The Yakshas. Six legendary immortal beings, summoned by Morax himself, to protect Liyue against the evil means left by the Archon War.
As the centuries passed by, each of them passed, or succumbed to the darkness themselves, except for two. Alatus a...
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The former Yaksha began to gather her consciousness, as her eyes fluttered open slowly, as if she were a princess, woken up from her death-wish of a slumber. Her (E/C) orbs took in the sunlight, which pierced her pupils, causing her to squint them ever so slightly. However, it felt like she was swaying around the place. Going up and forth without a break, but it wasn't unpleasant. A small breath of wind tickled at her facial features, capturing the Yaksha in her complete beauty, even after all the suffering she had endured for two millennia.
But her senses of sensing someone nearby which had developed over centuries of perfecting her conquering skills, she shot up from the post she was leaned against, summoning her polearm, pointing them towards her intruders.
"Oh! Someone decided to wake up! Yo! Good morning, there!" a bright female voice spoke enthusiastically, but her presence reassured confidence. An eyepatch covered one of the woman's eyes, a pirate-like appearance taking upon her features.
"Who are you?" The Yaksha demanded in a monotone voice, not lowering her weapon, still keeping her form locked on the woman in front of her.
However, several steps were heard behind her, as she turned around hastily, seeing others approaching her with weapons, circling around the Yaksha.
"Hey! No need to bring out your weapons, put them away. This poor fella' just looks like she had one too many. You okay, there?" the woman spoke, taking slow steps towards the Yaksha. Her subordinates lowered their weapons, but still kept them at bay nonetheless.
"I have no interest in involvement with the lives of mortals. What is the meaning of holding me captive?" Akarius asked, swirls of Anemo appearing around her form.
"Don't worry! We're not here to hold you hostage, nothing by the sort! We actually rescued you, and now, well, welcome aboard the ship! I'm Captain Beidou. Mind telling me your name, little girl?" the woman asked, a gentle smile taking upon her features.
"Mind showing me proof? And call me little girl once more, and my spear shall tear you apart." the Yaksha growled, the swirls of Anemo getting greater around her.
"I believe there has been a misunderstanding. There is no need to engage in unnecessary battle. Put down your weapon, former Yaksha." a male voice interrupted the disaster which was about to occur.
"How dare you mortal command me of how I should handle? My identity is no concern to you. How do I know I shouldn't kill you right here and now? How do I know that you will no further endure me pain?" the Yaksha's blood started to boil slightly, getting agitated at the fact that someone tried to give her orders.
