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Joining the Temple as a refugee from another pride, Evermore quickly gathered attention due to her eyes. They looked so much like the Seers of the Temple’s that she was brought to them as quickly as she would agree, and they felt like it. Upon meeting them, Evermore quickly became their ally and joined the temple in full. She hadn’t met any other lions with abilities quite like hers until this, and she wanted to know more.
Evermore had always seen herself as analytical and realistic, but her ability to see solid glimpses of future events was… damning to that mentality. She would catch glimpses of the future of every lion she met, no matter good or bad, and she had long since learned that nothing would change if she told anyone about it. Fate had always been something she fought. But the Temple had provided some answers! Lionesses that could speak to the dead three days a month, and with guardian spirits! She had never seen this before!
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Soon after joining the temple her own guardian began to form. A shadow creature, once small and unassuming, quickly grew massive and protective. When it began to speak, she ran to the Seers to ask about their own guardians. After learning all she could about their customs with their celestial companions, she began to ask questions of hers. Using this method she learned that it was there to guard and guide her.
The first part began to make sense when she began to take its advice on her ability and possibly training it, her body began to be weak. Whenever her small sights got clearer, she got more drained. But she began to notice that any time she fell asleep, or was alone for too long to be comfortable, the shadow creature emerged from any dark crevasse nearby and stand next to her. Keeping an eye on whatever could possibly come, giving her peace of mind.
When she had her first cub, who had her eyes, the shadow gently nuzzled and rocked the baby to sleep for her when she wouldn’t stop crying. Evermore realized that the shadows would be more to her kind than the Seer’s guides ever were before. The shadows were extensions of their lion, not just a helper.
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As Desdemona grew, and Evermore convinced herself that she wouldn't gain a shadow, most of Evermore's attentions were placed on growing her own understanding of her power and her abilities with it. She spent hours with her shadow in different areas of the Temple trying to learn more about what she could do. Oftentimes she would end up in Callithya's workshop, quietly warning her of accidents she was about to make happen. It was good practice, and her shadow was becoming good at pointing out where she needed to look to understand what was going to happen.
Callithya mentioned something about naming the shadow one day. Saying something about how she wanted to have a name to say her thanks to. Evermore was taken aback by the suggestion. She had never thought of naming her companion, even though she relied on it heavily for many things in her day to day life. The shadow, at that time, quietly stood at her side and motioned in a "please" manner.
So she named her shadow. Their name was Poe. Poe was her best friend from there on out.
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Desdemona's gaining of a shadow was a shock to Evermore, but Poe seemed to be expecting it. They quickly welcomed her daughter's serval and began to show it what to do. Just as Evermore began to teach Desdemona about her skills and the proper techniques for their abilities. When her daughter named the serval Nevermore, quite quickly after meeting it, Evermore beamed with pride. Her daughter thought she was worth naming her constant life companion after her.
Evermore was not old by any means when her first grandchildren were born. Desdemona shocked everyone in the temple with her litter of four cubs, two with the eyes and two without. Evermore watched with pride as her daughter became a wonderful mother, and excitedly began to plan their training methods for the two cubs that shared their eyes. Poe and Nevermore often keeping watch at the entrance to their little nook while all of this occurred. It was amusing to Evermore that there was a massive, larger than her, lion shape sitting calmly next to a tiny serval, both pure black with red eyes.
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