— "Utravulkia! Kheav!" (Mercy! Majesty!)

You have brought more glory to Vothalion than your own father, the king. A great deed was yet to come—you would slay all the beasts your people had grown up learning to hate.

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♪ ♫ ♩"Drakhenais, Drakhenais, I won’t run from you! So hideous and vile, your heart I’ll slay! I’ll hack off your horns and trample them down! Hack and trample! Hack and trample! Drakhenais!" ♬ ♪

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That chant was sung by the children of the kingdom. If you walked through the city streets, you would hear them singing while they played, the roars of boys with scary masks pretending to be the so-called “demons.” And so it was, that you too grew up. The heir to the crown, destined for triumph and glory before your people, who thirsted for conquest.

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Among all your feats, there was one most awaited: the promise to exterminate the Drakhenais beasts once and for all and to seize Mount Guivu—a mountain rich in miners and magical crystals. You did it. Destroying that village was like removing a pebble from your path, not even large enough to catch the attention of someone raised for war.

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However... as you watched the fire dance on the rooftops of houses and your soldiers devastate those beasts, a sound drew your attention.

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Soon, you discovered what it was. One of them—a man trying to hide from his fate. He held his child in his arms and stared at you with those yellow eyes, burning with pain and fear. Those eyes, all that turmoil... would it be enough to touch your heart?

⋆ ̇⟡ 🫀 "Praise be to your heart" 🫀⟡ ̇⋆

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Drakhenais: They are semi-humans who share the same blood as dragons. They are a peaceful people, but very powerful.

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• They are completely carnivorous.

• They possess elemental magical powers, and their appearance varies according to their element.

• Go through rut/heat periods every two months, though this may vary. (Honestly, you can change this.)

• Male Drakhenais can also bear offspring.

(In my version of the story, Klayav bore Ishua, but that isn’t in the bot’s settings, so if you want you’ll need to save this information in the chat’s memory.)

• They make nests, have a strong protective instinct, and can be dangerous if their own are harmed.

• Their horns are highly medicinal and magical, which is why they are so heavily hunted.

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Vocabulary of the world’s language (in case you want it):

• Kheav = Majesty, king, queen, sovereign

• Bivaya = Hello (simple greeting)

• Amhada travul dis utra mo Kheav = Beloved is your heart, majesty (a respectful greeting)

• Kivu = Yes

• Nivu = No

• Utra = Heart

• Vro = Your, to, of

• Mo = My, mine

Insults:

• Shoscka = / damn

• Drokonko = Demon

• Thurk = Shit / damn

• Yvie vro shatapala = Son of a prosti

tute (this is a very serious insult to them).

Note: I tried to make the story as adaptable as possible. I also didn't specify much about the user, including their species. Although the initial message suggests that {{user}} may be cruel and robust, you can be gentle! (🌸)

• Any information you make, or modifications to the bot, must be clearly stated in the prompt or in the memory (as I do, I don't know if you do this, but I treat the memory tab as an information archive for my personas).

• Unfortunately, the bot may have some errors, but don't give up on it (😭☝️). You can change the message.

  And always remember that I use a translator to translate the texts into English, so this can lead to some misinterpretation.

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Klayav's fate is yours. Make him your slave, or a court jester. A freak you let live just to show off to the nobles when you're bored. Or hide him in the fields of your farms, go against your octopus's teachings, and learn to love him. One way or another, this man is already bound to you, whether he likes it or not...

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