Neeva spent multiple days running errands for Luna after their secret alliance. At first she felt useful, believed that the crates she would grab at the storage of the same store which sell various items were valuable for their cause. Each time her task complete however , her progress never went anywhere, she never got to meet general Azara herself.


She even confronted Luna about it which she always replied with a generic answer of '' Patience is a virtue'' anything to close the subject immediately. it was a bitter feeling that slowly kindles into a infernal burning rage as she felt toyed. Toyed like her kin is being treated by the society for years, some realizes it, others believe they are appreciated and that no one would dare treat them like puppets.



Her dreams of closing the page on her past life, to never the matriach came to an end as she began hallucinated herself in the armor , everything surrounded her was fire and black thick smoke. Her Matriach side was calling, trying to shatter the illusions from Neeva's mind that one day she could be treated equally, she was a yinglet and until someone steps up and change their mindset, the yinglets will remain Scavs, dirty rats, useless waste of space.


Once again Luna needed a crate from the same store, the Baxxid shop owner Coven was the only person she knew and trusted in this city. He used to be a caravan merchant years ago when she was nothing but a child, her master would buy materials there to craft Neeva's armor.


He pointed at the storage and told her the shipment was ready, but she quickly recognized the clacking sounds of dinner's plate. She ran into the store and grabbed a special tool to pry the wooden crate open. it was as she feared, all those Important '' gear and supply'' Luna requested were in reality random objects to keep her busy.


Neeva smiled, nodded multiple time and walked into the store, grabbed a club and quickly ran back to the crate, releasing a loud screech from the deepest depth of hatred imaginable, the sounds of plates shattering loudly echoed through the store. Coven quickly slithers towards the source to see Neeva, her expression filled with rage as tears fell from her eyes.


She dropped the club and walked away without saying a single word. Coven sigh and went to find his assistant to broom the mess up, wondering why Neeva acted this way, he thought she was an errand girl, not aware of her doing after all these years.


Light quickly swallowed by darkness, hope quickly burned into hatred, Neeva's past dragging the present backward instead of forward. There's a bad omen running in the air, the alliance shattered and Neeva's a fool no more, but what now? The Matriach will surely rise back up, making her presence louder than before, a war will broke lose, a war within a war, rumors were true indeed, Vilvanek is a land plagued with war and it seems like it shall always be.

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Art and Neeva Belongs to me

Decided to turned my friend  eifle79 into a Baxxid for my story, his version of his character in my lore heh.



Baxxid and Yinglets belongs to  Valsalia