The Mare-Night
| The Mare-Night | |
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| "We call upon the Mare, who [nep complete later pls]" | |
| Origin | Nowhere |
| Titles | Mare-Wielding-Bow, Arrow-Mare, Hunter-Moon |
| Names | i'm too lazy for this but i'll eventually add 4 edgy names |
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| Date of arrival | {{{arrival}}} |
| Owner(s) | Nephilim |
this is a v v v heavy wip please don't murder me i'm just reserving the page
Contents
Appearance
The Mare has taken on many different appearances, with few universal characteristics among them. Mostly horse-like. Her appearance inside the Mansus, however, is consistent.
She is an eight-legged centaur, of noble drafter build. Her tail is a centipede, which sometimes holds a mind of its own. Her human side has four arms, and two of them hold her bow. Her skin is grey as the steel of her knife, with freckles and spots in silver, bronze and moss. Her claws are long, thin and straight, sharp like Alastor's needles. Despite looking mostly feminine, she either manifests as both genders at once, or none. Her hoof-steps never make a noise, even with her imposing weight and muscle. Her coat is spotted as her skin, especially around her back legs.
Nobody has ever seen her face. Some traits are visible- Her long, elfin ears which droop to the sides, her mane, colourful as withered copper,which grows from her head to her lower back. Her antlers, resembling those of a moose, permanently tangled in vines and ropes, and her third eye, which is a shard of faintly glowing amethyst and is quite sensitive. A few say they have seen her true eyes, and claim her irises are the colour of oak-wood- But there's no way to verify, as anybody who removes her mask in a dream ends their journey then and there.
Her mask is covered in gems- Moonstones, moss agates and catseye. Engraved with markings of flowers and moths. She doesn't like people touching it.
Principles
Worship
Cults
Mark
- Temptation: X:
- Dedication: X:
- Ascension: X:
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Servants
The Mare uses her servants as personal bodyguards. Assassin-Queen as she is, most of her deeds aren't done by her.
Names
1: Donovan, The Warlord - An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. A cunning strategist who seeds discord and conflict among his targets, selectively antagonizing and seducing the men and women he needs to his cause, and witnesses it evolve into large-scale murderplotting as he simply stands there and takes his pay with not a stain of blood in his uniform. 
2:Tanata, The Vigilante - An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. A justiciera who commits to dark deeds in silence in the dead of night, when the Hunter-Moon shines brightest. She takes only during times of necessity. Her own necessity applies just as well in this case, of course. 
3:Alastor, The Night-Shader - An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. An elegant, clever, scientific nobleman with an unusual knowledge of the venomous, the bizarre, the unnatural and the incomprehensible. Take no sip of any teas he offers you, or you may find yourself awake in an alleyway with a searing fever and only rags for clothing.
4:Vladimir, The Flagellant - An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. A particularly sadistic executioner of the old times, with a particular penchant for cannibalism and starvation. Deeply religious, he would starve heretics by feeding them only their own flesh and blood- And would feast on his own skin when he dared to stray from his path. Inquestionably insane, questionably effective. But the Mare holds his leash with pride anyway. 
5:Mabel, The Fox - An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. A so-called "Assassin" who has never had to kill a soul. Instead, her silver tongue conquers the mind of all those who stand in her way, and find no more appealing choice than to follow her into enlightenment. Those who fall into her traps are never heard from again, surrendering their lives as cultists. Of course, she could shatter your psyche if she wanted. She just prefers to have you in on her cause. 
