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Morgana
Ecadia Queen
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Post by Morgana on Mar 19, 2020 23:29:58 GMT
Morgana Selanmere MADNESS IS A BEAUTIFUL IRONY
WHERE PERFECTION AND FLAWS MEET
Flesh had been ripped from bone, an empty husk of energy that which she was reduced to fluttering away with her lifeline. Traitorous they called her, nothing but her name as they took her title as Queen. All for her way of life, for the foundations she and such a lover had set fourth for the strong to thrive and the weak to die. It was the nature of things for a world that was not known for being kind.
She cursed them with her dying screams, seeing the fear in their eyes even as they killed the demon right in front of them. Darkness was her friend, it had been her guide through life and even now it welcomed her into it's embrace. She thought it was the end of her existence, happy to join Flora once again, for them to suffer together in the pits of hell that they had so graciously claimed the throne of.
Instead she woke, all four eyes opening and blinking, her vision was odd, brain rewired to view through all four with ease. Though, each set moved independently from each other, almost like looking through two different windows.
She looked upon her paws, seeing them so much more different to the wolf ones she had grown accustomed to. She stood, noticing so many new things about herself. Her haunches were sloped in such an odd way, her size far larger than before, horns placed in random parts upon her body. Her tail long and full with quills and fur upon her back. Her antennae twitched, floating within the air with little purpose other than to provide a light purple glow to the morning.
Just what had happened? What had she become, her body had morphed and changed beyond all recognition. She was different in size, shape, even color, the only thing that had stayed, were the damned markings upon her legs. Where Flora had ripped into her flesh, desperate for life, where her love died. She was almost glad they remained there, a permanent scar of her failures, of her travesty. Yes, she wanted the world to bleed around her, to show them just the monsters they had become.
She grinned, figuring she was something of a hyena persuasion. The pride often took kills from such creatures, surprising that she was now one. It didn't matter, this form felt stronger than her last, and the size certainly was a nice improvement. The gait of such a creature however, was odd.
It was a loping one, slow moving and far different to the normal trot of her wolven form.
She traveled along this new land, full of rage at such beauty. Nothing in the world deserved to be beautiful, not as she suffered so. She wished to taint the place with blood, paint it red and fill it with gore. Beauty was a mask to hide the true nature of things. A way to hide all of ones sins as a reminder that emotions were often held at the mercy of things beautiful and charming. She wouldn't be fooled again, no, she would make a mockery of such a disgusting tribute to the worlds never ending social form.
This was not what she wanted, nor would this be what she would create. She would install the government she knew had worked before only this time she would not be fooled again. Love would not distract her, pain would not control her mind, and loss would not command her heart. She was a hollow husk born now only to atone for the sins of her past. A message to all other creatures that the time of change was upon them.
There would be no more lies, no more disgusting facades that painted a perfect picture. She would tear it down, rip away the lies and show the ugly truth of life. Nothing would be spared, those who wished to revel in the joy of freedom would follow her and those that didn't she would bury. Leave it to her to expose the world, life, and whatever controlled them both that their social structure would be torn down by her own two paws.
Brick, by, brick.
For now she reveled in her thoughts underneath one of the trees that were scattered about the mountain range, it was a light shade of yellow and reminded her more of stomach bile than sunlight. She needed followers, those who thought as she did or were smart enough to open their minds to the truth of life. Any who decided to stand in her way would die, or become one of her toys, she held no other option. If they wished to live and die like sheep than she would gladly be the shepherd that feasted upon their bones in the night.
She was ready, this mountain range to be that of her own claim.
A loud whooping call escaped her, echoing out across the land in waves. It was to draw in any creatures who would find themselves unable to find a home. They were the creatures she knew so desperately craved subjugation and she would be their salvation. No more would the lies of beauty taint the ideals of her follows, instead it would be strength and wit. Flesh, bone, sinew, the folds of the mind and the electricity that ran through the entire nervous system. Those were her ideals, the power to behold of any creature.
Now all she need do is lie in wait, for those who wished to come and find their Queen.
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sindri
Ecadia Duke
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Post by sindri on Mar 20, 2020 0:05:58 GMT
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He'd been a wretched and pitiful creature, so unworthy of his life and family that even his sister had abandoned him in the night. He remembered how that felt, though the memory was vague and fractured like so many other pieces of him. He remembered feeling hopeless, and he remembered the suffering that followed, the way his body was broken and bent until it snapped and he died. And he welcomed that release, that darkness, that freedom from the pain and fear that his pitiful body had endured.
But life was his curse, and he woke up. Everything was different when he woke up, his body was no longer encumbered and weighed down by exhaustion and wounds that broke him, save for one grim reminder that marred his throat. He felt stronger, he felt alert, he felt alive. But he also felt empty, what good was alive if alive was something you were living alone? She'd still abandoned him, and she'd still not followed him to whatever here was.
Sindri wandered for the most part, unable to quash down the feeling that only the other half to a pair of twins could understand. Getting used to this new form was...Interesting to say the least, much bigger, much bulkier, but he was strong now, and he wouldn't let himself be wretched again.
His round ears swerved when he heard the call, head up in attention. There was something that it called to deep within his bones, and before he had the forethought to stop himself he was loping towards the sound.
He was careful as he drew closer, never one to rush into anything before observing first. The wound on his throat was a detriment to his stealth though, as he breath rattled out like breathing was somewhat hard to do. He stayed to the shadows at first, getting stock of the one who'd called, before finally stepping out into the light where they could see him.
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Morgana
Ecadia Queen
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Post by Morgana on Mar 20, 2020 3:03:18 GMT
Morgana Selanmere MADNESS IS A BEAUTIFUL IRONY
WHERE PERFECTION AND FLAWS MEET
Her attention had been caught by the sight of another. A hyena in form but appearing different than herself, in fact, the male looked rather plain. A pair of horns sprouted from the newcomers head and fangs that hung below his jaw, but other than that she noticed nothing else. Where she was russet and pale in coloration this man was completely monochrome with nothing more than a hint of purple tinting the oddity upon his pelt.
Perhaps it had been the expression upon Morgana's face that had pulled such an odd silence from those darkened features. It wasn't as if she would hide her intentions, all would soon know the blood she was fine with spilling.
"And to whom do I owe the pleasure of my fangs around their throat? Don't you know how to respect the Queen of Ecadia." The words were hissed outwards, saliva threading between her teeth that were bared. Her sturdy form was standing now, looking rather playful than quite menacing. She was curious, far to curious for something of her nature. Her hips swayed behind her, looking rather snake-like, a cobra dancing and ready to strike.
Her nose wrinkled, all four sets of eyes trained upon this new hyena form. He was not beautiful, nothing more than ashes on wool and frost on horns. The flesh that peeled away and flecked with decay. Morgana thought that was pleasant, someone who had already rotted away their disgustingly beautiful exterior to reveal the pain and truth that festered beneath such a suffocating skin.
"Now then, perhaps the throne of hell belongs to me," she paused for a moment and leaned forward, "what will you do about such information?" She smiled with malice but also with curiosity and yet a playful glint still within her eyes.
She would not harm this one, not yet, she had not figured out this man's motives. It was a man of strange persuasion and mouth sewn shut judging by the greeting she had received. Her mind was perfectly inquisitive of such a creature before her. A creature of obsidian and ash who she would allow to end like feathers falling upon fresh snow. This ones end would be able to die of peace, nothing she would need to destroy and rend into nothing but splintered bone.
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sindri
Ecadia Duke
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Post by sindri on Mar 21, 2020 3:44:58 GMT
SINDRI SELANMERE
There was something pervasive scratching irritatingly at the back of his head as he observed the female standing before him. Pervasive and familiar in a way that rose the fur along his spine, dripped like ice water down his limbs. That feeling of deja vu you get when you know that you know someone, but you can't for the life of you place how, or where, or when. But he felt that with such intensity as he stepped a pace closer, that for a moment he barely registered the words she spoke to him. Until he shook the feelings away and lowered his head, just a touch.
"F-forgive me," when he spoke his voice was barely a whisper, it rattled out and sounded like someone speaking with a terrible cold, like it was a struggle to get the words out and hurt, "it is not...With disrespect that I don't speak," he wheezed out in that whisper of a voice, what was left of his voice, "it is an old injury...That buys my silence, I am Sindri," he knew enough about royalty to bow his head and then his body in submission. The last thing he wanted was for her to kill him before he got a chance to know why she felt so familiar, why this all felt so familiar.
Her question tilted his head curiously, "I would not have answered the call if I doubted your claim to that throne," he said, cautious and quiet as he tried even more to discern what was so familiar, why it felt like he was looking into the eyes of a ghost from another lifetime, "do I know you?" He finally asked, it was the easiest way to know, even if he was unremarkable and someone to forget, perhaps she could lend answers where he lacked them.
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Morgana
Ecadia Queen
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Post by Morgana on Mar 23, 2020 8:43:55 GMT
Morgana Selanmere MADNESS IS A BEAUTIFUL IRONY
WHERE PERFECTION AND FLAWS MEET
Morgana sneered at the man before her, eyes trailing along his form, studying him. It was a point of curiosity, the horns upon his head, and the other upon his throat. He was nothing to her at the moment, but he had survived much, considering the scar that still laid there. It reminded her of her own sins, her failure to save the one most important to her. She vowed never to love again after that, her heart torn to shreds and mangled and twisted in such a shape that it could never be considered normal again.
That's when the creature before her spoke. It was slithering vocals that crept into her ears and burrowed into her brain. Digging through the folds of the meat there like pythons, spreading venom from dripping fangs that rattled loose teeth and eyeballs. Her ears fell backwards and her muzzle wrinkled, both sets of eyes narrowing in pure desolation. He spoke of that name, the one who had long since died and had no hope of returning to her. She had abandoned him! She had left him, there was nothing left. To her that name was a corpse, a rotting, festering, disgusting corpse that she had abandoned.
She had left, her heart mourned how she had left.
This creature before her, one that appeared so much like herself in form and yet had nothing in common with. He was nothing. He was not that name, he was not that creature, he was not her brother. Nothing that she loved could ever come back, and if he could, he would not. He would not refer to her as Queen, he would not love her, he would hate her as she hated her own disgusting and fetid body. Her soul was tainted, black and swirling with venom and poison, it was fetid and disgusting and hated by the flesh that trapped it.
Those bones were creaking like metal hinges as they lowered her body, legs bending as she widened her stance. Her tail was out for balance, she looked the very definition of deadly. Her head dropped, hackles raising on instinct. This creature, this fool, this disgusting thing had claimed to be the very open and sore wound that festered around inside of her like a mindless zombie. It was rearing its head and she was helpless against it. She was rage, she was power, she was fragile and weak and helpless.
No.
She was not that frightened little girl anymore, forced to feed upon traitorous flesh that she hated. She was power, she was strength, she was scared. She was not! She was power, she was strength, she was going to show this creature that she would not take to that name being spoken again! But how her little heart screamed, what good that had awoken from its long slumber begged and pleaded with her ravenous mind. 'How would he know! That name is long gone! How would he know! She payed no mind, instead her own words twisting out like ropes ready to tie around such a vile creatures neck.
"That name is dead! Gone and forgotten!" Her voice cracked at forgotten, her voice turning into that scared little girl again. No! She lowered it, the words turning sharper and fiercer with every syllable.
"That name is nothing! Gone, gone, gone! Morgana I am, Morgana knows that name is gone! Morgana had fled, Morgana had left, Morgana had abandoned!" Tears welled up in her eyes but she refused to let such acidic nature fall. She was not that scared little girl who ran away from whom she loved so much.
"The love festers there like sickness, and leave it be! Morgana knows it fuels her, she knows of death, she knows better than this! The gone, gone gone, abandoned! That name, that one, they are dead, gone, gone gone. That one would never come back! That name would never call me Queen, for that one has no reason too!" Her jaw opened ready to bite, ready to snuff out this claim that he was the dead one. That he would come back. She was not a fool, but still her heart screamed at being torn in two.
"Death will come to you! Yes, for speaking that name! For claiming to be that dead one! Morgana is the name you will know! For it is her fangs that will latch upon your throat!" She was screaming now, voice hysterical from the war within her head. She was not willing to be swayed, not unless her mind could catch its own tail instead of running in circles.
Morgana vs Sindri
Spar Type: Dominance
Age: 3.75
Moves: 1/3 (Vocal Attack)
Time Limit: 3 Days
Body Build: Heavy
Talents: -
Elemental Branches - Light: 0/2 - Healing: 0/2
Unique Powers -
Full Dodges: 0/1
Experience: -
Had permission to edit from Alchemist, had messed up her age
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sindri
Ecadia Duke
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Post by sindri on Mar 23, 2020 9:33:29 GMT
SINDRI SELLANMERE
Sindri hadn't expected the sudden wave of hostility and hatred that came off the female in waves, if aura alone could kill he was sure he'd be incinerated on the spot. He'd asked a question, introduced himself, as you tended to do when intending to join another, so the sudden flash of teeth and wrinkled maw shocked him, he only stepped back a half a step, lowering his head concealing the place where his throat had once before been torn open, he didn't want to fight, he wasn't being given a choice, he had so many questions, she wasn't listening.
His ears drew back when she stooped like she meant to spring, his own body matching the stance if not slightly less sure, he didn't know what was going on, suddenly he felt electric hostility sparking through the air between them, and he felt afraid for the first time in a long time, afraid that for the second time he would die never knowing how or why he was brought here.
Then she screamed words that burned in his ears, burned in his chest, he narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized her, her words, her words between her words, and recognition lit in his eyes like a fire from a lifetime ago. His words came out louder this time, spoken through bared teeth and a wrinkled muzzle,the gesture more out of desperation than hostility, he had to make her see before she did something she deeply regretted...If she would regret it at all.
"Morgana, please, beloved sister, if you walk again so to could I!" His voice was the loudest cry he could muster, despite the way it burned at his throat like swallowing glass, "we were given a second chance to walk together, do not squander that, please," he lowered himself farther, unwilling to fight his sister, if she was to end his life then he would let it end, he could think of no other he would rather spill his blood than her.
Morgana vs Sindri
Spar Type: Dominance
Age: 3.75
Moves: 1/3
Time Limit: 3 Days
Body Build: Heavy
Talents: -
Elemental Branches - Necromancy: 0/2 - Shadow: 0/2
Unique Powers -
Full Dodges: 0/1
Experience: -
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Morgana
Ecadia Queen
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Post by Morgana on Mar 24, 2020 2:53:15 GMT
Morgana Selanmere MADNESS IS A BEAUTIFUL IRONY
WHERE PERFECTION AND FLAWS MEET
The disgusting filth continued to speak, to spit out such horrid lies that twisted around like knives in her brain. She screamed and shook her head, ears pinned to her cranium. Lies! Lies! Lies! That was all they were. He was not here, he did not love her! How could he? She had left him, deserted him, abandoned him alone and forgotten! She never forgot, never forgave, never once allowing herself a moments peace over her cowardice. She had been lowly and weak and scared. Beloved sister, beloved sister, beloved sister, belovedsister, belovedsister, sister, sister, sistersistersistersistersistersister. No! No, nononononono! He was not the dead one, there was no reason the gods would forgive her sins as such! Abandoned, gone, gone, gone, left to die, alone, frightened, pain, sadness. Her mind was a whirlwind, thoughts winding around and around and around and around, gone, gone, left behind, she had nothing left.
Her eyes narrowed and she flashed her canines, muzzle wrinkled in aggression and confusion. This was not him, no matter the sweet words that called to her in this life. That he was here, that he loved her. Oh how she had loved him too, her whole world had become him. When they left, those parents of ash and timber and bone, when they were reduced to carcasses and maggots, it had been only the two of them. She hated the supposed home between them all, the carnivorous flesh they consumed and the windigo heart she had stolen. Her hackles had stayed up on end, her stance widened for balance despite her fractured mind.
How could he live? How could he come back to her after all this time? After all she had done, after all she hadn't done, could they ever be normal again? Things were never normal, she had venom in her heart and poison for as long as she could remember. Never were the happy times, only the bloodshed, the violence, the gore, the conquest, the bravery, the strength, the betrayal, the mark. That was all she knew, all she ever could know. So how, how was it that she yearned for him? That her heart screamed as it tore in two, begging for her mind to listen, to let him stay with her. For her to capture him and never let him be free?
Her head lowered to the ground, still shaking as if the physical force could free these temptations from her soul. Her jaw was open, snarls echoing out through strained vocals. Her tail was flicking, showing her pure agitation. She was wrecked, demolished by a single entity of her past coming to haunt her. Had Flora returned? Had those damned marks been a calling sign? A sign that things could be better? That she could have her happy ending, both brother and lover and herself all together again? No, Flora was gone, there was no way she would return!
"Lies! Lies! Lies! All lies! You know nothing! You are an impostor! A liar!" She was screeching now, tears flooding her eyes as she refused to believe such a chance could be for her.
"If you truly are the dead one! Prove it! Prove to me! Who was it? Who was the killer of ash and bone, of those who were there before the slaughter!" Her shrieks were hysterical, her mind clinging to the one hope he'd given her. Only he would know, only that of flesh and bone would know the truth. He would know what that creature of foul fetid meat had done.
"If not my teeth will be your end! Your flesh rotted and returned to the weeds! Death and carnage will be your absolute!" She whooped dangerously, her body trembling with every emotion that attacked her senses. Heavens above help her, please let this love die, let it not be true, let her not have to answer for her sins just yet.
Morgana vs Sindri
Spar Type: Dominance
Age: 3.75
Moves: 2/3 (Vocal Attack)
Time Limit: 3 Days
Body Build: Heavy
Talents: -
Elemental Branches - Light: 0/2 - Healing: 0/2
Unique Powers -
Full Dodges: 0/1
Experience: -
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sindri
Ecadia Duke
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Post by sindri on Mar 24, 2020 3:30:52 GMT
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Sindri's eyes were stretched wide and his ears were pinned back in alarm as he watched the creature before him as she self destructed in her own mind, seemingly lashing into herself more than she was outwardsly at him. He was afraid of her, desperately afraid, but he wanted her to understand, to see, to believe that he was here with her by the grace of whatever gods rules these stranger lands. He was here and if she killed him she would only hate herself more having done so.
He flinched when she flashed her canines, not a cowardly creature by any means, but he had no intention of using his own teeth against his sister's flesh, he would sooner let her end him then ever harm her. his own muzzle was still wrinkled in a confused expression, but still he flashed no teeth. He refused. Sindri watched her poised or perhaps brace against her own mind as she continued to stare at him in silence, malice, confusion, and he felt the same confusion. He lowered his body further, looking more up at her now as he stepped towards her a pace, "Morgana please, I will never spill your blood, so do not spill mine." He pleaded to her in his whisper of a voice, for her to wake up. To see him.
When she screamed, he jerked his head downwards, before he finally lowered himself fully to the ground, his position one of intended submission, "it was our blood that spilled theirs, our uncle, I remember...I remember it...I remember everything..." He had to fight to keep the tremble out of his limbs, he had nothing in him to fight his own beloved sister with, so he wouldn't, he would submit and pray that she saw him, or die by her fangs.
Morgana vs Sindri
Spar Type: Dominance
Age: 3.75
Moves: 1/3
Time Limit: 3 Days
Body Build: Heavy
Talents: -
Elemental Branches - Necromancy: 0/2 - Shadow: 0/2
Unique Powers -
Full Dodges: 0/1
Experience: -
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Morgana
Ecadia Queen
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Post by Morgana on Mar 25, 2020 8:08:05 GMT
Morgana Selanmere MADNESS IS A BEAUTIFUL IRONY
WHERE PERFECTION AND FLAWS MEET
It was the answer that brought her to her senses, proof, proof of the sins that had transpired that night. How they had died, yes, the false King, their uncle. It was their deaths that changed everything and Morgana broke down at seeing her brother before her. Dearest brother, her dearest brother, her brother, her brotherherbrotherherbrotherherbrotherherbrother. It was her brother! Her dearest, the one who she had left so long ago! Her eyes welled up with bracken tears, having thought that she had forgotten how to do something so simple so long ago. She choked, her voice cracking in broken syllables that had no meaning, only conveying that shattered emotion.
She collapsed into a sit, her defenses dropping along with the fight she had been ready to charge into. She couldn't harm him, no, not her one and only remaining family in the world. The only other creature in the world that cared if she lived or died. Her sins were here, rearing their heads and roaring at her mind.
He could have killed her, he could have tried to kill her without letting himself be seen in the light. Had hatred not tainted his heart as it had hers? It festered within her, the pain of being one such as herself. Her sins, the death, the gore, the strength she had created out of misery and pain. She cried out, her voice cracking and breaking underneath the strain.
"How! How can you forgive my sins! I abandoned, I left you to wither away into a corpse!" She screamed out, her voice drowning out the need to cry.
"Deceitful sister you have, disgusting and filthy she has let you come with her down into her own personal damnation!" She collapsed to the floor, her body dipping to the floor like a wilting flower.
Much like that flower she was dull, weeping to the ground like a daisy who had long since lost it's purity. She hiccuped and coughed, her voice broken into shatters and pained whimpers. She was no longer a strong Queen, no longer a child of strength and forged in the heat of battle. She was a frightened child, that little sister who cried when the night came and blood stained her jaws. She was the trembling form during the thunderstorms, the whimpering underneath scratches and bruises. She was his sister, she was Morgana.
Morgana vs Sindri
Spar Type: Dominance
Age: 3.75
Moves: 1/3 (Vocal Attack)
Time Limit: 3 Days
Body Build: Heavy
Talents: -
Elemental Branches - Light: 0/2 - Healing: 0/2
Unique Powers -
Full Dodges: 0/1
Experience: -
Morgana has accepted the submission, the spar has ended with her as the victor
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Ecadia Duke
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Post by sindri on Mar 26, 2020 4:30:46 GMT
SINDRI SELANMERE
As quickly as the fire was lit, it died in smoldering embers, leaving them to choke and struggle with the burns it'd left behind. He was glad when she seemed to leave behind the desire to attack him, but he didn't rise from his place on the ground just yet, not until he was sure she had no desire to try again. Finally he got to his feet, pawsteps careful and hesitant as he came to sit nearer to her, close but not too close, in case she still felt snappish and angry at all.
"Oh, my dearest sister..." His voice was small and rattly as it came through his broken throat, head held low, "I was weak, a meek and pitiful creature," he kept his eyes on her, speaking the truths he'd come to accept about the wretch he'd been in the life before this one, "I didn't deserve to survive, because I was a coward," he finally sat up straighter, held his head a little higher.
"I hold no grudge against you, dear sister," he was careful and slow as he made a motion to lean his side against her, so that his fur just lightly brushed her own, "I am here now, and I do not intend to leave again." He promised, he wouldn't leave, and he wouldn't let her leave either, he would hold on to her no matter what sins it took to do so.
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Morgana
Ecadia Queen
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Post by Morgana on Mar 31, 2020 5:12:35 GMT
Morgana Selanmere MADNESS IS A BEAUTIFUL IRONY
WHERE PERFECTION AND FLAWS MEET
Her cries were broken as she sobbed, her head tucked underneath her paws as her brother, her dear, sweet brother came to comfort her. She huddled against him, far to terrified of the actions she had nearly taken against such soft kin. Her own flesh and blood, the gore that sang to one another without fail. Her stomach churned. She had been ready to kill him, ready to silence what she had thought were lies. She would have destroyed her own bloodline, destroyed the only familial ties she had left. She would have wanted to end the world had she not listened to her heart and reason.
"Never leave me, be my Duke, my second in command forevermore."
The words weren't a request, but a quiet command. Her voice broken and soft but still holding the authority. She was looking at him with all four blurry eyes, wet with tears and startlingly clear for once. Her sins had been left behind for once and she wasn't about to leave the only thing that could bring her peace again. Her soul started to strengthen again, unwilling to waver now that she had something to actually fight for. Once and for all she had something she could be proud of.
She stood, her body shaking and then going still. Her muzzle turned upwards to the sky, a loud whoop echoing out from her mouth. This was her land, her home, and this was her family. Nothing else would come and bother them here. She would destroy anyone who tried anything. Her eyes aided by Brilliant Sight and her body having been effected by Peaceful Aura. Critters were calm around her, soft and gentle she appeared to them but little did they know of the shark in the water.
"We will conquer this land for ourselves dearest brother. No one can take that from us now." Her voice was still quiet but she was determined. She and her brother would see this through to the end. Now it was just a matter of time.
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