News with Xull'rae: As of the 2500s, Xull'rae commands a majority of the cave systems in the Earth.
Xull'rae Zauviir
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---[Dossier]---
Birth Name: Xull'rae (adopted surname: Zauviir)
Age: 610 (in 2517), 20,000-30,000+ (counting past life)
RP Status: Part time
Planet Of Birth: Earth-That-Was
Place(s) of Upbringing: The Underdark
---[Appearance]---
Height / Weight: 4’10”, 92 lbs. (at 1G)
Hair / Eyes: vibrant red (long, bouncy curls) / golden
Ethnicity: Drow (short subterranean elf)
Complexion: gray soot with purple blush, featureless skin
Markings / Piercings: None / None
Scars / Prosthetics: None / None
Garb / Attire: flowing, diaphanous, spider-silk dresses, evening gloves, fancy boots, & light feminine armor
---[Alignment]---
Affiliation: Earth & the Underdark
Nationality: N/A (Drow are divided into caverns and cities, not nations)
Astrological Signs: TBA.
---[Fitness]---
Stamina: Athletic
Physique: fit, slim, and curvy in all the right places
BFI: 19%
---[Vocation]---
Occupation: Queen of the Drow (she finally bested the Spider Queen)
Employer: N/A
Employer Location: N/A (has dual citizenship in the Underdark and Inisfree)
---[Identity]---
Blood Type: TBA
Aliases: Xullaby, Rogue, Xull'rae the Little Drowmaid
Call Signs / Code Names: None
Birth Name: Xull'rae (adopted surname: Zauviir)
Age: 610 (in 2517), 20,000-30,000+ (counting past life)
RP Status: Part time
Planet Of Birth: Earth-That-Was
Place(s) of Upbringing: The Underdark
---[Appearance]---
Height / Weight: 4’10”, 92 lbs. (at 1G)
Hair / Eyes: vibrant red (long, bouncy curls) / golden
Ethnicity: Drow (short subterranean elf)
Complexion: gray soot with purple blush, featureless skin
Markings / Piercings: None / None
Scars / Prosthetics: None / None
Garb / Attire: flowing, diaphanous, spider-silk dresses, evening gloves, fancy boots, & light feminine armor
---[Alignment]---
Affiliation: Earth & the Underdark
Nationality: N/A (Drow are divided into caverns and cities, not nations)
Astrological Signs: TBA.
---[Fitness]---
Stamina: Athletic
Physique: fit, slim, and curvy in all the right places
BFI: 19%
---[Vocation]---
Occupation: Queen of the Drow (she finally bested the Spider Queen)
Employer: N/A
Employer Location: N/A (has dual citizenship in the Underdark and Inisfree)
---[Identity]---
Blood Type: TBA
Aliases: Xullaby, Rogue, Xull'rae the Little Drowmaid
Call Signs / Code Names: None
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Life Summary
1907 AD (1383 DR): Xull'rae is born miles below the surface; in the cave realm called The Underdark, where only the dark Elves called Drow now rule, ever warring against Dwarves, monsters, and each other.
1907 AD (1383 DR): Xull'rae is born miles below the surface; in the cave realm called The Underdark, where only the dark Elves called Drow now rule, ever warring against Dwarves, monsters, and each other.
1908 to 2094: Reaching 189 years old, she is adopted and grows up as the destined heiress to the Zauviir family's already impressive estate, quickly improving both herself and it, expanding it as successfully as Donald Trump did his real estate empire high above. She also becomes not only nobility, but a powerful practitioner of multiple magic disciplines during these decades.
2095 to 2146: Into her 230s, she is nearing the age bracket which surpasses more than 99% of the rest of her race, and now commands cave networks and other assets in excess of the average statehood, with the possibility of leading her own nation of Drow very soon.
2147: 240 years old, she and the All-father of the Inisfreeans finally meet, and fall head over heels in love with each other. It is one of the only love stories between her kind and that of another, especially such a distant outsider from the other side of the world (the topside, rather than the far-side).
2148 and 2149: 241-242, she gives me the grand tour of her realm, and then accepts my invitation for the grand tour of the Inisfreean All-Father's.
2160s: Surpassing her 250s, she has her past-life memories unlocked with the help of the Inisfreeans, joins Inisfree's Council of Elders, and makes return visits to her favorite Inisfreean as often as possible for generations here to forth.
Information on some of her people's realms: here.
2095 to 2146: Into her 230s, she is nearing the age bracket which surpasses more than 99% of the rest of her race, and now commands cave networks and other assets in excess of the average statehood, with the possibility of leading her own nation of Drow very soon.
2147: 240 years old, she and the All-father of the Inisfreeans finally meet, and fall head over heels in love with each other. It is one of the only love stories between her kind and that of another, especially such a distant outsider from the other side of the world (the topside, rather than the far-side).
2148 and 2149: 241-242, she gives me the grand tour of her realm, and then accepts my invitation for the grand tour of the Inisfreean All-Father's.
2160s: Surpassing her 250s, she has her past-life memories unlocked with the help of the Inisfreeans, joins Inisfree's Council of Elders, and makes return visits to her favorite Inisfreean as often as possible for generations here to forth.
Information on some of her people's realms: here.
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More Life Details:
1907: Birth? Xull'rae's true childhood is shrouded in mystery. She has yet to divulge any of it, and I (Lord Auz), in Inisfreean courtesy, never think to ask; if she feels like telling me about it, she will of her own accord. -- Her race of Elves, the Drow, have a much higher birthrate than those of the other Elf races (such as Tauriel's), perhaps to compensate for their much higher death rate once they were banished to the barrens underground AND fell to infighting and civil wars. Thus Xull'rae, like any aged Drow, is a precious rarity and the pride of her family's litter. Don't let her extra petite stature fool you; she is a force to be reckoned with. And with red hair, rarest for her race, and golden eyes (irises) like a panther's (which are, for her kind, usually indicative of harmful magics somewhere inside them, though somehow completely natural for her), she is a true beauty, gem of gems. (And actual gemstones she has been captivated by ever since her arrival in the Earth near this time at the start of the 20th Gregorian century, so, naturally, Inisfree, built upon giant stacks of foundation gemstones, and choke-full of ships and buildings each cut from single, also impressively massive gemstones, she is on Cloud Nine in Drow and Dwarf heaven.)
1908-1956: childhood: 1-49 years old. At some point during this phase of her life, she was adopted by the Zauviir family, her true past kept secret to this day --even from other Drow, and during her stay with them she earned her priestesshood (in her 40s, making her exceptionally smart and fortunate). She heard legends of the surface of the Earth when she was a little girl no more than two feet tall frolicking around their grand house in one of the Drow-controlled super-caverns; during the 1910s by the Gregorian surface calendar, then learned of its details in her geography classes during the 1920s (back when there were still kingdoms and empires all across Europe and the Middle East, when all of the satellite republics were still Stans of the Soviet empire, right after Taiwan was recognized as a nation, before Israel had ever even begun to form, when New Mexico had just barely joined the United States, and Alaska and Hawaii were decades away from that), then overheard reports of it during the 1930s by Drow scouts who had been there, and finally got to take a few peeks at it during the 1940s, only ever venturing to the cave's mouth around midnight when it was safest for her kind. (She was nowhere near the fighting of World War II, called the 2nd Great War during this time, though she certainly heard much about it.) -- *Drow track time by keeping secret scouting parties checking on the solar and lunar activity of the surface world via some of the cave holes the other Elves never learned of during the years of banishment to the literal Underworld. As their technologies/magics developed, this duty became less necessary; portals and other means could be used instead, and were. -- *Though listed in some places as being just under 5'5" (thanks to high-heeled 'fuck me' boots and powerful disguise magics for intimidation of taller enemies), Xull'rae is actually Oona, the Fairy Queen's, height; 4'10", and weighs an adorably sexy 92 lbs., making her very easy to pick up and throw over your shoulder --if you are one of the handful of people she wouldn't instantly stab to death for doing that. (Drow are shorter than all other Elves, with Xull'rae being even more cutely short, as she is a properly formed Drow girl.)
1957-1986: adolescence: 50-79. Thanks to her powerful family, she soon learns of and applies many magics which stop her aging during these elf-teenage years, and lives on to maintain her priesthood for 30 years more. (*Her skills and kit notes are from her 72nd year of life.)
1987-2045: young adulthood: 80-139. Still looking like a human supermodel girl aged no older than 14, she is now a woman by Drow standards, and usually uses daggers, crossbows, and cloaks (fabric and magic ones alike), all of which she is an expert with. During the very first days of 2013, she almost immediately senses and receives scout word of the major terraforming and civilization deleting going on miles above her realm on the Earth's surface, and feels many earthquake rumblings shaking down to her lairs from it and its aftermath, but her people's powerful magics, ramped up ever since the cavern-collapsing magic-explosions from civil wars generations past, keep everything where she is fully stable. Little does she know during this surprising time that her realm is being carefully protected by the very people causing those massive topside changes; her secret admirers are also her entire race's secret protectors even before formally meeting any of them.
2046-2094: adulthood; 'middle age' for most Drow: 140-189 (Drow, like all Elves, live for centuries, some to and past their first millennium). Most assume she is still just a 'baby', perhaps their equivalent of a preteen having just filled out into her first puberty curves. This affords her certain advantages, such as being underestimated or generally ignored outside of areas where she and her family have become rather famous --or infamous, depending on which ever-infighting Drows you ask. Aiming, like me, to thrive, not just survive, even though she, also like me, is born into a realm of disgusting chaos and eternally evil-corrupted hordes, she continuously, tirelessly works to improve herself as much as possible while doing the same for her adopted family's holdings and relations.
2095-2129: old: 190-224 years. She becomes heiress to her adopted family's massive estate and incredible holdings in the Underdark. No longer just a mention-worthy footnote in modern Drow history, her up-and-coming House and name(s) are approaching the equivalent of statehood --or, at least, a major industrial corporate entity.
2130s: the venerable age: 225+ years. She is now the latest queen of a vast underground region of massive caves and networks of cave networks (yes, networks of other great networks), and, through her neverending studies becomes a powerful sorceress. Not yet powerful enough to rival Lolth, the Spider Queen, though, she instead leverages her strengths to seal off her growing Underdark territories from the influence of Lolth, paving the way for the Underdark's version of a Mongol empire or United States; a freer, brighter future for any of her kind who can get there. (Yes, Xull'rae is like the female version of Genghis Khan... miles down in the crust of the Earth.)
2147: 240 years old. I (164 years old now, myself) eventually make contact with the Drow, then eventually sorceress Queen Xull'rae Zauviir gets word of my passage down into her race's realms and is captivated; hopelessly curious to find out who the brave and powerful surface-dweller is who dares to penetrate, and so deeply, her excessively violent people's subterranean hell on (in) Earth. We meet and it is mutual love at first sight. She keeps stumbling over her own words and blushing, having never been so taken by a man --or anyone or anything-- before, and we give up trying to talk, and just fuck --and fuck hard-- for many hours turning into many days (though there are no days or nights in her realm). Clinging to each other tightly, we converse in brief intervals when we must catch our breath and let our genitals recharge for successive rounds of releasing and exchanging our sexual juices. We are both well aware of how taboo our union is, bordering in beastiality, and certainly the Drow equivalent of an inter-racial love affair, but this only makes us, both playful wildcards, that much hornier for each other and more committed.
2148: She gives me the grand tour of the area of thousands of caves she now controls as a regional queen; the equivalent of a national superpower's president or dictator on the surface where I come from --and even takes me, disguised by her magics as just another Drow, to many of the known Drow cities deep in the caves of the Earth; Chaulssin, Ched Nasad, Dyon G'ennivalz, Eryndlyn, Maerimydra, Menzoberranzan, Sschindylryn, Sshamath, Ust Natha. She also tells me much of her personal, and her people's, history; her people's recorded history dates back nearly 40,000 years; to the time when all Elven races had kingdoms peacefully coexisting on the surface, during and before the last Ice Age; when humanity was more ape-like and cave-dwelling, completely barbaric (and I half-joke with her that they still are). She tells me of her people's tremendous resistance to magic, with magical explosions collapsing entire caves but only isolating Drow, rarely harming them. They; the Drow, she tells me, interact down here in this layer of the Earth they call the Underdark, with Gnomes, Dwarves, Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, and so forth, typically enslaving or warring against them for a number of reasons. -- I then offer to give her a tour of my realm, but gently caution her that there are Elves of other races in my city, as it is the capital of all the realms of Earth and other worlds and realms. She wets her lips, looking down and to the side, a cute slight frown in thought, mustering her logic and courage, pushing away all her brainwashing which taught all her people to hate the other Elves forever for the outcome of their ancient wars.
2149: She is 242, I 166. We go to Inisfree and when she meets the other Elves, I can tell she is nervous, still remembering all the stories of what they did to her kind, and saddened because of how it led to such lengthy warfare, which in turn led to her people eventually becoming the hopelessly evil-twisted psychopaths nearly all of them are are to this day. ...But the more she meets and finds the other Elves are so much like her, the more she begins to soften, gulp, and then weep, finally casting herself into their arms, flinging herself into hugs with them, my calming aura, and the healing energies of the foundation and other aspects of my great city, helping immensely. (I, with Inisfree as my extension, am the living bridge restoring unity to all the worthy peoples, after all.) With her barriers down and her heart, hope, and innate inner light fully restored, she is the best representative for her people, and is now ready to meet some of the most important Elves of the other races. So it is that I take her to the Council of Elders pent-house meeting room in my corporate office tower, and, there, she meets the great and jawdroppingly lovely Tauriel. Both women's lips part; hesitant, hopeful, compassionate, and then they French kiss with their arms in a vice grip of the flesh, one of each woman's legs rising up for the other to hook her wrist around in an almost violent, half spread-eagle hug. Petting each other's cheeks, their foreheads resting together, they weep and kiss more and more; around each other's lips, dimples, cheeks, eyelids, and then I put my arms around them both, the three of us sharing a single simultaneous kiss and hug, all of our breathing starting to sync' up, our heartbeats following suit. -- Over the next few days, we share histories and bond, and Xull' and Tauriel, both now queens of their own distant realms, stay sitting draped over each other, purring their affections, so happy, relieved, and thrilled that their people, through this breakthrough moment of theirs, can finally start to get along again, healing untold generations of pain, fear, and isolationism, having almost forgotten everything about one another's kinds. The three of us start sleeping together in my master bedroom, all curled up, tangled up in each other's limbs, faintly smiling, sleeping like babies, bathed and basking in one another's elation and love. (Though Drow such as Xull'rae, of course, deeply meditate instead of sleep, and for them that is half again as effective as the sleeping humans resort to.) -- Now, whenever the two of them see each other, they burst into happy tears, giggling and shouting "My sister!", running into each other's arms for spin-hugging (taller Tauriel spins her shorter, 'distant cousin' Xull'rae round and round during each of their reunions' first embraces), and hold hands, fingers tightly interlaced, never leaving each other's side. They are like one being in two bodies now, and it always makes me smile.
2150s: (during the years when I sent Sarah on the 39-Kings spying mission) Xull'rae agrees to let me explore her mind, now fully trusting me, all my people, and all the guests of my special mobile realm. With the help of Djinnifer (the Grid Mind) and Nyria, I enter her mind and help her discover that she, like me, has had at least one past life; that she is actually about 20,000 years old, not just several centuries; that she was around just before the split of her species into light races on the surface and dark races beneath it, though that was said to've occurred 30,000 years ago, so apparently she had not only learned how to pause or stop time in this life, but skip ahead many generations in her previous one, such as by suspended-animation meditation, magic, and several other means. Now ahead of her, great sorceress and natural genius though she surely is, is the rather daunting and exhilarating task of going over 20,000 years of restored memories, and this will take her the next 40 millennia or more, but, together, deeply in love, and with amazing synergy from that deep love, begin, her 'big sister' Tauriel of the light Elves (and others of her surface-Elf races) helping, too.
2160s: Xull'rae is pre-screened with a traditional Inisfreean tantric orgy, then interviewed via another of that type of orgy, decides to join the Council of Elders, and is welcomed in with a third of those special, loving orgies of ours. her spunky nature opens up like a tidal wave, and she is soon the center of attention, everyone loving her energy, bounciness, and effervescence the whole time, marveling at how the darkest of them all (in terms of Drow skin and post-split nature) is now the one who lights herself and them all up the greatest --and most effortlessly! -- Spunky by her nature, with very dark humor, and a very explosive temper, she gets along well with me after seeing me 'go Thor' on some rude surface-dwellers. She exclaims, her eyes smiling as much as her mouth, "You have MY kind of energy!" To her and me, it isn't rage or something in need of management; it is just energy which is natural, correct, useful, even critical for survival and correcting the barbarians called humans. She also flies into battle, I find, first to every front line, and never backs down unless proven wrong, which makes me fall in love with her even more; she charges forward to stop other Drow from messing with me during one of my visits when some of their kind who can see through disguise spells spot me and then rush in thinking they need to defend their people from a potentially dangerous impostor sorcerer trespassing deep in the heart of their misunderstood homeland. She then counter-belittles them for trying such foolishness on her, and I see a lot of me in her as she stands up to them, all of them at least one or two heads taller than her. What a little upstart (in a good way) and firecracker she is, and ever in such total loyalty to and defense of her man. -- For the next few centuries, we end up seeing each other only once every few to several years, for about a week or two at a time, but this is perfect for us, and, like best friends for life, we always pick up seamlessly right where we left off as if no time had passed at all; the sign of true compatibility.
2500s: Xullaby (my pet-name for her; a play on her name and 'lullaby') is now in her mid-500s (for this current life), making her just a century or so older than most of those of her race of Elves usually live. Her restored memories give her a conscious life of closer to 20,500 years, with the actual-time span of it (as she moved through time at different speeds, sometimes jumping ahead by great gaps) being closer to 31,000 years. Xullaby always meets me very warmly, affectionately, and intimately in Inisfree, and as warmly as is politically possible for her when I travel to her realm to meet HER. She and I are both able to open up portals for one another, and change the flow of time around us, as well as move in a number of ways of stealth, so we can always avoid those who would not understand our intimacy with each other. Contact at her realm's version of airports, however, remains wisely limited until the rest of her people catch up to her advanced state of being and worldly awareness. *Other pet-names I give her include Xull'rae the Little Drowmaid (because her hair, height, and deep home-realm remind me of Ariel the Little Mermaid), and Rogue (from the X-Men, as she has her hair and is an actual rogue!).
1908-1956: childhood: 1-49 years old. At some point during this phase of her life, she was adopted by the Zauviir family, her true past kept secret to this day --even from other Drow, and during her stay with them she earned her priestesshood (in her 40s, making her exceptionally smart and fortunate). She heard legends of the surface of the Earth when she was a little girl no more than two feet tall frolicking around their grand house in one of the Drow-controlled super-caverns; during the 1910s by the Gregorian surface calendar, then learned of its details in her geography classes during the 1920s (back when there were still kingdoms and empires all across Europe and the Middle East, when all of the satellite republics were still Stans of the Soviet empire, right after Taiwan was recognized as a nation, before Israel had ever even begun to form, when New Mexico had just barely joined the United States, and Alaska and Hawaii were decades away from that), then overheard reports of it during the 1930s by Drow scouts who had been there, and finally got to take a few peeks at it during the 1940s, only ever venturing to the cave's mouth around midnight when it was safest for her kind. (She was nowhere near the fighting of World War II, called the 2nd Great War during this time, though she certainly heard much about it.) -- *Drow track time by keeping secret scouting parties checking on the solar and lunar activity of the surface world via some of the cave holes the other Elves never learned of during the years of banishment to the literal Underworld. As their technologies/magics developed, this duty became less necessary; portals and other means could be used instead, and were. -- *Though listed in some places as being just under 5'5" (thanks to high-heeled 'fuck me' boots and powerful disguise magics for intimidation of taller enemies), Xull'rae is actually Oona, the Fairy Queen's, height; 4'10", and weighs an adorably sexy 92 lbs., making her very easy to pick up and throw over your shoulder --if you are one of the handful of people she wouldn't instantly stab to death for doing that. (Drow are shorter than all other Elves, with Xull'rae being even more cutely short, as she is a properly formed Drow girl.)
1957-1986: adolescence: 50-79. Thanks to her powerful family, she soon learns of and applies many magics which stop her aging during these elf-teenage years, and lives on to maintain her priesthood for 30 years more. (*Her skills and kit notes are from her 72nd year of life.)
1987-2045: young adulthood: 80-139. Still looking like a human supermodel girl aged no older than 14, she is now a woman by Drow standards, and usually uses daggers, crossbows, and cloaks (fabric and magic ones alike), all of which she is an expert with. During the very first days of 2013, she almost immediately senses and receives scout word of the major terraforming and civilization deleting going on miles above her realm on the Earth's surface, and feels many earthquake rumblings shaking down to her lairs from it and its aftermath, but her people's powerful magics, ramped up ever since the cavern-collapsing magic-explosions from civil wars generations past, keep everything where she is fully stable. Little does she know during this surprising time that her realm is being carefully protected by the very people causing those massive topside changes; her secret admirers are also her entire race's secret protectors even before formally meeting any of them.
2046-2094: adulthood; 'middle age' for most Drow: 140-189 (Drow, like all Elves, live for centuries, some to and past their first millennium). Most assume she is still just a 'baby', perhaps their equivalent of a preteen having just filled out into her first puberty curves. This affords her certain advantages, such as being underestimated or generally ignored outside of areas where she and her family have become rather famous --or infamous, depending on which ever-infighting Drows you ask. Aiming, like me, to thrive, not just survive, even though she, also like me, is born into a realm of disgusting chaos and eternally evil-corrupted hordes, she continuously, tirelessly works to improve herself as much as possible while doing the same for her adopted family's holdings and relations.
2095-2129: old: 190-224 years. She becomes heiress to her adopted family's massive estate and incredible holdings in the Underdark. No longer just a mention-worthy footnote in modern Drow history, her up-and-coming House and name(s) are approaching the equivalent of statehood --or, at least, a major industrial corporate entity.
2130s: the venerable age: 225+ years. She is now the latest queen of a vast underground region of massive caves and networks of cave networks (yes, networks of other great networks), and, through her neverending studies becomes a powerful sorceress. Not yet powerful enough to rival Lolth, the Spider Queen, though, she instead leverages her strengths to seal off her growing Underdark territories from the influence of Lolth, paving the way for the Underdark's version of a Mongol empire or United States; a freer, brighter future for any of her kind who can get there. (Yes, Xull'rae is like the female version of Genghis Khan... miles down in the crust of the Earth.)
2147: 240 years old. I (164 years old now, myself) eventually make contact with the Drow, then eventually sorceress Queen Xull'rae Zauviir gets word of my passage down into her race's realms and is captivated; hopelessly curious to find out who the brave and powerful surface-dweller is who dares to penetrate, and so deeply, her excessively violent people's subterranean hell on (in) Earth. We meet and it is mutual love at first sight. She keeps stumbling over her own words and blushing, having never been so taken by a man --or anyone or anything-- before, and we give up trying to talk, and just fuck --and fuck hard-- for many hours turning into many days (though there are no days or nights in her realm). Clinging to each other tightly, we converse in brief intervals when we must catch our breath and let our genitals recharge for successive rounds of releasing and exchanging our sexual juices. We are both well aware of how taboo our union is, bordering in beastiality, and certainly the Drow equivalent of an inter-racial love affair, but this only makes us, both playful wildcards, that much hornier for each other and more committed.
2148: She gives me the grand tour of the area of thousands of caves she now controls as a regional queen; the equivalent of a national superpower's president or dictator on the surface where I come from --and even takes me, disguised by her magics as just another Drow, to many of the known Drow cities deep in the caves of the Earth; Chaulssin, Ched Nasad, Dyon G'ennivalz, Eryndlyn, Maerimydra, Menzoberranzan, Sschindylryn, Sshamath, Ust Natha. She also tells me much of her personal, and her people's, history; her people's recorded history dates back nearly 40,000 years; to the time when all Elven races had kingdoms peacefully coexisting on the surface, during and before the last Ice Age; when humanity was more ape-like and cave-dwelling, completely barbaric (and I half-joke with her that they still are). She tells me of her people's tremendous resistance to magic, with magical explosions collapsing entire caves but only isolating Drow, rarely harming them. They; the Drow, she tells me, interact down here in this layer of the Earth they call the Underdark, with Gnomes, Dwarves, Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, and so forth, typically enslaving or warring against them for a number of reasons. -- I then offer to give her a tour of my realm, but gently caution her that there are Elves of other races in my city, as it is the capital of all the realms of Earth and other worlds and realms. She wets her lips, looking down and to the side, a cute slight frown in thought, mustering her logic and courage, pushing away all her brainwashing which taught all her people to hate the other Elves forever for the outcome of their ancient wars.
2149: She is 242, I 166. We go to Inisfree and when she meets the other Elves, I can tell she is nervous, still remembering all the stories of what they did to her kind, and saddened because of how it led to such lengthy warfare, which in turn led to her people eventually becoming the hopelessly evil-twisted psychopaths nearly all of them are are to this day. ...But the more she meets and finds the other Elves are so much like her, the more she begins to soften, gulp, and then weep, finally casting herself into their arms, flinging herself into hugs with them, my calming aura, and the healing energies of the foundation and other aspects of my great city, helping immensely. (I, with Inisfree as my extension, am the living bridge restoring unity to all the worthy peoples, after all.) With her barriers down and her heart, hope, and innate inner light fully restored, she is the best representative for her people, and is now ready to meet some of the most important Elves of the other races. So it is that I take her to the Council of Elders pent-house meeting room in my corporate office tower, and, there, she meets the great and jawdroppingly lovely Tauriel. Both women's lips part; hesitant, hopeful, compassionate, and then they French kiss with their arms in a vice grip of the flesh, one of each woman's legs rising up for the other to hook her wrist around in an almost violent, half spread-eagle hug. Petting each other's cheeks, their foreheads resting together, they weep and kiss more and more; around each other's lips, dimples, cheeks, eyelids, and then I put my arms around them both, the three of us sharing a single simultaneous kiss and hug, all of our breathing starting to sync' up, our heartbeats following suit. -- Over the next few days, we share histories and bond, and Xull' and Tauriel, both now queens of their own distant realms, stay sitting draped over each other, purring their affections, so happy, relieved, and thrilled that their people, through this breakthrough moment of theirs, can finally start to get along again, healing untold generations of pain, fear, and isolationism, having almost forgotten everything about one another's kinds. The three of us start sleeping together in my master bedroom, all curled up, tangled up in each other's limbs, faintly smiling, sleeping like babies, bathed and basking in one another's elation and love. (Though Drow such as Xull'rae, of course, deeply meditate instead of sleep, and for them that is half again as effective as the sleeping humans resort to.) -- Now, whenever the two of them see each other, they burst into happy tears, giggling and shouting "My sister!", running into each other's arms for spin-hugging (taller Tauriel spins her shorter, 'distant cousin' Xull'rae round and round during each of their reunions' first embraces), and hold hands, fingers tightly interlaced, never leaving each other's side. They are like one being in two bodies now, and it always makes me smile.
2150s: (during the years when I sent Sarah on the 39-Kings spying mission) Xull'rae agrees to let me explore her mind, now fully trusting me, all my people, and all the guests of my special mobile realm. With the help of Djinnifer (the Grid Mind) and Nyria, I enter her mind and help her discover that she, like me, has had at least one past life; that she is actually about 20,000 years old, not just several centuries; that she was around just before the split of her species into light races on the surface and dark races beneath it, though that was said to've occurred 30,000 years ago, so apparently she had not only learned how to pause or stop time in this life, but skip ahead many generations in her previous one, such as by suspended-animation meditation, magic, and several other means. Now ahead of her, great sorceress and natural genius though she surely is, is the rather daunting and exhilarating task of going over 20,000 years of restored memories, and this will take her the next 40 millennia or more, but, together, deeply in love, and with amazing synergy from that deep love, begin, her 'big sister' Tauriel of the light Elves (and others of her surface-Elf races) helping, too.
2160s: Xull'rae is pre-screened with a traditional Inisfreean tantric orgy, then interviewed via another of that type of orgy, decides to join the Council of Elders, and is welcomed in with a third of those special, loving orgies of ours. her spunky nature opens up like a tidal wave, and she is soon the center of attention, everyone loving her energy, bounciness, and effervescence the whole time, marveling at how the darkest of them all (in terms of Drow skin and post-split nature) is now the one who lights herself and them all up the greatest --and most effortlessly! -- Spunky by her nature, with very dark humor, and a very explosive temper, she gets along well with me after seeing me 'go Thor' on some rude surface-dwellers. She exclaims, her eyes smiling as much as her mouth, "You have MY kind of energy!" To her and me, it isn't rage or something in need of management; it is just energy which is natural, correct, useful, even critical for survival and correcting the barbarians called humans. She also flies into battle, I find, first to every front line, and never backs down unless proven wrong, which makes me fall in love with her even more; she charges forward to stop other Drow from messing with me during one of my visits when some of their kind who can see through disguise spells spot me and then rush in thinking they need to defend their people from a potentially dangerous impostor sorcerer trespassing deep in the heart of their misunderstood homeland. She then counter-belittles them for trying such foolishness on her, and I see a lot of me in her as she stands up to them, all of them at least one or two heads taller than her. What a little upstart (in a good way) and firecracker she is, and ever in such total loyalty to and defense of her man. -- For the next few centuries, we end up seeing each other only once every few to several years, for about a week or two at a time, but this is perfect for us, and, like best friends for life, we always pick up seamlessly right where we left off as if no time had passed at all; the sign of true compatibility.
2500s: Xullaby (my pet-name for her; a play on her name and 'lullaby') is now in her mid-500s (for this current life), making her just a century or so older than most of those of her race of Elves usually live. Her restored memories give her a conscious life of closer to 20,500 years, with the actual-time span of it (as she moved through time at different speeds, sometimes jumping ahead by great gaps) being closer to 31,000 years. Xullaby always meets me very warmly, affectionately, and intimately in Inisfree, and as warmly as is politically possible for her when I travel to her realm to meet HER. She and I are both able to open up portals for one another, and change the flow of time around us, as well as move in a number of ways of stealth, so we can always avoid those who would not understand our intimacy with each other. Contact at her realm's version of airports, however, remains wisely limited until the rest of her people catch up to her advanced state of being and worldly awareness. *Other pet-names I give her include Xull'rae the Little Drowmaid (because her hair, height, and deep home-realm remind me of Ariel the Little Mermaid), and Rogue (from the X-Men, as she has her hair and is an actual rogue!).
