Morrigan
(#56255509)
Death, the Pale
Familiar
Scythe Kamaitachi
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.21 m
Wingspan
7.31 m
Weight
438.01 kg
Genetics
White
Crystal
Crystal
Crimson
Shimmer
Shimmer
Crimson
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
MORRIGAN
Avatar of Death
"I am Death, the last of the Four Horsemen come to claim your world. I am eternal, and my task, unwavering. Few seek my favour, but would it be so bad? To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream... For in that sleep of death what dreams may come."
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 Diablerie says: "When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, “Come.” I looked and beheld an ashen horse, and she who sat on it had the name Death. And through the fire, she rode atop that pale horse, and I saw that she carried a scythe. Since she had risen, they too shall rise. And from her, and through her, authority was given to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth."  Effluvium says: "Poor mortals, crazed with fear, fleeing in all directions on hearing the thundering pace of Pestilence, War, Famine and Death. They are as inevitable as the sunrise. They were there to spark and fan the flame of dragonkind's awakening, to spin the wheel of civilization. And when the forest would grow rank and needed clearing for new growth, they were there to set it ablaze." |
 O’ Death    
 Pestilence  War  Famine  Death |
Deciphered from the final page of "Sacralexicon": In the legends, Death never loses. But then, no one is fighting Death, though they all invoke her. In those tales of old, the hero wins when they kill their great foe. Perhaps in the more sentimental stories, the hero allows their adversary to live out their full allocated time, letting Death claim them some other time... It makes no difference, both hero and villain will greet Death all the same. But those legends always stop before we see her sickle claws and beady eyes. Though it's left unsaid, we all know that's how the stories really end. At the end of every road, every mortal soul, Death awaits. No matter how great the hero, or how large they stood in life, Death does not compromise. For as long as there is life, she will reap mortal harvests in mortal fields. For she is the last chapter. The irrevocable end.
"Tell me, O seer, how will the world end?"
"I see a juggernaut greater than giants and far older still. She sleeps beneath the earth among those whom once she slew. She bears the marks of ages upon her skin, memories of dreams long dead and best left buried. Whenever cracks split the ground, an old peak falls, or hills roll like water, that is the demiurge muttering in her slumber. But one day her sleep will end, as any sleep but death must. She shall rise from her forgotten bed. Hers is an ancient doom, never spoken of but always known, if only in flashes of trembling fear. And she will walk the world that tried to forget her. None shall ever pass where she walks. Her footprints are marks of grieving. The greatest mountain is sand under her feet, the eldest forest a single blade of grass, bent and crushed under her heel. All shall see the shadow of her coming, feel her stride, shaking their lives apart. And know that death is upon them. They will scream. They will curse. They will beg. They will run. Yet all these acts, and yet more, will cease in the same moment trod under her implacable step. When she has reached her goal, a trail of blood and silence stretching behind her, she will say words never spoken before or since that will be etched upon her skin. Then she will lie upon that spot and slumber once more. As the dust that falls upon her grows into hills and the wrenched fields claw slowly back to life, she will sleep. And one day, when foolish folk once again flourish, their arrogance blinding them to their own mortality, the demiurge will again awake. And begin her journey anew." |
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