- SCULIAX
name;;
- Shayla
- It is of Gaelic origin, and the meaning of Shayla is "from the fairy palace." It is also possibly a short form of Michaela [meaning "who is llike God"] or a rhyming name based on Kayla.
I would have named this sweetie something more related to deer, but I thought that the name Shayla captured her innoncence. After all, what's more innoncent than a child's fantasies? Fairy tales and bedtime stories are truly as innoncent as it gets, and I really think that this name embraces this aspect of her.
backstory;;
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- I spread my feathered wings and sprung into the air. I soared overhead, beating my wings in a steady, slow rhythm. I breathed in, and out, in, and out, the crystal sky overhead, and the lush green hill underneath me. My eyes snapped open; I sucked in a breath, where was I? I checked my back, there were no wings there. I sighed. Still home, still where I always am. I just want to go out, to see! Alas, I am too young, and the world is too dangerous.
“I’m sorry…” She said. Yeah right, they're never sorry. I shoved the voice in my head away, and tried to will the headache away as well, so was the curse in my family, plagued by voices. The constricting, starving voices that disguise themselves as caretakers, I whimpered inside my shell. These voices were my family’s inheritance, they shape us… And I’m pretty sure that my voice is why I am so often mistaken for a different creature… I felt myself drift back into the soft embrace of sleep…
My wings, spread out beside me, cast a peaceful shadow upon the landscape below. The valley spotted with daffodils, and tulips. A presence surrounded me, I relaxed into it, and deep sigh escaping me. I soared across the breeze and gently closed my eyes, feeling the wind whisper against my fur. The whisper accelerated to a deafening screech. I gasped back into consciousness, the voice in my head pulling me out of my reverie. It wanted to talk, is shoved it away, and poked my head out into the soft, morning sun. The valley stretched out below me, and daffodils and tulips dotted the hills. The sun warmed my fur, a perfect day for travel...
Won’t you let me soar, on my feathered wings?
art;;
"The dark side of me... the voice inside my head..."
This drawing is a comparison with Shay and the evil voice inside her head that she has to battle...