Poste de collaboration entre cet idiot de goy et Leslie.

Yel'Shadar n'était pas vraiment l'un pour les vols de fantaisie, donc quand Kwelek est revenu à la tribu avec une cage Kwenda en remorquage un jour, il a pris le côté de la partie plus raisonnable qui croyait que le garçon n'a jamais effectivement attrapé l'animal par l'essai de l'endurance, mais plutôt empoisonné, l'a trompé, ou l'a acquis par d'autres moyens tortueux, comme serpent. Il avait été silencieux au sujet de l'incident et généralement poli envers le jeune garçon, mais maintenant il a obtenu quelque chose qui pourrait être avant Le Silence. Maintenant, Yel n'était pas un âne - son père lui avait explicitement dit de ne pas en être un, mais si son geste - se branlant la tête en arrière, sournoisement et ronflant - n'était pas insultant, alors le soleil s'est levé dans la nuit et la pluie est tombée du sol et les filles ont perdu leur jeune fille à l'âge de cinq ans.
Cependant, il s'est empressé de retrouver un sérieux visage. "Avant le Silence? Oh, incroyable. Laisse-moi jeter un coup d'œil à ça."
Il n'est pas surprenant que Kwelek lui ait remis l'objet. Yel a fixé son arc et a commencé à examiner la chose: des centaines de feuilles sales de quelque chose de blanc, liées ensemble dans une colonne vertébrale difficile et recouvertes d'une sorte de peau. Dans toutes les feuilles, il y avait une série de motifs noirs qui apparaissaient constamment - des symboles, comme les sigils dans les tatouages ou les peintures de chasse. Le chasseur leva son front, tenait l'objet de façon décontractée en l'air, et dit clairement à Kuparr : « Je ne sais pas ce que c'est, mais cela ne semble pas très utile. Pensez que les Aînés pourraient vouloir cette chose?"
Yel s'attendait à ce que Kuparr dise quelque chose dans le sens de «oui, et tu devrais me le donner immédiatement pour que je puisse le porter aux vieillards qui brûleraient alors la chose», et immédiatement essayer de arracher l'objet de son emprise. Il s'est donc préparé contre cela.
Name: Yel'Shadar, "Kamende"
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance:
Yel'Shadar is young adult man of middling height, bald head, and lean build. His face is rather wide in shape with a square jaw, and his cheeks are slightly sunken, leading him to be nicknamed "Hawk" since childhood, although the appellation could also be applied to his hunting skills, if not the farsighted gaze of his dark brown eyes. His skin is dark, of a complexion middling between chocolate and caramel, and the grey furs of the standard garb of his tribe obscure his well-defined, athletic musculature.
Yel's skill as a hunter has earned him his tattoos on his 16th birth-month. Their blue ink covers a great portion of his back and depict a story in a series of scenes that first sprout from his tailbone and end at the nape of his neck. The story is of a Mudain - a species of large raptor that flies over the Moodja in search for prey - who taught an ancient Ansharin named Kamena who had been exiled from the tribe as a child how to hunt on her own. Mudain are known for their intelligence, ferocity and determination during hunts, and Yel's skill has been likened to theirs and the brilliance of Kamena in the closing acts of the tale. In the Dream, he is remembered as "Kamende," in a slight modification of Kamena's name to render it masculine.
When on hunts, blue paints snake elaborate patterns along his arms, legs, and below his eyes to complement his tattoos. He is seldom seen without his hunting gear: a dagger and throwing spears or a bow, on account of his love of the trade and his insistence on practice.
Personality:
Yel'Shadar, somewhat incongruous to his trade, is actually quite reserved. Humble, though still quite proud, he makes little comment about his exploits as a hunter, but his ego will tolerate no questioning of his superb skills at the trade. Like a good Ansharin youth, he is respectful to his elders, bowing and kneels where tradition deems it necessary. But above those, he is curious of the world. He sees his father's death as a sort of disconnection between him and his tribe, and that the journal as some variety of providence that's telling him to go out and see all of Kedalup - all of Eden. He's been plenty of times to the vast, dry expanses of the Moodjar, but surely there must be more beyond the plains? Perhaps these were even mountains before the Silence? Yel wants to know these secrets, and extract them like one would a Ngarlak's heart from its carcass.
Skills:

Path of the Jaguar: Yel might very well be the best hunter among the Ansharin, on account of him having performed the trade since age 6 with unrivaled intensity and exclusivity at the encouragement of his father and the protests of others. He most certainly has the excellent physique, senses and experience that make him a champion at it.
Path of the Tiger: The same things that make Yel a great hunter also make him a decent warrior. While not having pursued the martial arts as fervently as tracking, archery or throwing, he is more than capable of pulling his weight in a fight.
Kedalup's Bounty: Yel knows some herbology by necessity - hunting sometimes sees one hurt. Yel also knows how to forage.
Ansharin Artisan: Yel is adept at the creation of weaponry. Specifically: Ansharin daggers, bows, spears and arrows.

Equipment:

Standard Ansharin Garb
Blue Body Paints (optional)
Waterskin
1x Bone Dagger
3x Throwing Spears or Bow and 5x Bone-tipped Arrows

Biography:
Yel'Shadar was born to Lowa and Dug, two successful hunters of the Ansharin tribe, about seventeen cycles ago. His birth was a stubborn and violent one that saw his mother ill at the night of his delivery and deceased the next morning. Born amidst grief, it was thought that the infant Yel was a bad omen to the tribe, but these vengeful voices were quelled by a series of invariably good hunts on his father's part. Dug, who henceforth expanded his love for Yel to fill the void that Lowa left, resolved to raise the child as best as he could to the point of extreme protectiveness.
He would take the boy out on hunts and practice the skills that the trade entailed when Yel could have been playing. When not out on hunts, Yel would otherwise be preoccupied with fashioning bows, daggers, arrows and all other sorts of hunting implements instead of socializing with his age group. Dug never let Yel out of his sight, and his possessive but loving parenting produced a brilliant if somewhat peculiar hunter. Unfortunately, Dug would never have the opportunity to see Yel fully mature as a failed venture saw him trampled and torn under the feet and tusks of a mastodon. The fifteen year old boy and the rest of the hunting party managed to fell the beast, but though two weeks' worth of food was got, it was done so at the expense of a very valuable member of the tribe - and more importantly, a father.
The loss devastated him. Bereft of immediate family, Yel started being more introspective, and others respectfully left him to grieve by his lonesome. This, of course, caused him to think over and over again about the wonderful man that was his father, thereby deepening his sadness. Without anyone close to help fill this new hole in his chest, as he so describes it, he began looking toward Kedalup for succor: the air, the clouds, the rain, the beasts that he and the others hunt - the expanses of the Moodjar and the shimmering waters of the Oasis; for the first time, the young adult realized that they were all so very, very, very beautiful. Yel started to deliberately slow himself down on the return trips from hunts, just content to examine at the world as it was. Sometimes, he would climb a hill and just stare at the horizon the whole afternoon with longing. He discovered then that there was so much of Kedalup and so little that he knew about it, both its present self and its past self. So when the Journal was discovered, his imagination was set aflame with possibilities. Yel practically lunged at the opportunity for the adventure that so entailed the unearthed relic. Leaving the tribe would be sad indeed, but - Kedalup, Kedalup! He had to see all of it.