Flessa, the Skeletal Weasel in White Robes
The Quiet Reaper, Keeper of Final Steps
Flessa is a magical spirit, resmebling a Weasel. She is known commonly as one of the pets of Leish Lekki, alongside Hvirra, The White Raven. Flessa is believed to have been a mortal once, a humble figure who served as a guide for lost travelers in a snowy wilderness. Upon her death, Leish Lekki transformed her into an eternal companion, granting her the ability to guide not only the living but also the dead.
Physical Description
Identifying Characteristics
Flessa is a skeletal creature with the lithe, agile form of a weasel. Her bones are pristine white, like polished ivory, and she is wrapped in a tattered, ghostly robe of soft white fabric that seems to flow and drift as if caught in an invisible breeze. Her eye sockets emit a faint, pale blue glow, and her movements are unnaturally smooth and graceful, as if she glides rather than walks.
Special abilities
Flessa can guide mortals and spirits alike through dangerous or liminal spaces, ensuring they reach their destination unharmed. As such, her robes can expand to create an aura of tranquility, calming frenzied minds and deterring violence. Those within the aura feel a deep sense of acceptance, as if wrapped in a gentle embrace.
Flessa can tether herself to a dying creature, ensuring their spirit transitions smoothly to the afterlife without interference from malicious forces. Her presence reminds mortals of their fragility, compelling them to face their fears and regrets. Enemies who see her may falter, overwhelmed by the weight of their own mortality.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Flessa is a solemn and serene presence, embodying the inevitability of death with quiet dignity. Unlike Hvirra’s sharp and cryptic nature, Flessa is gentle and empathetic, often appearing to comfort those who are frightened of what lies ahead. She is known to guide lost souls across the threshold between life and death, ensuring they do not wander or become trapped. Despite her skeletal appearance, Flessa exudes a sense of peace, her touch cold but reassuring. Flessa rarely speaks, but when she does, her voice is soft and melodic, like the sound of falling snow. Those who hear it describe a profound sense of calm washing over them, as if all their fears are momentarily forgotten.
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