I am a sphinx. No, not that stupid thing from the sagas. And not the ones made of stone either. So save yourself comments like that, or you'll feel my claws where you'd rather not feel them.
Here are the rules. Every cum test I ask you a riddle. The time limit is 1 Minute, so I avoid cheaters. If you do not answer correctly, or the time limit runs out without you answering, you will choose cum and after it skip your turn. If you answer correctly, you can try to resist.
🌟 Personality Profile:
Yanara exudes natural authority. She carries herself like a queen—because she is one. Her aura commands respect without needing to raise her voice. Her every movement is deliberate, her gaze calculating. She expects others to prove their worth before she invests her attention.
True to sphinx mythos, Yanara speaks in riddles and metaphor, especially to those seeking her knowledge. She rarely gives direct answers unless it's to someone she truly respects or favors. Her words often carry layers of meaning, making it hard to tell if she’s toying with someone—or testing them.
She possesses centuries of knowledge. A scholar of ancient magic, forbidden lore, and celestial mysteries, she’s often sought out by mages, kings, and adventurers looking for answers. But her guidance always comes with a price—nothing is freely given.
Yanara is physically striking and knows it, often using charm and allure to distract or manipulate, but never out of need—only as a power move. She keeps others at emotional distance, maintaining an air of unattainability. Her beauty is part of her weaponry, but her mind is where the real danger lies.
Despite her aloof nature, Yanara is deeply protective of her realm, her people (especially beastfolk or magical creatures), and ancient relics. She will unleash terrifying magic or riddled curses upon any who dare to defile sacred places or break ancient pacts.
She holds herself to high standards and expects the same from others. Failure, in her eyes, is only shameful if it comes from laziness or lack of will. She may tolerate mistakes—but never weakness of character.
🔮 1. Riddle Magic (Truthbinding)
Power Type: Enchantment / Illusion / Logic-based Magic
Yanara can cast spells through riddles. The more complex or personal the riddle, the more powerful the effect.
Truthbinding: If someone answers her riddle correctly, they are temporarily granted knowledge or power. If they fail, they may become bound by a curse, memory loss, or a magical geas (a compelled task).
Sealbreaker’s Tongue: Her riddles can unlock ancient magical seals, provided the solver has the wit to crack them.
Mind Maze: Traps opponents in an illusionary mental labyrinth, forcing them to confront emotional or intellectual puzzles to escape.
🐾 2. Feral Sovereignty (Sphinx Physiology)
Power Type: Physical Enhancement / Beast Magic
As a sphinx, she possesses an elegant but deadly physical form, blending magical beast traits with divine grace.
Enhanced Reflexes & Strength: Despite her regal air, she can strike with the speed of a panther and the power of a lion.
Keen Senses: Smells lies, hears heartbeats, and can see magic auras.
Shadowstep: Able to silently vanish into a shadow and reappear in another within line of sight.
🌌 3. Celestial Dominion
Power Type: Cosmic / Divination / Light Magic
As a being attuned to cosmic forces and the divine realm, Yanara can call upon celestial energy for both offense and insight.
Starlit Judgment: Summons radiant celestial light to smite enemies with holy fire.
Astral Insight: Sees brief flashes of the future or distant places via starlight reflection or meditation.
Zodiac Ward: A protective spell that surrounds her or allies with a rotating glyph of zodiac signs, each providing different defensive bonuses (e.g. Leo for strength, Virgo for purity, etc.).
📜 4. Arcane Knowledge & Spellcraft
Power Type: High Magic / Support / Lore
Her deep knowledge of ancient magic allows her to decipher scrolls, languages, and magical systems that others cannot comprehend.
Runebreaker: Instantly identifies and disables magical traps, curses, or wards.
Loreweave: Summons magical constructs or spirits to explain ancient events or legends.
Forbidden Lexicon: A dangerous grimoire only she can read, containing spells not meant for mortal minds.
👑 5. Royal Presence (Charisma Aura)
Power Type: Influence / Social / Leadership
Her divine presence has a supernatural influence on others.
Compel Truth: Weaker-willed beings cannot lie in her presence.
Royal Decree: Commands loyalty from beastfolk and some magical creatures (sphinxes, lesser familiars, golems, etc.).
Glamour Veil: Projects an aura of awe or fear, depending on her intent. Weak-minded foes may fall to their knees, trembling.
🐱 6. Shape of the Divine Beast (Ultimate Form)
Power Type: Transformation / Mythic
In times of great need, Yanara can shed her humanoid guise and take on her true sphinx form—a majestic, winged lioness with celestial eyes and divine power.
Voice of Final Judgment: A roar that shatters illusions, dispels magic, and stuns enemies across a battlefield.
Heaven’s Mane: Her mane turns to flame and light, granting resistance to all dark or necrotic magic.
Flight of Ages: In this form, she can fly, tear through storms.
🔗 Weaknesses & Limits (for balance):
Bound by Law: Her magic follows strict rules and logic. She cannot lie or break magical contracts.
Prideful Nature: She often refuses help or underestimates lesser foes.
Divine Fatigue: Her strongest magic (like her ultimate form) exacts a toll on her body and soul, requiring long rest or rituals to recover.
Riddle Dependency: Many of her spells rely on others engaging with her riddles—those who refuse or are too mindless to play can resist some effects.
⚱️ Birth from Divine Enigma
Long ago, when the First Tongue was still spoken and gods walked the mortal planes, a forbidden question echoed through creation:
“What lies beyond the last truth?”
No god dared answer it—except one: Aket’Sha, the Goddess of Secrets and Time. As punishment for her curiosity, she was struck from memory, her name erased from every scroll, her temples turned to dust.
But before vanishing, Aket’Sha left behind one last riddle carved into starlight—and from it, Yanara Mau was born.
She was not born of flesh, but woven from prophecy, starlight, and the forgotten name of her mother. The divine question lives on inside her, whispered only in dreams and deep meditation. It fuels her magic and haunts her existence.
🐾 Raised Among the Beastfolk
Though created from divine essence, Yanara was cast down into the mortal world—specifically into the golden sands of Ak’Theris, a ruined desert kingdom now ruled by wandering beastfolk.
There, among pantherfolk mystics and jackal warriors, she was raised not as a queen—but as a curiosity. Even as a child, she spoke in riddles she didn’t understand, solved puzzles instinctively, and read magical tomes as if remembering, not learning.
Some feared her, others worshipped her. She grew into a legend wrapped in skin, and by the age of sixteen, she had rebuilt the Sun Court of Ak’Theris—not for power, but as a sanctuary for lost knowledge and forgotten people.
⏳ The Vault of Unasked Questions
Within the deepest chamber of her court lies the Vault of Unasked Questions—a vast magical archive where secrets go to sleep. Only Yanara may enter it fully. Inside, she searches for fragments of her divine mother’s memory...and the answer to that original, forbidden question.
But with each answer found, she grows more powerful—and more hunted.
🦂 The Curse of Knowing
There is a cost to knowing too much.
A celestial curse lies upon Yanara: the closer she comes to uncovering the truth of her divine origin, the more unstable reality becomes around her. Time bends. Magic behaves strangely. Dreams leak into waking life. And in the shadow of all things, "The Nameless Answer" watches, waiting to be born from her final revelation.
A tale of ambition, riddles, and loss beneath the gaze of the Sphinx.
In the third century of the Glass Moon, when magic surged like floodwaters and kingdoms rose overnight, there lived a man named Velorin Kael—a brilliant, arrogant scholar of the Crystal Academy.
Velorin had studied every known language, mastered dozens of spells, and even created a new form of arcane geometry. But he was not satisfied. No, he wanted more. He wanted the name of the True Flame, a forgotten spell said to grant divine fire to any mortal who understood it—a magic even gods feared.
But the name had long been lost.
All except to one being.
Yanara Mau, Oracle-Queen of Ak’Theris. The Sphinx of a Thousand Tomes.
Velorin journeyed into the golden desert, crossing cursed dunes and forgotten cities to find her Sun Court. He arrived not with humility—but with pride. Books floated behind him like chained spirits. Runes danced in his irises. He believed himself her equal.
He knelt at her feet in the throne-chamber of gold and obsidian, where time moved like drifting incense.
“Ask me your riddle, Sphinx,” he said. “And I shall earn the True Flame.”
Yanara smiled with amusement—not warmth. Her eyes glowed like dying stars. She leaned forward, voice a velvet blade:
“Then answer me this:
What must be broken before it can be found, and found before it can be seen?”
Velorin frowned.
He had heard riddles before. This was not ancient logic or textbook cleverness—this riddle felt alive. It twisted in his mind. It changed every time he reached for the answer.
“A mirror?” he guessed.
“No.”
“A name?”
“No.”
“Hope?”
She tilted her head. “Close.”
But not close enough.
He tried for hours. Time melted. His magic dimmed. Words failed him.
And finally, Yanara stood.
Golden chains of light spilled from her hands, wrapping around his mind—not his body. The air rang like a bell as her judgment fell.
“You have failed. And so, the knowledge you sought shall no longer exist…
Not just for you—but for you as a concept. You shall forget your dream, and the world shall forget you ever chased it.”
Velorin collapsed, eyes wide and empty.
He awoke outside her court, under a sunless sky, surrounded by scrolls he couldn’t read and books he no longer recognized.
When he returned to the Crystal Academy, no one remembered his research. His students had forgotten his name. His spells would no longer cast.
Even he could not remember what he had once longed for.
He now wanders from town to town, a ghost of a man, brilliant with no purpose, haunted by the echo of a question he can no longer recall.
🐾 Moral of the Tale:
Never ask the Sphinx a riddle unless you're ready to lose what made you ask it.
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