Monah

Monah
~~~~~Mother~~~~~
Matriarch~Alchemist~Bird-Lover

General Information Mate: Bormah Heir: Mon Companion:Brii Alignment: Chaotic Good Sexuality: Demisexual Panromantic Professions: Queen, Alchemist, Scholar, Rune Expert, Necromancer, Jack of All Trades

Brii’s queen. Monah is a scholar at heart. She loves all disciplines of magic, particularly alchemy and necromancy. She contrasts her mate Bormah in her constant state of business, as well as being far more stoic than a typical fae. She is constantly busy taking care of her clan. Be it fighting beasts, gathering, or creating remedies. She is unarguably the most educated and magically adept dragon in Onikaan se Vulon Brii. She doesn’t believe their should be barriers when it comes to magic or education which is why she created Pahlok to teach the younger members of her clan. She strongly believes that no magic should be forbidden. This belief has caused Monah significant issues in the past but is also why the variety of magicians and scholars have come to Onikaan se Vulon Brii.

The cracking of bones and a crude grinding noise rattled off of the small chamber’s amber colored walls. The smell of death drifted from the small chamber. The body was small but potent. Monah was running out of time, the body was decaying quicker than anticipated. She put her small clawed hands to the green and brown face and began to speak an incantation to resurrect the corpse. Monah heard the swish of her primitive leaf door open behind her. A swamp and leaf-colored Fae stood horrified in the door frame. Their mouth agap stuttered “Wha...wha.. What are you doing!?!” Monah stumbled on the enchantment when the swamp colored Fae exclaimed. The cadaver screeched. It had felt the sweet second chance of life for a mere second until the green Fae had interrupted and killed it. Monah stood in shock, she had succeeded however temporarily. “I.. I did it,” she said quietly, “I did it.” “Monah listen, you need to get out of here. The Elders are coming. You know how they feel about you as it is, you are an outsider anyways,” the green Fae whispered. Monah wasn’t born to this hive of Fae. She was found on an bug catching expedition in the woods of Arcane. Her white scales and purple wings contrasted with her nest’s emeralds and browns. The swamp Fae warning her was one of her adoptive brood-mates. They had been kind to Monah, unlike their green siblings. Monah swiftly gathered what she could carry and flew swiftly out of her room’s small window. She was mildly irritated that her adoptive sibling held no excitement for the miracle that Monah had performed. She had achieved her goal but necromancy was a draining magic. Monah was able to travel a fair distance before she began to fall. And fall until "CRACK!"

Falling from the sky was not unusual for Monah. She refused to stop until her body forced her too. In the hive there was always a begrudging clan member to catch her. But now as an exile she had nobody. Monah awoke to see vibrant green grass. Except it wasn’t grass at all. She swiftly sat and retrieved a small sharp dagger from her belt. The small dagger would be no match for the enormous Tundra on which she had laid upon. He was fast asleep. Realizing that he was not a threat Monah suddenly realized the intense pain coming from her wings. Monah attempted in vain to fly away but instead landed on the Tundra with a hard thump. This jolted the Tundra awake. “What a glorious morning. I am so glad you are awake,” The Tundra said with a beaming smile, “My name is Bormah the Poet, it is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance! I was so incredibly worried when I saw you fall. But you seem to be mostly fine! Right?!?” “My name is Monah. I cannot use my wing are you capable of taking me to the nearest healer.” She said plainly as if she was immune to Bormah’s inescapable cheer. She very much was not. She was not accustomed to such happiness and Bormah was nothing but sunshine and cheer. “It would be my absolute honor.” he beamed.