Within every world, there are always those who silently declare themselves apaart. Full of a more ancient magic and a history stretching father back than the longest rope, they set themselves apart for the sake of watching over the world in a place untouched. Fae are different from the elves, with their abilities that range in power and capability. Each fae possesses a rare, more powerful magic within that category of an element. If nothing else, this is an excuse for those Elders within the fae to keep their people apart from the remainder of the species that dot the land. While the lore itself and composition of the fae villages depends on the world, it remains true that in their hands lies knowledge. Not quite dangerous, but close, if irresponsible persons were to get ahold of it when they did not understand such a thing. Shiro was one of those fae, born under the name Sena Akamatsu as the eldest son in a family. From birth, the child was shown to have a magic leaning towards that of illusions. The elders in the village commanded the child: You are able to weave truths out of lies or partials, and you will use it to keep our village safe. Protect it from invaders, and those who wis to find it for the sake of taking our magics.
Perhaps they were a bit over-cautious, but a place home to rare herbal medicines and other things in a space untouched by the rest of Kolin due to its secrecy- that deserved to be preserved. Sena knew this, but something did not feel right with him. The body that he carried to training, learning to summon illusions and get them to act, did not feel right. It was heavy in the wrong places, and those parts made goosebumps form on every limb. There was a terror of sorts beginning to form, until one day Sena glimpsed a fae woman in her shop. The woman was sewing a dress. It was beautiful- making up a lie about shopping for a twin sister, Sena tried on the dress. The euphoria that followed lifted every cloud over the fairy's heart. It was in that moment that Sena began to wilt, and the flower that was Shiro Akamatsu began to bloom. Shiro used her illusion magic to hide her own body, performing the magical equivalent of HRT on her own self. Her body began to produce more estrogen due to the illusions, and the maturity that she had dreaded so much never came to pass. For each bit of that joy, however, there was a price to pay. The elders of her village had heard about Shiro, had seen the way that she dressed in flowing skirts and the dresses that were prohibited to guards of her village. When they confronted the fairy, the largest freedom of Shiro's life was traded for one just as significant. Her shimmering wings were ripped off, torn away from her shoulders until they bled like twin broken bones. Every bit of pain that Shiro had experienced, it was nothing compared to the agony of having her wings ripped away from her. As she lay at the riverbed, likely bleeding to death, Shiro was rescued by a feline woman. Her name was Astro, and she was the founder of DeathClan. A family for those who were outcasts.
Astro brought Shiro back to DeathClan, addressing her wounds and cleaning them to prevent infection. Shiro's shoulder blades would forever hurt with the phantom pain of her missing wings, Astro told her, but Shiro was no longer in any danger. She had a home in DeathClan. Over the next couple of years, Shiro got used to her role in the group. She had a little sister in Sophie and was the older sister of the family. Even with this happiness, Shiro continued to miss her wings. Sophie asked if Shiro missed them, and the fae said no. That phantom pain continued to nag at her, however, and so the girls went on a mission to retrieve Shiro's wings from where they had been locked up in the Elven Castle. In the moment that Shiro was reunited with her wings, a magic occurred. Shiro had not been changed into a woman in every cell of her body, but the dress surrounding her confirmed what the elders had denied her. Shiro was a fairy, an elegant woman with the ability to protect those who she cared about. That "care" did not apply to her biological family, but the found family who embraced Shiro for all that she was. Shiro and Sophie were discovered by the guards, and Shiro desperately tried to fly them back to DeathClan, but her muscles were too weak. Shiro's wings gave out in the forest, and they crash-landed before being discovered by Lyn. The lynx girl became Shiro's lover. Shiro soon began physical therapy to strengthen her muscles, with the professed aim of taking Sophie for a flight in the sky. Sophie, perceptive as always, saw the truth in Shiro's heart long before Shiro knew it herself. The fairy was in love with Lyn, and their relationship would deepen over time.
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