Morta
(#30073853)
Level 1 Bogsneak
Familiar
Wandering Aquarius
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Bogsneak
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.26 m
Wingspan
5.4 m
Weight
467.9 kg
Genetics
Ice
Iridescent
Iridescent
Sky
Shimmer
Shimmer
Cerise
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Bogsneak
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
leader of the Blood Cult. Carved the bloody runes into her scales herself to make her blood magic more powerful. she's charismatic and young, able to inspire and spark passion in her followers. Is currently trying to romance and impress Aura with her power and magical night.
name: Roman goddess of the dead, and one of the three Parcae (3 fates)
born fri 13
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by cut instincts
by Quinineer
by Dusklight
by ZeroAerie
first awakened: nochnyr
second awakened: stormcloud harpy
name: Roman goddess of the dead, and one of the three Parcae (3 fates)
born fri 13
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MORTA
Leader of the Blood Cult |
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 The Sacrifice
You've been selected by a messenger of the Shadowbinder, to bring about peace between Water and Shadow~ All we need... is a sampling of your soul... The Blood Moon shone at its peak in the sky, the frigid wind howling with a chorus of a thousand anguished spirits. Deep within the forest, perched at the edge of a shining lake, a secret, blighted event took place... Wind buffeted the attendees of the event, as if trying to ward them off, to no avail. The dragons, both great and small, stood around the large pool of almost luminescent water, watching as the reddened celestial body above reached an apex... and shimmered even brighter than before. From the abyss, a pale Bogsneak with scarlet markings and stained bandages rose, her robe strangely dry even after being submerged in the depths. Her eyes glowed in the color of shadows, a fanged grin stretching across her features as she whispered, "Alas, my friends..." She slowly raised a claw, revealing the captured creature, a frail, young Fae of the water flight, who'd wandered too close to the edge of her clan's territory. The Bogsneak cackled shrilly, "I present to you, the vessel of tonight's ceremony. Harvested from the depths..." The chorus of gales rose in time with a cacophony of triumphant screeches. Mirrors, Nocturnes, and Spirals, the shrillest and loudest of the group, cried out in horrific roars like vultures fighting over a carcass; fittingly enough, they eyed the captured Fae almost hungrily, eager to receive its briny blood for the sake of the power that slumbered within. The Bogsneak raised a claw to calm the masses. "Silence!" She then calmed, turning to face her terrified victim. "Before we begin, dost any of thou claim relation to this poor, unfortunate soul? Shall we spare it? Send it off with a warning and a wiped memory?" A Nocturne cried from afar, "Or send it to a cold and bleak doom!" The Fae squealed and cried, struggling in the Officiant's grip. His tiny neck was thin, yet not thin enough to slip from the Bogsneak's grasp. He cried, "Please, mercy! Would anyone be so kind?" No one raised a claw. Disapproving murmurs broke out. There were only a few dozen dragons, yet the captive felt as if his fate were being decided by millions. Agonizingly quiet moments passed, like the anxious ticking of a timer... Morta grinned. "If there are no claims, the creature shall be thrust to oblivion without a thought." She mulled on the thought for a bit, as if deciding something so casual as her next meal, and not the literal life in her claws. She hummed, "The beasts guarding the clan territory's borders are growing restless. Perhaps they should be fed..." She lifted the Fae up to eye level and giggled, "Or perhaps one shall be cursed into their ranks-" "Wait! I claim relation!" A small voice piped up in the crowd. The Fae's aqua eyes lit up in hope, and all eyes turned to face the other tiny Fae that had spoken up. The Bogsneak chuckled, "Yes, Kraujas?" She thrust her arm towards the speaker, yanking her prisoner along. "What have thee to say to the victim?" As the dozens of gazes fell upon her, the prisoner's tone changed. Her concern morphed into evil mirth. Kraujas purred, "He means nothing to me, Officiant Morta." Her eyes sparkled with a flash of lively, morbid glee. "Feed him to the Umbra Wolves." Morta paused to survey the rest of the crowd, which had gone still, as if shocked with Krau's response. The Mirrors snapped silently at the prisoner; the Nocturnes chattered and chirped among themselves and the Spirals. A Tundra nestled among the smaller folk nearest to the edge, Morta's follower, Haemon, gave a slow, thoughful hum, "Such a fate..." She sniffed the air, catching a whiff of the fear that the Fae seemed to reek of. She wrinkled her nose and hissed, "Such a fate is too kind..." Story written by PrinceBirb08, you can find their lore shop here!  |
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The Sacrifice
The poor Fae whimpered, his fins folding downward. And yet, before he could mull over his misfortune... Morta chuckled, "Enough of this drivel. Shall we get to the main event?" Stepping out of the pond, she thrust the Fae upon the stone tablet before her, the runes across her body glowing a hazy red. The tiny dragon was instantly bound to the stone by magic, his eyes flaring unnaturally crimson as the paralyzing magic rushed through his system. He could only squeak and sputter, crying out futilely for his traitorous kin to save him. "M-mercy," he rasped. His only answer was a chuckle. Morta raised her head to bellow, "Allonia, Haemon, tell the subordinates to fetch me the carving tools!" Thunderous footfalls rocked the forest as the Snapper and Tundra duo darted off, soon vanishing into the trees. The Fae whimpered, watching them go. Resentful, greedy, and hungered eyes watched him from the circle. Lazy red waves lapped at the shores, growing redder with each passing moment, the Blood Moon glowing overhead. Morta's runic scales glowed menacingly as she hummed lowly, "This pitiful creature... how delighted it should be, to receive the honor of joining our ranks..." Her tone darkened. "In the form of the blood running through our veins." A lumbering presence made itself known behind Morta. "The carver's set, M'lady, freshly polished by your second-in-command," the subordinate Ridgeback chirped. Her eyes were freshly reddened, his tone still chipper and naive. The Fae victim supposed that she was new to this place... Morta happily accepted the tools. She snipped the large, jagged scissors a few times, slicing through the air. "Thank you, Cell. Now..." She turned to face her captive. Her booming voice echoed through the area, "The moment you've all been waiting for!" The Fae squeezed his eyes shut. The magic had frozen his senses; he'd feel no pain until his system was long dead. All he could do was frantically glance around, and even that only made his pounding headache worsen. So he closed his eyes and focused on thoughts of the sea, hoping to at least spend this time thinking of happier times of the past... "Plucked from the depths, on the edge of death," Morta crooned, "A gift for our newest members..." She glanced down at the resigned Fae, humming, "Thank you, child. Your contribution means the world to us. Let us thank our generous companion-" The Fae's name was drowned out by the slice of metal upon scale, by the roar of the attendees. "For its ultimate sacrifice..." Morta supposed that it didn't matter, the creature's name tracing itself into her flesh. Another soul, another rune. Another source of lifeblood... Story written by PrinceBirb08, you can find their lore shop here!
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Bio template by @Mibella, find it here.
by cut instincts
by Quinineer
by Dusklight
by ZeroAerie
first awakened: nochnyr
second awakened: stormcloud harpy
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