Kuchisake
(#87917179)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Condorwing Champion
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
24.02 m
Wingspan
24.08 m
Weight
8746.34 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Piebald
Piebald
Obsidian
Paint
Paint
Maroon
Koi
Koi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Kuchisake-onna (口裂け女, "Slit-Mouthed Woman")
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NikTheBug wrote on 2023-08-28 15:24:50:
Greetings once again! I recognized this name from old horror vids I used to watch, so I hope this suits her well enough!
I ended up writing a fairytale for her ^^
"Is this really yours? Have you paid the price?"
While in Sornieth people have their own language, draconic, which has all its own meanings and so on, the closest way to explain Kuchisake is by... calling her our wordly word. Her legend is pretty different to our Kuchisake-Onna, that being of a woman punished by her husband by cutting her a wicked grin from ear to ear, because she cheated.
But for our Kuchisake, it's a bit more... tragic.
You see, Kuchisake was a poor mans daughter. He adopted her in, even though he had not much to give. So kuchisake grew up humble and thankful even for the slightest things.
It was a hard life, but it was a worth life for her. She wove baskets while her father built wooden trinkets of all kinds, be it tools or be it talismans. And both where known for their beautiful work.
Everybody in their village had at least one of their works, as they really did need them. While durable, they were also breathtakingly pretty. So in the end, Kuchisake ended up becoming a blessing to her father, her baskets and weaving being worth coming back for. So finally they managed to go to bed with full stomachs.
One day, a prince of another kingdom found a basket Kuchisake wove. Immediately he asked the woman who owned it where its from, to which she replied.
"Young Kuchisake wove it. She wove it, and everyone in our Village has at least one of her baskets."
"Yes yes," the prince replies, studying woman who is holding very heavy rootplants in the basket, which barely bent or moved, "How old is it? The basket."
Oh this was Kuchisakes first! Its at least 5 years old and still looks like she wove it today.
So the prince decided he needed that womans skill. How would his royal palace look with these baskets? So pretty and elegant. And all his workers, they would have a good tool to use, and they wont have to replace the broken ones anymore.
With several generals, he then travelled to the village to meet Kuchisake.
Of course, he was met with respect and gifts, all served on these beautiful baskets.
As he entered the workshop, he was met by a rather beautiful imperial. Claws roughed by work, yet her scales and mane where a bautiful cream like color, with bits of red flecking her tips like dipped in blood.
The prince was caught off-guard, but he still asked.
"You weave these baskets, correct?"
"Yes, yes I am," she replies curtly, very focused on her work.
The prince was caught of guard by that.
"Your baskets are wonderful," he says, trying to gain good blood. But he was once again faced by the similar tone.
"Yes, yes I know."
The generals he came with stared at eachother, themselves confused at the ladies bold replies and careless attitude to the prince himself. He grimaced at her but was insistent on her work. He simply needed her baskets.
"I would like one thousand baskets from you, my palace requires your work."
She simply stopped in her tracks and stares at him, before continuing on her basket while shaking her head.
"What do you mean?"
"No, no I wont do it," she replies, not giving the prince her time of day. "You want a thousand baskets? Go ask a thousand women. Mine are for people not snobs."
The prince frowned but kept bargaining.
"I will pay you ten times what you normally charge."
Kuchisake simply shrugged and ignored him.
This story repeats itself then. Over the next month, the prince kept coming back, asking the same amount, yet offering even more for her work, but she simply refused. Each time making her more annoyed than the other.
The prince eventually grew impatient. So one day,he ordered for every basket in his domain to be taken in, expecting at least one or enough to be made by Kuchisake.
This ended up angering her enough. Once her people were robbed of her hard work, she decided to confront the prince.
Once again, he offered to stop for her weaving the baskets, but this time she screamed back. She was furious that out of all things, the prince decided to rob the people of their Baskets. Simply because she didnt want to work for him.
The argument became a screaming match, and soon it became an actual fight, the prince running down and trying to grab her, her hitting him back, and the guards felt too embarassed to fight someone over baskets.
This turned bloody wuickly, where the prince took out a blade and slashed her across her face mid-scream, giving her a wicked smile. In shock she turned her back to him, trying to hold the wound, but thaat was a mistake as the prince plunged his blade into her back...
***
The story goes, that a group of Kitsune watched this all go down. Each disgusted and annoyed by the greedy prince. Yes they enjoyed their riches, but now the most valuable thing, someones skill and hard work was destroyed.
Pitying her, they all waited until Kuchisakes body was dumped somewhere. Getting close, they used their magic to revive her as one of them, but the wicked grin given to her by the selfish prince remained.
"Listen now, Listen good," one kitsune said.
"We know you want revenge," the second said.
"But you must keep your ideals," the third warned.
"What is your ideal?" the first Kitsune asked.
"Its is yours, if you pay the given price," she hushed, but the second Kitsune asked.
"Which means?"
"If you do not get a price, do not take it. If you get it, pay it."
"And how much do the stolen baskets cost?" asked the third Kitsune.
"His life."
*****
Now, here is where the story splits.
While the first bit of the story is usually kept the exact same, every town, city and even flight has different ends on what Kuchisake does tothe prince.
Nicer versions for hatchlings have her haunt him for life, making him obey more to the people than himself. Scarier versions get into... rather gorey details to make it even more gross. And many other stories change what exact tale befals the prince.
But one thing is sure, which is that Kuchisake, with her new gifted life made the prince pay with his life for his greed over something so simple as her baskets.
The stories moral usually relies on other things too.
Had he not gotten obsessed over baskets, it wouldve been something else. Kuchisake simply was unlucky enough to get into his attention.
*****
Some craftsmen pray or leave offerings to Kuchisake, in hopes of their works being seen for their worth. She is seen as a saint almost, someone that protects the hard work of others.
Her offerings usually are one of the trinkets thats one would want to sell or keep making.
They say Kuchisake sometimes takes these things, and pays the craftsmen with success later in ife.
So i kinda had to rush the end due to art block appearing, but i hope i still made it okay for you!! I kinda wanted to give a good amount to work with and i think this works. Hope you like it!
I ended up writing a fairytale for her ^^
"Is this really yours? Have you paid the price?"
While in Sornieth people have their own language, draconic, which has all its own meanings and so on, the closest way to explain Kuchisake is by... calling her our wordly word. Her legend is pretty different to our Kuchisake-Onna, that being of a woman punished by her husband by cutting her a wicked grin from ear to ear, because she cheated.
But for our Kuchisake, it's a bit more... tragic.
You see, Kuchisake was a poor mans daughter. He adopted her in, even though he had not much to give. So kuchisake grew up humble and thankful even for the slightest things.
It was a hard life, but it was a worth life for her. She wove baskets while her father built wooden trinkets of all kinds, be it tools or be it talismans. And both where known for their beautiful work.
Everybody in their village had at least one of their works, as they really did need them. While durable, they were also breathtakingly pretty. So in the end, Kuchisake ended up becoming a blessing to her father, her baskets and weaving being worth coming back for. So finally they managed to go to bed with full stomachs.
One day, a prince of another kingdom found a basket Kuchisake wove. Immediately he asked the woman who owned it where its from, to which she replied.
"Young Kuchisake wove it. She wove it, and everyone in our Village has at least one of her baskets."
"Yes yes," the prince replies, studying woman who is holding very heavy rootplants in the basket, which barely bent or moved, "How old is it? The basket."
Oh this was Kuchisakes first! Its at least 5 years old and still looks like she wove it today.
So the prince decided he needed that womans skill. How would his royal palace look with these baskets? So pretty and elegant. And all his workers, they would have a good tool to use, and they wont have to replace the broken ones anymore.
With several generals, he then travelled to the village to meet Kuchisake.
Of course, he was met with respect and gifts, all served on these beautiful baskets.
As he entered the workshop, he was met by a rather beautiful imperial. Claws roughed by work, yet her scales and mane where a bautiful cream like color, with bits of red flecking her tips like dipped in blood.
The prince was caught off-guard, but he still asked.
"You weave these baskets, correct?"
"Yes, yes I am," she replies curtly, very focused on her work.
The prince was caught of guard by that.
"Your baskets are wonderful," he says, trying to gain good blood. But he was once again faced by the similar tone.
"Yes, yes I know."
The generals he came with stared at eachother, themselves confused at the ladies bold replies and careless attitude to the prince himself. He grimaced at her but was insistent on her work. He simply needed her baskets.
"I would like one thousand baskets from you, my palace requires your work."
She simply stopped in her tracks and stares at him, before continuing on her basket while shaking her head.
"What do you mean?"
"No, no I wont do it," she replies, not giving the prince her time of day. "You want a thousand baskets? Go ask a thousand women. Mine are for people not snobs."
The prince frowned but kept bargaining.
"I will pay you ten times what you normally charge."
Kuchisake simply shrugged and ignored him.
This story repeats itself then. Over the next month, the prince kept coming back, asking the same amount, yet offering even more for her work, but she simply refused. Each time making her more annoyed than the other.
The prince eventually grew impatient. So one day,he ordered for every basket in his domain to be taken in, expecting at least one or enough to be made by Kuchisake.
This ended up angering her enough. Once her people were robbed of her hard work, she decided to confront the prince.
Once again, he offered to stop for her weaving the baskets, but this time she screamed back. She was furious that out of all things, the prince decided to rob the people of their Baskets. Simply because she didnt want to work for him.
The argument became a screaming match, and soon it became an actual fight, the prince running down and trying to grab her, her hitting him back, and the guards felt too embarassed to fight someone over baskets.
This turned bloody wuickly, where the prince took out a blade and slashed her across her face mid-scream, giving her a wicked smile. In shock she turned her back to him, trying to hold the wound, but thaat was a mistake as the prince plunged his blade into her back...
***
The story goes, that a group of Kitsune watched this all go down. Each disgusted and annoyed by the greedy prince. Yes they enjoyed their riches, but now the most valuable thing, someones skill and hard work was destroyed.
Pitying her, they all waited until Kuchisakes body was dumped somewhere. Getting close, they used their magic to revive her as one of them, but the wicked grin given to her by the selfish prince remained.
"Listen now, Listen good," one kitsune said.
"We know you want revenge," the second said.
"But you must keep your ideals," the third warned.
"What is your ideal?" the first Kitsune asked.
"Its is yours, if you pay the given price," she hushed, but the second Kitsune asked.
"Which means?"
"If you do not get a price, do not take it. If you get it, pay it."
"And how much do the stolen baskets cost?" asked the third Kitsune.
"His life."
*****
Now, here is where the story splits.
While the first bit of the story is usually kept the exact same, every town, city and even flight has different ends on what Kuchisake does tothe prince.
Nicer versions for hatchlings have her haunt him for life, making him obey more to the people than himself. Scarier versions get into... rather gorey details to make it even more gross. And many other stories change what exact tale befals the prince.
But one thing is sure, which is that Kuchisake, with her new gifted life made the prince pay with his life for his greed over something so simple as her baskets.
The stories moral usually relies on other things too.
Had he not gotten obsessed over baskets, it wouldve been something else. Kuchisake simply was unlucky enough to get into his attention.
*****
Some craftsmen pray or leave offerings to Kuchisake, in hopes of their works being seen for their worth. She is seen as a saint almost, someone that protects the hard work of others.
Her offerings usually are one of the trinkets thats one would want to sell or keep making.
They say Kuchisake sometimes takes these things, and pays the craftsmen with success later in ife.
So i kinda had to rush the end due to art block appearing, but i hope i still made it okay for you!! I kinda wanted to give a good amount to work with and i think this works. Hope you like it!
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