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Sgaille

(#66713103)

Level 25 Guardian

Familiar

Living Luminance

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

16.3 m

Wingspan

17.31 m

Weight

6968.37 kg

Genetics

Pistachio
Pinstripe

Abyss
Butterfly

Abyss
Glimmer

Hatchday

Jan 18, 2021
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Wind
Pastel

Level 25 Guardian

Max Level

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Ryuk
Rem

Offspring

Panteleimon

Biography

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S'gaille.
↠ Unliving Madonna

"And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall..."

Her breath is cold, a softest gush of winter, gentler than a cloud. If they noticed, they do not care. If they know, they do not show. And why would they look beyond the glassy sheen of her eyes? Pale seafoam green, like the gushing crown of crashing waves, her flesh is cold and pliant and her touch is caring. In the cupid’s bow of her lips hid a smile that soothed even the fiercest pain.

Ironic indeed, that she was the one they called. The one who wore a deathless shadow around her shoulders, to take the burden of dying off the unfortunate, weary and tired. Exhausted and stubborn, either way it does not matter, as her fingertips glisten from mint and myrrh scented oil. A circle on the forehead, a line down between pain-furrowed eyebrows, ending at the root of the nose. Her thumb trailing down the trembling lower lip and resting against a feeble, irregularly paced pulse.

The dying saw her the way she was. With blank eyes and hair a float in a ghostly breeze, haloed by moth-eaten cloth of corpse shrouds. She was and is the bride of death and the warning scream that tears through nightmares. From her opened mouth spills sea green light, over her lips and down her ebony dark skin. It is the end for them but the fear of dying dwindles faster than the stuttering flame of life. In death there was life, where they ended, she remained and sustained.

Of course, there is so much more than just the rituals of last blessings, the dying wanted peace in all manners and shapes. Some pleaded for another experience, one last time. Other times, she picks up the quill and writes in winding, floral letters, their last words, a shard of the dead, the will to remain and try to reshape the time that comes after. What is one Empire to her when she had seen the world shape itself from the mists of time before. The city of night and the one of day were torn down and built up too many times to count but she could not help but find it fascinating.

Never mortal, always eternal, there was banality to be found in the endlessness, whereas the short lived burnt in colors too vibrant to name. It was mesmerizing even if they left behind uniquely shaped holes, gaping chasms that could not be filled by any time or thing in the world. She, who blesses the dying in a temple of respite and under a dome of carved crystal, surrounded by shining bloom, was lonely.

The deathless and the Unliving, they were a strange pair when they first met. He, too stiff, frozen in a more complicated time and far too used to being taken advantage of. Her, with her desire for nothing he could gift her. Horses, jewelry, luxury and trinkets did not captivate her, when he pleaded for her guidance, she took his hand. Leading his fingers over simple paper and leaving behind a smudged trail of ink and letters, words of clumsy affection and love and dedication.

A wizard of elder times, a man who was hailed as a sinister villain in every folklore story and he spent his day wandering her favorite flowers. His mismatched fingers interlaced with hers. Cold on cold, but to her, it feels almost warm.

Koschei
Deathless villain, ruthless
monster. Torn in pieces and
strewn across the whole
wide world. But oh so
strange, his hands were
shaking, trembling on her
skin and to her, this villain
feels so warm.

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