Halwn

this girl will be a keeper of souls, kind of. people in the clan call her the queen of death; she's an ancient dragon and has been around for a very long time. she finds those who are seconds from dying, and after showing them the way to the 'light' (death), she collects their soul. She stores the souls in shards of bone (and the more powerful souls she strings around her wings).

"Even those who fear death find comfort in it."

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The death bells tolled. It was finally time.

??? laid on their death bed, waiting. She had once been the leader of a terribly loyal and powerful clan- but the ambushes and attacks from ferals and the beastclans slowly but surely drove everyone away. ??? was left all alone. Her and her mate were the only two left; and soon it would be just her mate.

A tundra, slow and careful in her steps, approached the fading dragon and her beloved. Her fur was old and graying, plague spores clinging to it. Her eyes landed on the ill dragon before her. She spoke not a single word- just frowned and stood watch.

"...Earlier than expected, Halwn. I did not expect to lose her so soon."

"Sometimes, dear friend, we can not delay the inevitable. Death waits for none," Halwn sighed, starting her preparations. She placed a single bone fragment atop the near-lifeless dragon.

"I know. I'm... afraid that I can't watch. It will only drive the knife deeper. Is there anything else you need before I leave?"

"No, friend. I bid you well."

The imperial flew off after a long pause, and Halwn got to work. There was never an explanation for how Halwn did what she did; it was simply a magic she knew. And for this knowledge and talent, some despised her. Called her a 'false god', or a 'false prophet', but she never understood that. After all, she was never claiming to be a god.

With some time and a gentle touch of the spores from Halwn's fur, the dragon's life faded in an instant. The bone piece resting atop the lifeless body glowed with tiny, rune-like etchings- but just for a moment before it faded back to dark. Halwn picked it up with her fragile, old claws and started tying a string around the bulkier part of it. She tied in a very intricate cross pattern and made sure it was completely secure before she reached up and strung it from her wings.

Another soul safe and taken care of.

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