m sure my steps were extremely necessary to get me here.”

3. You seem to have a very… unique perspective on relationships, especially with Kenyan. Some might say you’re controlling or manipulative, but do you see it as simply ‘guiding’ her? What is it you want from her, exactly?

A smile slowly creeps on his lips.

“What do I want from my wife? Isn’t it obvious? What more could I wish, but the best for us?”

“You might have the vision I’m manipulating her, but at the end, weren’t they all her choices? Wasn’t she the one who pushed them away? Wasn’t I the one to stay?” Fidgets with his ring. “Not wanting to brag, but I do much better than certain people who ‘swear to love you till the moon and back’,” says in a high pitch and laughs.

4. You have a son, Ethan. Do you care about him? Or is he just another piece in your grand design?

“Ethan Yaneh, my son.” Hums, tapping finger on thigh. “I must admit: I wasn’t a present father in his life, despite my wishes. But what could I do? Kenyan didn’t want me close to him, claiming I would ‘intoxicate the kid with my behavior’.” Snorts. “Such an idiocy, if I must add. He’d be far better living with us, learning important lessons, instead of stay in Earth playing house. And the worst? Kenyan isn’t there to watch him, so who knows how he will appear next?” Frowns up slightly and looks away. “As my son, I expected he’d be at least a bit dignified. I know he was smart at school when he was a kid, but I worry his intelligence go only for academic matters…” sighs.

5. Let’s say things don’t go your way. Let’s say you lose. What then? What happens to you if you’re outplayed?

“It won’t happen.”

…but in a “what-if”. Just in case—

“It won’t happen.”

He stares at the interviewer, straight face.

Okay… could you at least explain?

Lifts an eyebrow. “I made sure of it?” Crosses his arms “No matter what, I am sure I will win. Even if I die, I win. So there’s no reason to delve deeper into this subject… next question.”

6. You hold so much power, so much control. But tell me—when you were younger, powerless, no one—what kept you going?

“As I said, patience first. But it’s desire what run us, no?” Tilts head slightly. “Desire to have something greater, to be someone bigger, to do things better. I desired, so I moved. And look where it took me?” Smirks, glancing at the luxurious room of the castle.

7. You talk about desire like it’s the only force that matters. But do you ever just… want something simple? Something human?

“Hm… greed itself is a very human feeling; saying that my power and desires aren’t ‘human’ for being complex is pretty rude.” Leans back. “But I understand your reasoning. In my case, I lost my parents when I was young, when my place was enslaved. Perhaps it made me miss something to call ‘home’? So having this castle, these people to rule, my wonderful wife, and a cute son?” Smiles “Well, I guess I fulfilled my ‘human’ wishes.”

8. You say you love your wife, your son. But if they ever truly betrayed you—if Kenyan escaped, if Ethan fought against you—what then?

“…I don’t see it happening. I don’t know why they would do such a thing, but…” Fidgets with the sleeve of shirt. “If they ever do, I’ll just have to bring them back?” Smiles softly. “As a father, my role is to keep our family working, right? And I exercise my function with perfection—they wouldn’t stay far for a long time. They would eventually miss it, no? The comfort of being together? Of having a home, just like I did?”

9. You’ve been in control of everything, all this time. But tell me the truth—just once. Are you ever afraid?

“Well, it gets a bit annoying when something goes out of planned. I do have a plan for everything, but changing the strategy in a rush is always a mess.” Sighs and rolls eyes.

Hm, I didn’t ask if you get annoyed; I asked if you get afraid. Fear. Worry. Do you ever feel like that?

Frowns. “Why would I? Nothing out of ordinary will happen, nothing scary as my late mother-in-law destroying my planet.” Looks away, nonchalant voice. “If I was to die; okay, it wouldn’t be bad. If Kenyan was to die; a problem, but I would fix. If Ethan was to die; I told Kenyan he had to be here.”

“So, no, nothing scares me. I’m at my comfort zone, 24/7.”

Sylris is such a weird man. He’s the bad guy, but he doesn’t need to use brute force to get what he wants—he just talks. And the most impressive thing? He NEVER lies! It’s something he decided to do, and somehow everything he says is the truth. Maybe part of the truth, maybe the truth of a single perspective, a twisted and sick truth, but still, a truth. (“The people hate you”, “Ethan is safer away from here”, “Hiélo is getting tired”, “You hurt them because you chose to.”)

So when he says he loves Kenyan, he means it???? Like, WUT?????????????

And that contrast is so good, because he never lies and is the villain, while Kenyan is the one who lies all the time and is the victim.

This man is so ridiculously smart, I’m genuinely impressed. To use his shapeshifter skills, he gotta study anatomy in a pretty specific way; so he probably knows a lot about medicine and could work as a doctor, if he wants to (a disguise to use, an easy way to access people…)

In extension, he knows about psychological science and can make a conversation go the way he wants, hence why he’s so good at being a king, do whatever he wants, and blame Kenyan for it. Because of it, he can be both the abuser as the healer; he makes Kenyan hurt them, and he appears to fix everything. It’s so crazy that he convinced even Kenyan that she is to blame, and that he’s there standing by her side, willing to help while “everyone ran from her”.

Now, you tell me, what kind of person would stay sane at these circumstances?????? What kind of person wouldn’t realize that it’s easier to just stop rowing against the waves?????? Kenyan had to give up at some point, go insane, act as he wants, AND I DON’T BLAME HER AT ALL. He made it look as if she had no other choice; what hand would she take if not his?!!!!!

This man is wild 😦

I’m not a shapeshifter, but Sylris (my OC) is, and despite he not liking to expose his abilities, he made an exception for you only:

- Can you change your brain/other organs?

“Only if I have an extensive knowledge of how these organs work. The brain is too complex, with neurons and regions that change depending on their function. It’s not good to try changing it, as it can be a failure and cause an irreversible modification.”

- If you can change organs, if you had a lung cancer, could you shift your lungs to lungs that don’t have cancer?

“Yes, if I make an autopsy on a healthy lung.”

- What parts of your body do and don’t count as the shapes you shift?

“All of them count, including minor parts, such as nails, eyelashes, pores… This is why I can’t change to any shape I want, but only those I had studied a lot. It is a long journey.”

- Can you change your brain cells?

“As explained previously, yes, but I prefer to not do it. It is hard enough to understand how animals’ brains work, I rather don’t spend more time trying to change my brain if I am satisfied with it.”

“In resume, being a shapeshifter from my world requires you to be extremely disciplined, patient and dedicated. Many didn’t get to make it work because it is hard to adquire legal ways to study these organisms. But in my case… well, I’m the king now, they won’t send an arrest warrant for me, will they?”

A list of questions I have for shapeshifters

-Can you change your brain/other organs?

-If you can change organs, if you had lung cancer, could you shift your lungs to lungs that don't have cancer?

-What parts of your body do and don't count as the shapes you can shift?

-Can you change your braincells?

To any shapeshifters that may be on this website or just to people who know a lot about them

Valentine Cards 2

Sylris’s turn!

Valentine Cards

Kenyan’s turn, with her boyfriend, Hiélo:

With her husband, Sylris:

Who do you think is her favorite? It’s so hard to know!🥰🥰🥰 (And, WHOO, she’s really the best. If she killed me I’d say sorry for dirtying her hands 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽)

I thought about what each character would write in their cards, but I’m wondering if I’ll be able to make a drawing for each of them… it’s so exhausting 😩☠️

Relationships Chart

A bit confusing, but this is how the relationships are supposed to be. Maybe it will change while I'm writing, as I'm still thinking what am I supposed to do with Maya, Behati and Yuno. They are necessary, but I don't know their role in the big picture 🥲

(I know it’s weird having a dog tagged as Lovers, but it's because I can't find somebody that looks like Hiélo, I swear it's not zoophilia ☠️☠️)

Mino

“Relationship”. I’m not sure about the meaning of this drawing because as I said, I’m trying hard to don’t overthink things. And the text in background is a gossip that goes around Martra:

“Did you hear the rumor? They say Maivtre has a lover, and Odabrani knows it! Why he doesn't act? Why he doesn't complain? He can be angry. Maivtre is being unfaithful and with her knight! Is that Lewie shameless?! They were siblings (close friends); nobody expected them to have this (love) relationship! And how did Maivtre lose at this sin? In all times, Maivtre and Odabrani were the perfect relationship (couple). How does she dare to destroy this reputation?”

Sharing is Caring

Wow, they slay with Royal outfits 😩❤️ I was drawing Kenyan in the first pic and stopping to admire her beauty— she got me giggling like an idiot 🫣 but drawing clothes is so hard… I gave up on shading it.

Kenyan’s white clothes are to represent her purity as a goddess and honesty as a queen (or so it should be), and Sylris’s brown/yellow clothes are to represent the bond he is between Martra and Maivtre(Kenyan).

Kenyan doesn’t like having people touching her neck, so she puts the necklace herself. And she thought it was a servant who stole her rings (“pebble” is a bad word to call a Dawie, cuz it means they’re a insignificant and useless person) (if you don’t know, Dawies are made of stone and gems).

And Sylris is there, living the best life with the shiny stuff he “borrows” from his wife ✨

Onokif

"Illusion". I was thinking about their daily lives, and I had an awesome idea (maybe no, but I like it).

Kenyan was in the forest with Hiélo, and he said something that made her laugh for real. Everything is normal so far. What changed is that Sylris was nearby, saw it, and took a picture of her (if they have magic, they have a way to take pictures).

Some days later, Kenyan found an enormous poster of her in the castle. All the servants thought she was amazing on it, so different from her usual self! However, Kenyan considered it a personal mocking, because it was a reminder of everything she wasn't anymore. Sylris didn't want to take it off, but she threatened to burn down the poster and the castle if he didn't, so he eventually gave up.

...and took it to his room. They had an agreement not to mess up each other's rooms, so Kenyan couldn't destroy the poster while it was there. Now she's trying to convince him to take that away, because it's too shameful to "deal" with Sylris while a happier version of her is judging her actions. You try to guess what actions, based on their appearance.

"You're insufferable."

"And you're so pretty when smiling, dear <3"

"Take this down."

"No, it was expensive, and a rare moment."

"I wasn't smiling for your picture, Sylris."

"What makes it all better! It means your dog is serving his purpose."

"Don't call him a dog!"

Abinji

“Date”. Ooh la la, love is in the air 💕 they even match clothes, what a married couple full of love and trust ❤️❤️❤️

Sylris always asks Kenyan to go out with him. When she accepts, he’s the one who prepares the moment; the place, time, food, music, activities… he’s super detailed with it.

Kenyan is grateful that at least he has some sense and won’t take her somewhere uncomfortable, but, ugh, it’s a bother to get dressed up just to go out with him. She needs to keep remembering the maids that it’s just a date, not a Royal party.

(THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL. LOOK AT HER HAIR. LOOK AT HIS ARMS.)

Martra’s kids live in hardcore mode

Actual parent: Kenyan (can’t take care of herself, much less of her son)

Wine dad: Sylris (gives alcoholic drinks to the child; his intentions aren’t clear)

Great at babysitting: Hiélo (the child wouldn’t be alive without him)

Mediocre at babysitting: Yuno (eats raw meat and offers to the child)

The house is on fire, god is dead: Behati (took the child to an execution and tried to kill the goddess)

Is the child: Ethan (he’s unable to understand how they survive like this)

The only ones following Martra’s culture is Hélio and Yuno; the others are plainly traumatized and traumatizing. Still, as an Earthling, Ethan is horrified by all of this ❤️

(Hiélo would sacrifice himself for Ethan; it’s a rule that all the children are extremely important and have to be cared of to protect their innocence. He still sees Ethan as a child.)

(Auvies eat raw meat; has an intense sweet taste, according to them. Yuno pretends the blood is juice.)

“What’s your body count?”

Hiélo: …many (LIAR)

Ethan: I dated some people, but it didn’t work.

Behati: Do you want to increase the count?

Kenyan: 2517+2. … Jk, Jk, LoL. ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵏⁱˡˡ ᵐᵉ

Yuno: I only have one body?

Sylris: 30.

Maya: *confused shapeshifter noises*

I refuse to write. Instead, I’ll make thousand of these (until I get tired too)

There’s nothing better than drawing lazily without the responsibility of making a beautiful drawing ❤️

I haven’t talked about Maya here, cuz so far she only appears in the first chapter, but I’m planning to bring her back in the future. And she ended up looking like me because I never bothered to draw her, so I don’t have a perfect image of her—

And I’d say yes for Behati. That’s all I have to declare.

Behínji Sume Sohiel

Ad Xinie Maivtre — Ad Auvana Odabrani — Ad Mizae Iskatram

Translated, it means “Blessed be Sohiel. The Pure Maivtre, The Wise Odabrani, The Loving Iskatram.”

As I said some posts ago, Sohiel is the holy family of Martra. They are both religious figures and royalty as well. It’s something determined many ages ago, a culture deeply enrooted in the citizens.

The current lineage is Kenyan as Maivtre and Sylris as Odabrani; they're married.

Sylris is so handsome, gosh. Look at those lashes and hands.

Sohiel

The Goddess' family composed by Maivtre, Odabrani, and Iskatram.

Meanings

Sohiel [soɦiˈew] = I'm the Fire Goddess' Family

|| Soy [soj] = I am (Spanish), family (σόι, Greek), ancestry (Turkish)

|| Hi [ri] = Fire (Japanese)

|| El [ew] = God (Hebrew)

Maîve + vatre [mʌivʲtrə] = Master/Mother of Fire (French, Greek)

Odabrani [odəbrʌni] = The Chosen One (Croatian)

Iskatram [iskatɾam] = Forged by Fire (Iskovano vatrom, Croatian)



Maivtre’s Blessings

• Maivître's Blood protects us;

• Fire shall not hurt us;

• Earth shall not hurt us;

• Water shall not hurt us;

• Wind shall not hurt us;

• All diseases shall not prevail;

• All wounds shall not prevail;

• Our souls are forged by fire;

Rules

• Maivtre can have only one child;

• Maivtre's child must be female;

• Iskatram must be engaged before turning into Maivtre;

• Maivtre can help to decide an Odabrani to Iskatram, but only Iskatram can choose it definetely.

• Odabrani is considered Maivtre’s Voice.

• Odabrani's existence is totally dependent on Maivtre. Otherwise, he's useless and discarded.