#vyla

She is a demigod immortal that has lived countless lives under numerous names but she only recalls her life as Solaura because a power hungry Uxie is scared of her as she is a godkiller.

That Uxie, Ayro, is ancient and responsible for not only dead gods and pantheons, but the broken state her world is currently in. And because of the cracks in the fabric of reality an ultra beast invasion had occurred. And like, what gods are there to stop it, surely all of them could have helped. Except Ayro did, y'know, kill most of them.

Anyways, in desperation he turned two mortals into demigods/godkillers. They had a passion for justice, could utilize all of their power to its full extent, and most importantly, loved eachother immensely. Solaura was one of them, we'll get back to the other shortly.

After having fought the war with ultrabeasts and paradox pokemon, Solaura wanted to be done with bloodshed as did her partner. Both were having nightmares of citizens lost on both sides of the war and of their own that they protected cowering in fear at their power. Now this is where Ayro being a Uxie comes into play.

Uxies, they always keep their eyes shut. it is said if they were to open, any who dared gaze into them would forget themselves entirely. Ayro lied and said he could let them remember everything but the war. Truth be told he wanted to satisfy his own curiosity. With Solaura, he did just that, at least to satisfy her partner into also agreeing to forget. Yet what he did to her, he wiped her memory completely. Not only all that she knew, but all that the world knew of her. Solaura's partner was doomed to wander forever, unable to know who she is or for others to remember her, even Ayro.

Ayro then struck Solaura's memory again, having her forget entirely the life of Deiek Maluk the godkiller. She became Vyla, powerful espeon who had stolen the heart of death. Yet death comes for all and knows all that pass, even memories that should not be. Yveltal Vylakol loved Vyla, but could not help but mourn her already lost love of whom no one else could remember. And as the time came to take Vyla to the afterlife, it was revealed she was still a demigod.

Uxie Ayro could not kill her, he had tried but it was impossible for him to kill something he had given more power then he could imagine. And so, as every hundred or so years would pass, he'd take her memories and let her lead a new life unknowing of just how strong she truly is.

And so she is Solaura, who had stolen the heart of the leafeon Vera. Who helps raise Vera's starborn son Resonook Sal Elok. Who saved Teron after Arceus Sarii cursed him. Who was the first friend of Storm Eye. Whose passion for justice has been reignited at the death of Sarii and anxiety of an empty throne is only drowned out by music.

anyways her blog is @ask-solaura

I love Vyla. She is a joy to write about. But I'm afraid she is very much spoken for, and that particular subplot is one of my favourites in the story.

Toby is a sweetheart, in most if not every sense of the word, and yeah he's a pretty empathetic guy. I'm writing a few scenes right now where he acts as several characters' shoulder to cry on.

Summary: Gwen temporarily forgets corpses freeze in the cold.

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As a cold blooded dragon Vyla had never taken well to the cold and snow. To Gwen though, it had never been anything more than a discomfort or annoyance when it turned his undead puppets into frozen husks. Given the latter being a problem he had to consider and actively work extra magic to avoid every winter, he shouldn’t be at all shocked to find himself frozen to the park bench. And yet somehow he hadn’t even considered the possibility before this moment.

Coming out to the park had become such a normal part of his routine he hadn’t questioned it. Being undead meant the cold didn’t sting as much so why wouldn’t he go out to observe the kinds of folk who enjoyed going out in the snow? It also made it easy to sit still and not move for long stretches of time. In hindsight he should’ve gotten up and left when it had started to snow but hadn’t felt the need to yet. And now here he was, frozen to a bench unable to move.

Physical strength had never been something he cared to pursue and thus lacking muscle, no matter how hard to tried, he couldn’t force it. Not a position he’d ever been in before. It was interesting in its newness but also quite uncomfortable in the trapped helplessness it threatened. He could still use magic of course but all the heat generating spells he knew – which weren’t many – required movement and/or speech to cast, neither of which were possible.

Luckily, the small number of people who went out despite the cold had long since headed home thanks to the snow and sun starting to dip below the horizon. So as long as he could figure a way out of this before whatever time they started to return tomorrow, he could keep this blunder to himself. … Mostly to himself anyway, keeping it from Vyla would be difficult since he would likely need her help.

He reached for her mentally. When he’d left she’d been settling down on the heating pad for a nap. She was still there, dreaming of herself as a large dragon soaring over a mountain range. The dream blurred as his presence partially woke her. He didn’t disturb her when sleeping unless it was important, making her officially a little concerned.

“What?” she asked, the word indistinct in her half asleep state.

I’m frozen. Please come help me thaw. He did his best to keep his embarrassment from her. Something that was more possible when she was half asleep. Alas, her answering laugh as she woke the rest of the way revealed that he had failed.

She was not sorry about laughing because it was funny. The big bad Gwen, one of the world’s more powerful necromancer frozen like a popsicle. If he enemies could see him now they would perhaps find him not so worthy of fear after all.

No. They would likely just try to destroy him on the spot. And only able to cast entirely mental spells, defending himself would be much more difficult. So they’d have a good chance of succeeding too.

That shot down Vyla’s mirth, only for a little while though. Of course she was going to go save him before anyone else, foe or otherwise, could find him and mock him for his blunder. She was the only one that got to make fun of him for forgetting corpses freeze in the cold. She’d bring the heating pad so she could pump some extra heat magic into it to thaw himself and keep herself warm at the same time.

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An NPC the D&D campaign I’m running, Vyla is an archmage (soon to be archlich) of my version of the red wizards. She’s heavily inspired by Neverwinter’s Valindra Shadowmantle