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Hailing from a tragically missing clan of vastaya, Neeko can mix into any group by obtaining the appearances of others, in any event, engrossing something of their enthusiastic state to tell companion from adversary in a moment. Nobody is ever certain where—or who—Neeko may be, yet the individuals who expect to do her mischief will before long observer her genuine nature uncovered, and feel the full intensity of her early stage soul sorcery released upon them.

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Neeko was conceived on a distant and generally obscure island, far toward the east, where the last individuals from an antiquated vastayan clan stayed confined from the remainder of the world. They were known as the Oovi-Kat, and could follow their heredity age by age back to the amazing Vastayashai’rei—the precursors of all vastaya.

The Oovi-Kat were tranquil creatures, of unmatched potential. Their agreeable society mixed consistently with the soul domain, so that their sho’ma—their profound substance—could mix with different creatures through simple nearness, and even assist them with emulating other actual structures. No privileged insights existed between the Oovi-Kat, however few were as inquisitive, tough, or enthusiastic as youthful Neeko.

She built up an affection for games, concealing knickknacks and contemplations to check whether others could discover them. Her curious nature knew no limits, and she was unadulterated and guiltless in her enchanted presence.

Be that as it may, it was not to last. Disturbance lingered not too far off.

Because of the snappy reasoning and generosity of the Oovi-Kat older folks, Neeko got away from the passing of her country. She cumbersomely appeared as a winged creature, and fled the seething obliteration, feeling the shouts of her kin blurring into the ethereal inlet between domains.

Days after the fact, frantic and depleted, Neeko plunged into the ocean. She clung to driftwood, completely helpless before the flows, until an odd outline rose into see. She could hear voices continuing the waves, thus she swam toward the unusual structure.

With the remainder of her quality, she crawled on board what ended up being a commercial vessel bound for Harelport. Neeko rested where she could, calling out into the soul domain for her lost clan. She felt just dispersed, dismal echoes accordingly, and pictures of transcending, dead trees that lay some place over a delicate skyline…

At the point when Neeko rose up out of the boat into the city, it was an unusual and new world. Every one of her faculties shivered. Numerous an animal, significantly another Oovi-Kat, may be apprehensive in that circumstance—however not Neeko. The general public clamored with interesting characters, outsiders with an immense range of intentions and shapes. This was a position of incalculable stories and encounters, and it spellbound her totally.

Before she could get far, she was spotted by a vastayan mariner named Krete. Neeko couldn’t see every one of his words, however he requested to know which clan she had a place with. Neeko connected with her sho’ma, emulating his face and appearance to make her tranquil expectations saw, however Krete didn’t appear to like this by any stretch of the imagination. Overpowered by his obscuring musings, Neeko fled into the group, changing her shape commonly until she got away.

Encircled by rich, tropical greenery in the hinterlands past Harelport, Neeko wrestled with her ongoing encounters. She essentially couldn’t see how anybody may depend entirely on words as their solitary type of correspondence. It appeared so… restricting?

Looking for comfort, she assumed the state of the smooth wilderness felines she experienced among the trees, and attempted to run with them. Neeko cherished being quick and spry, and their brilliant, sharp eyes helped her to remember home—until, suddenly, the pioneer changed into a lovely, solid, dim haired lady. After a strained stalemate, she presented herself as Nidalee, and hesitantly acknowledged Neeko into the gathering.

Neeko delayed to endow the certainties of the Oovi-Kat to other people, yet she felt a profound family relationship with Nidalee, in light of the fact that she speculated this savage huntress may impart some overlooked association with the vastayan race. Their kinship bloomed, and for a long time they wandered the wilds together.

Yet, the towns and urban communities, with every one of their defects, actually called to Neeko. Her precursors went to her in dreams, demonstrating her the pale parts of those dead trees, again and again. The trees required shading, to blossom once more—of that much, Neeko was sure. She requested that her companion join her on this new excursion, yet Nidalee couldn’t be convinced.

Discouraged, however decided, Neeko set out alone.

Her previous lifestyle among the Oovi-Kat might be lost always, however Neeko imagines an enchanted future—a bigger clan of like-hearted vastaya, yordles, people, and whatever different animals may share her fantasy. All things considered, everybody can possibly discover a spot in her new clan. She has promised to search these spirits out, to get to know them, and protect their sho’ma with her life.

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