Elithea
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She/Her
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.26 m
Wingspan
4.24 m
Weight
459.73 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Falcon
Falcon
Black
Bee
Bee
Marigold
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
4
QCK
50
INT
9
VIT
8
MND
9
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
Biography
the harridan | lady blasphemy | black mother
All hail the mighty mother of night children! Elithea is the head of the lair, old as a time, with a vague past and a lot of secrets, she surely is enigmatic personage. Though, there are some things certain about her - she's powerful enchanter. Capable of bending reality, disrupting minds and cursing souls. The harridan is not to be trifled with. She's obviously derived from light flight, although her connections to Lightweaver are long lost. Clan members refer to her as black mother, because despite her mischievous charm, the sanctuary - lair she forged - is mission of her life and the members, are children she saved from damnation. There's nothing of higher importance, than their well-being and in the face of threat she would drown whole worlds in blood, to provide protection for her cherished ones. No love, like mother's love. |
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The summer night was warm and bright, Elithea could feel the serenity flowing around as sanctuary was asleep. She traveled the sky feeling the moon shining its silver gleam onto her black feathers, as she noticed familiar figure in the dark horizon. Lowered the flight gracefully and landed on the top of ornate marble temple, gnawed by time. He sat right in the center, motionless but watchful, breathing slowly. Like every night for ages. Elithea joned him in silence, curling up under his tremendous, crimson wing.
- The moon is exceptionally serene today, isn't it? - Humed softly while gazing upon the sky. She did not expect him to answer, knew Maelere wasn't palticularly verbose. But they used to converse aforetime and you could say she missed these times. There was no reply, only sound of cicadas murmur below and soft breeze swinging over them. Yet, guardian has opened his eyes and placed sight on her fine face. His plague eyes were not algid, nor fierce, but strangely sincere and nostalgic. Elithea not dared to return the sight, steadily staring at sky, as she knew she could not be able to hold back the wave of emotions engulfing her. She exhaled deeply. Maelere was the only one, who seen her like this - frail, soft and hesitant, but he also knew her before she became black mother. Life was not kind to her, in order to survive, in order to pursuit her dream she had to be relentless and unwavering. Here on that rooftop, in the middle of the night was the only place and time, when she could be entirely free. Rested her chin on his shoulder letting herself be carried away by the silence and sweet scent of lilies blooming on guardian's wings. There was no need to say anything more. He knew. But no words ever could change circumstances they found themselves in. There are things in the world, far more important that love.
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