Mitne

Name: Mitne
Manipulative/Intelligent/Unforgiving


Quote: The past is alive and... angry.

Position: Seer

Personality: Mitne is a manipulative dragoness, vengeful and embittered by events in her past although she is highly intelligent and can hide her emotion very well. Mitne can be kind to those close to her although toward all others she is cold and often seems emotionless, too engrossed in her ancient books and scrolls to pay much attention to the clan.
She uses dragons without any hesitation and discards them once they're usefulness has run out, making no excuses for herself or her behavior and not caring how others see her. the only exception to this rule seems to be her mate and hatchlings.

Quirks: Cold, Cunning

Background: Her eyes were closed and yet she did not sleep soundly, lost in her memories as she was; watching the clan she had lead with her mate murdered around her; hatchlings, warriors, the healer, elders, all were slaughtered. she watched her mate fall, hatchling soon after and felt something break within her as the other clan, which had been a sister clan to them and treated as family roared their victory.

"I curse you and all who share your blood, you will know no peace! No mercy!" she had screamed using every bit of magic she had to carry out her will before the other clan leader ended her.

She jerked awake and looked around, Shadowpelt slept peacefully beside her with his tail wrapped around her in affection, she almost felt bad for using him for her plans... almost. she pet his ear fin as he slept and watched the shadows dance as the voices in her head screamed and raved, the restless spirits which made up her very being crying for the blood of those who killed them.

"Nightmare?" a familiar voice asked.
She looked at the male next to her and felt her blood run cold as in place of the grey mirror was a orange guardian, she shook her head and blinked, mirror returning. "Yes a...a nightmare." she agreed.
Shadow rolled and drew her closer "You are safe."
She curled up "Yes I know, I've never been more safe." she agreed.
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The morning saw her up and looking into the orb she carried, letting her eyes become distant and slightly clouded, she sat for awhile before returning to her normal state after a few minuets.

"Did you see anything?" Shadow asked softly.
"Oh yes." she said softly.

Really it was a shame she was using him, from the moment they met; she had seen a broken soul and given him a way to do that which he wanted most- protect his family. sadly for Shadowpelt Mitne was simply using him to not only be labeled the 'bad guy' by the clan, but to further her own goals with his brilliant planning, she whispered her 'prophies' and 'visions' in his ear and he twisted it to fit his own goals.
Unfortunately for her he was as smart as she was yet saw her as no more than a useful tool and brood hen for his offspring, she was willing to do what he asked so long as it furthered her own goals. so she allowed some twisted form of affection to seep though her usual mask with him even as she molded their daughter into her weapon, a honed weapon.

When dragons came to her clan she hissed in absolute delight, one shared blood with the Queen of the lost, the Glitch Queen Naomi, and the other shared her colors yet none of the Goddess' blood. when two hatchlings came from them, a male and Female, she rejoiced as she could twist the hatchlings to fit her goals and become far better weapons than her daughter.
The trick was getting the hatchlings from their parents without being suspected of taking them....