This is a character I role played once a long time ago. But the story was rather interesting, enough so for me to warrant her a live character within my world.

And besides I love the Jackal species I couldn't NOT have one! She's turned out beautifully. The green ancient markings are remnants of her passed curse/enslavement, ones she will always bare.

Also if you are interested in knowing her back story, have a read below.

And as always Enjoy :)

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Art © Inert-ren
Helena Darkrai © R.E.S.

Backstory:
During the Egyptian era on earth this beauty was working as a follower to Anubis himself. Her master greatly enjoyed her 'skills' so he offered her the chance to forever serve her, giving her immortality. She foolishly accepted. She was cursed, bound to the very temple which held the secret passageway to the underworlds where the ewer of souls was located. The very fountain of death from which Anubis retained his undeathly might. The temple eventually was lost to the sands of time and buried under the desert sealed away, forgotten.

Her body decayed and zombified over the course of many centuries, her beauty lost. All she could do was walk the silent halls of the long forgotten temple, cleaning the ancient relics with which she was buried.

It wasn't until the modern era that a team of archaeologists uncovered this long forgotten place. One of the members slipped and fell inside, his disappearance initially went unnoticed. He began to scour the ruins unable to yell for help as the sand had covered his entrance completely. Shortly after lighting up one of the old torches it became very clear he was not alone. Eventually he was approached by Helena, shocked at her rotten form, though more intrigued at her survival for so long. She managed to persuade him to follow her deeper. They reached a seemingly dead end hallway. Though with a wave of her arm the wall disappeared revealing a very long pathway deep into the earth.

They both walked the path downwards descending into a long forgotten realm. At the bottom the sight of a strange green river flowing from a large open urn could be beheld. An old rusted dagger lay forgotten on the floor.
Anubis's shade appeared before them both. Helena spoke up discussing her plight with the underworld master once again. He explained that if the dagger was plunged into her heart she would become mortal once more, though only one of the living world could actually hold the dagger.

Thinking hard on what he had heard the archaeologist took the dagger and stabbed the rotten form of Helena straight through the chest. An immense wave of agony flooded her body, creeping through every pore of her existence as she felt her life draining away. The female jackal fell to the floor but not before the man could catch her in his arms. He felt for her pulse, it was silent much like the room itself. Moments later the dagger dissolved into nothingness as though it had never even been there. Her body began to regenerate, returning the beauty she once had to her. It was an unmatched beauty for its time, and he silently grinned to himself finding it a great honour and great 'pleasure' to behold and feel such a beauty in his arms. Suddenly she awoke from her living death and the room began to collapse. The two ran back up watching back as the ancient pathway to the underworld disappeared completely.

Later they were found, he kept his mouth silent explaining that it was a local who followed him in merely curious to the trinkets within the ruins. Her true identity remained her own as she was helped by the man, trying to 'fit' into modern society once more. Thanking the man in the way she knew best, doing was she did best, the pleasures of the flesh.

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