Mahaguri

Mahaguri

Death stalks these lands with pristine hands. Her soft silks and golden ornaments drape over her form, hiding the curling rot beneath. She holds herself above the world, as merely an observer. It gets difficult to only observe when her claws scrape the squishy earth, when it oozes into her fur, and gets under her claws. To claim death stalks was a lie. She watches, certainly, seeks the dying to welcome them with open arms and a soft warm place to rest, but stalking requires a predator, a passion that Mahaguri simply does not have. She only needs to wait.

Does Death Come For All?

Mahaguri is more merciful than her sisters, at the least. No matter the guilt she may feel at being the end of all things. Passion is cruel, to Heal you must cause pain, but death? Death is peaceful, it won't lie to you, it doesn't pretend to be anything more than it is. Emotion is fickle. Health is fickle. But death? Death is certain.

Alone At The Edge Of The Universe

She closes her eyes, for a moment wishing for her Mother. Her sisters do not understand that Mother is gone. She almost wishes she was ignorant as that, that she did not know they are alone, that the reason for their battles has turned on them. The reason for their expansion cares not for spreading the infection. Mother doesn't need them anymore. They took a wrong turn on the twisting path of fate, and now there’s no way back. They are alone and vulnerable, but Death wanders these lands with a smile, knowing she will one day die just as all the rest.