thedaughterofzion

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[thedaughterofzion]

>Be eden

> parents decide they want to be caravan traders to avoid the growing legion

>raiders kill them and you R UN

> run unto the valley

>crash into a yao guai den

>panic and kill the yao guai with a sharp stick

>fuck, it was a momma protecting it's cubs

>is only 12 and now the momma protecting her two new cubs

> they learn to survive together

>make a semi permanent camp out of scavenged tools and any building materials the valley provides

>finds a prewar scout survivalist handbook

>it's her holy Bible, she's memorized it by now

>all grown up with two fully grown yaoguai as her companions

>hides in the valley cause she no longer remembers how to people

>be the daughter of zion

[thedaughterofzion]

[thedaughterofzion]

𓆩☽𓆪

// SURVIVAL LOG: SUBJECT “EDEN” //

Location: Zion Canyon – Inner Wilds

Age Estimate: Early to mid 20s

Status: Alive. Solitary. Unclaimed.

Known Aliases: Valley’s Daughter. The Ghost with the Bear Cubs. Kin of the Dead.

𓆩𐂷𓆪

⟁ Observations

Forages near salt cliffs at dawn. Returns inland before heatrise.

Base camp location: deep in the valley, unknown.

Accompanied by two yao guai cubs — loyal, unnaturally calm.

Face paint varies in color: bone-white for mourning, red ochre for battle.

Bears ancestral tools: obsidian blade, weathered bow, flint charms. Pelts and hides used as bedding and clothes.

No tribal markings. No faith but earth and silence.

𓆩𖤐𓆪

⟁ Behavior Notes

She walks as if the land itself makes way for her.

Carries no map. Follows no stars. And yet never lost.

Locals leave offerings: dried roots, broken teeth, stones with blood on them.

Some call her a protector. Others—an omen.

No one calls her friend.

The cubs do not growl unless they mean it.

𓆩𖡎𓆪

⟁ Cautions

Do not follow.

Do not speak unless spoken to.

Do not touch the cubs.

If she stares — bow your head, and leave something behind.

𓆩⟁𓆪

She is not a myth.

She is the reason myths are remembered.