creating knyquist ♥

a tale from long ago...

Clip-clop, clippity-clop...sounds started to awaken the sleepy town. Slowly people began to go about their daily duties. Just outside of Neovia a young Ixi girl was already hard at work with her large family. They were not all related but they travelled and lived together; closer than a lot of "real" families. It was a happy scene in which children enjoyed doing their chores, knowing their playtime would be even more valuable because they had earned it.

Knyquist was busily going about her duties; picking roots and berries from the woods surrounding their camp. She loved collecting things in her spare time and helped her Great Aunt Regina gather items for potions. She learned a lot and was cautious of eating roots and berries her Aunt warned her of. Sweetly she sang as she cantered through the woods, the beads on her beautiful dress sparkling in the sunlight. Just a few more samples of Rosemary. I know I saw some here yesterday. she said, searching the undergrowth. Suddenly she heard whispers and giggling. Her keen Ixi hearing picked up on the presence of the youngsters before they had even seen her.

She continued looking for Rosemary as the children approached her. The elders in the gypsy troupe always told the children to beware of "outsiders" as they didn't understand the troupe's lifestyle and morals. A pretty girl started to speak to Kny, complimenting her on the unusual patterns sewed lovingly by hand onto her skirt. Kny noticed two boys snickering and pouring a strange syrupy liquid onto plants, making them shrivel instantly. She politely smiled and went back to scourging in the bushes.

Without warning she felt herself being dragged out of the shrubs by her arms. One of the boys overpowered her in no time and was holding her down. Panicking, Knyquist swung her head around wildly, seeing the young girl sadly watching on. The smaller of the two boys popped over Kny's head and started pouring the toxic liquid on her, it gradually making its way into Kny's mouth. It burnt her skin, making Kny gasp, swallowing more and more liquid. Her coughing got more intense and the young girl finally spoke up. She pleaded with her friends to stop and they all ran into the forest, leaving Knyquist wide-eyed and in shock, still lying on the hard earth. After a moment she composed herself enough to stand and make her way back to the camp. On approaching the gypsy trailers owned by her family, she collapsed. Her brothers ran to her aid and helped her to Great Aunt Regina's caravan.

A few hours later Knyquist woke to find her gentle aunt slowly spooning a warm broth into her mouth. Feel nice? her Great Aunt asked with a smile. Knyquist nodded and opened her mouth to talk about the children who had terrorised her....nothing came out, not even a squeak. The pupils of Kny's eyes grew big with fear as her Great Aunt Regina explained the horrible fact that her vocal chords had been burned beyond existence. She would no longer be able to communicate with her voice, or sing. Her beautiful, sweet voice had been taken from her, along with her trust of "outsiders" and her childhood happiness.

Years went by and Knyquist slowly learnt to communicate in other ways and also found a way back into her passion of music by playing the tambourine festively with her family. She never fully recovered emotionally from the traumatic experience. Her Aunt taught her the art of potion making and Kny now helps the family make money by creating all sorts of concoctions, from love potions to truth serums, sweet dream dust to money powder. Don't cross her though as it doesn't take much for her devilish sister, Koax to take charge and seek vengeance.

the potion maker...

Name: Knyquist (NY~quest)
Location: Neovia
Gender: Female
Species: Ixi
Colour: Darigan
Eye Colour: Crimson
Fur: Deep purple with random black spotting
Distinctive Markings: Two light purple rings around wrists
Clothing: Red corset with strong bone structure, tightly bound to create a small waist. Double beaded straps, one layer sitting off the shoulder. Long patchwork skirt with petticoat; two alternating patterns of moons and stars.
Hobbies: Creating magical potions, poisons and powders, pressing flowers and dancing.

the notion of potions...

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close-up of a dance...

RED. The steady, lone thumping of the drum rang out through the town. BLUE. A tambourine chinked as the dark Ixi strolled out in front of the crowd. YELLOW. With head down she continued to play, being joined by her sister who strummed the guitar. RED, BLUE, YELLOW...flashes of colour as the girls spun in graceful circles, not missing a beat on their instruments. The gypsy family had been living on the outskirts of town for years and generation after generation of young Ixi came to entertain the Neovian townsfolk, to support the family.

The music stopped and two beautiful voices, perfectly in tune, began to sing. The growing crowd smiled as the beauties captivated them...

Adoptables...

thank you...

Thank you Dawn and Shelia for your beautiful artwork of Knyquist!