• quiet
• moonlight
• nature
• wind music

• talkative esk
• being tied down
• snarling sounds
• lizards

• Rarely performs TFs, only makes abnormals
• Smells of pine needles, sounds of rustling trees, voice is old and femme.
• Contains rich dirt and pine
• She always is around in the world.

• 3 ghostly teal wisps enchantment
• pine needles go around her back as a 'shawl'
• 2 tufts of feathery cheek fur on each side (not 3, Jun)
• no eyes, hollows instead
• she has 1 tail that segments into 3 tufts

Silent. Wise. Perceptive

General

Sheev, also known as The Seer, is a quiet esk that makes little use of conversations. She is an object abnormal esk that struggles to accept their sudden sentience. She feels her sole duty is to provide clarity to the paths of others she comes across in sometimes cryptic ways. Her often alien demenour puts other esk off to her, but she doesn't really complain since she doesn't feel the need to keep friendships. However, her soul awakens little by little after meeting an esk named Monolith, after he teaches her the value of relationships. From then on she still remains rather silent and distant, but makes more connections with other esk with similar mindsets as her own. Sheev employs three ghostly teal fae lights called "The Seer's Eyes" that may help guide others to their path. Whether or not they lead to a positive path is not up to anyone, Sheev just sees fate, and you cannot change fate.

Sheev does not remember much of what she was before becoming an esk. She feels comfortable with wolves until the snarling begins. Once it begins, an unexplained fear creeps into her spirit

Pre-esk

Before Sheev became an esk, she was a scrying mirror of a witch that lived in the mountain long, long ago. The witch lived in a secluded hut surrounded by the nature she loved, the pine trees, the moss. She was secreative due to her focus in scrying. She eventually was known as "The Seer of the Mountains" and many have saught her out for her skills. She was difficult to find though, and the wolves were frequent visitors.

On a night with the moon high above, the witch preformed her scry. Often she would try to peer into her own life and that of the world around her. But this time, she went too far. Her final scry did not bode well, and she ran out into the forest she called home in a delierious panic. The wolves she once thought companions, snarled and growled. Her faithful mirror, cast into the woods as she ran to safety, left to become one with the earth. Until, one day, a spirit rose from the mirror.