Freyja
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Your sins won't escape my eyes. // The Immortal Judge
Familiar
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.28 m
Wingspan
6.74 m
Weight
656.57 kg
Genetics
Sanguine
Flaunt
Flaunt
Sanguine
Flair
Flair
Metals
Sparkle
Sparkle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Biography
Freyja - Claws coated
Immortal Judge
Freyja inhales the scent of ink, lacquered wood, and trepidation. Her domain.The courtroom is still, waiting, and a dozen eyes rest upon her. Guilt tries feebly to claw its way up her throat long before she speaks the words. She subconsciously picks at her claws, trying to rid herself of the phantom blood that haunts her.
In truth, Freyja is drenched in it. She drowns every night, over and over, and every day sees another spindly crack in her armor.
It is her solemn duty.
She does her duty because she must, because she is strong where they are weak, and they need a figure to take the blame. They need her. Freyja pities them for it.
deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.
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This has been her post for longer than she can remember; the one to take the blame, to bear the lashing grief and outrage, and today she will do it again. At the very front of the rows of seating sits the family of the accused. Their eyes bore into her. Freyja has not yet delivered her final judgment, but they resent her already. Perhaps they resent her so because they, like her, know the accused is guilty. Experience has taught her that the families tell stories the accused will not; a guilty dragon’s close ones are often angry, an innocent dragon’s family are often hopeful. 
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She hates this part of the proceedings. The tension in the room skyrockets, air turning into soup, and it is terribly warm. A few hushed murmurs blossom amongst the gathered. Freyja takes a deep breath, lets it soothe the anxious jitters that threaten to manifest. She cannot doubt, not now and not ever, and the certainty settles over her fully.
It is her solemn duty.
She does her duty because she must, because every guilty dragon she puts down is an innocent life saved. This burden of hers has been with her so long she cannot recall a life without it.
“... come dawn,” Freyja finally says, her gentle tone unfit for carrying such ugly words, “you will be executed for your crimes. This is my final judgment.”
The accused sags before her. They meet her eyes and Freyja sees the weary resignation and acceptance she sees in the mirror reflected in their eyes, an exhausted kind of defeat that infects the very soul. And their sentence is as much hers as it is theirs.
Freyja will end this dragon’s life on the morrow and, guilty or no, it is a harrowing affair. Every time she takes a life, they take a little part of her with them, and she wonders when she will run out. Will she notice? Or will she be so lost in the emptiness within that she stops caring entirely?
And with the sentence given, Freyja steps down from her seat above the rest, and greets their murmurs and sharp glances with practiced indifference.
Silent accusations follow her, dogging her every step.
The last time she punished herself by accepting their unspoken anger was years ago. She knows, now, that she will find no understanding in the many. They have only half the story, but they have long since written their reviews, and no amount of pleading for them to see the whole picture will change their minds.
To them, Freyja is cruel. She is monstrous. Perhaps she is, perhaps they’ve been right all along. And perhaps, once upon a distant dream, she saw a flicker of realization within the crowd.
And the innocents among them, the ones that survive, say nothing. Freyja thinks most of them may not even be aware of what she does for them; of the guilt she shoulders to ensure there is justice, of the sleepless nights haunted by memories, and of the suffering avoided.
She wanted recognition once, she thinks, and understanding. Long ago. Before it all became her solemn duty. Before she did her duty because she must, for she is strong where they are weak, and because if she is not their immortal judge, who is she?
| Freyja does not enjoy her role often, uncomfortable with all the deaths she has caused in the name of Justice. |
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| Out of those in the clan, she is truly only close to Crow and Magpie, they do not judge her. They know how horrible she can be, and yet they still give her a warm smile. |
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| The rule enforcer. Under the command of Magpie, she enforces the rules with an iron claw. She does not enjoy doing so, but she must if she wants to keep the weaker members of the clan safe. |
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"Another day, another victim, Another funeral you won't attend,"
"I feel the pain that you inflicted
I see the faces of the condemned." Drinking Blood - Jonathan Young |
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