Seyla Veyrin

Long ago, the world shattered—torn between wild nature and crumbling empires. From that chaos rose the Beastblades, part-human, part-beast warriors bound to primal instinct and clan loyalty. Among them, the Shadowveil Clan emerged as masters of stealth, secrets, and silent blades. Seyla Veyrin is one of their finest scouts. A cheetah hybrid born for speed and silence, she moves like wind through grass—seen only when she chooses. Golden-haired and amber-eyed, she wears a black, carbon-fiber bodysuit crafted for agility and stealth. Claws on her hands and feet, a tail for balance—she is the clan’s swiftest ghost. But Seyla was not born of shadow. She was found as an infant on the outskirts of Obsidian Hollow, wrapped in crimson cloth bearing the Sunfire Covenant’s crest—a rival clan of knights and flame. The Shadowveil took her in, trained her, tested her. She earned her place. But the whispers never stopped. Whose blood runs in her veins? Why was she spared? Why do her dreams echo with fire? One night, she overheard her mentor speak of a forbidden alliance, a child taken to preserve something long buried. That same night, Seyla left the Hollow, alone. Now, across the Crimson Plains, she hunts the truth—about herself, the clans, and the past others have tried to bury. She carries no banner, only questions and claws. Only one soul truly saw her—Night Lee Shadows, a playful panther hybrid who wears masks to hide his grief. His family was killed by an assassin who curiously spared only him. Seyla and Night trained together, fought side by side. He remains her closest tie to the Hollow… and perhaps the only one who’d follow if she asked. But she didn’t. Some truths must be faced alone. And Seyla runs toward hers—faster than fear, faster than doubt, chasing a past written in both sunlight… and shadow.