
you hear a knock at your door.



there is nothing but silence.

you suddenly feel as though you want to open it. will you?
you open the door.





sight. she is a small thing, some would say she is no bigger than a corn chip! her face always wears a smile despite those tired, half-lid eyes. she walks as though she has never been here before and that she is quite out of place. look closer and you will find that this little bird has many many wonderful friends in the shape of fiery, blue moths.
smell. something sickly sweet and warm like a comfortable blanket. other times she smells like blooming flowers, something fragrant and refreshing. oh .. there is something else in there too. something you know to be very .. very red.
sound. her chords are delicate, like the faintest chime of a bell. it is soft as though the slightest projection may tear the very strings from her instrument. words are fluently spoken from a silver-tongue and they promise pleasant and sweet things.
?. she hides her face, sometimes just her eyes .. other times just one.
?. her flesh is white as porcelain and her scales pearlescent.
?. the lantern hanging overhead is ominous, housing a blue flame.
?. there is magic all over her, written as though her skin were paper.




beacon of death.
common.
a black lantern is mounted to her back at the end of a long staff. in the presence of all things void and spiritual, it seems to ignite into a brilliant blue flame.

rigor mortis.
common.
the sun and labor can take quite the awful toll on this little one, you see. prolonged periods of time outside and without rest permits slow movement like that of a rusting doll. she needs plenty of rest.

i think i know you.
common.
her presence somehow brings a wave of comfort to you. there is something sweet and warm about her that makes you feel as though you have always known her. but something is amiss.. a feeling you can't deny. like something's wrong.

moth to flame.
common.
tormented souls are a beacon to the flutter of blue-flamed moths that accompany the mage. they cannot help but be attracted to them and the stench of death. would these curious conjurations be interested in you?

reputation in cuffs.
uncommon.
she's got quite the reputation with authority and being behind bars. perhaps you've seen her before, whether in chains yourself or .. the one who put her there.

dream eater.
uncommon.
have you been plagued by unpleasant nightmares? do you wish to dream of something much sweeter? do not fret, for the harbinger can do just that. to sculpt your sleeping thoughts -- all for a small price..

survivor's guilt.
rare.
in the wake of dark mages searching for a path to the void unknown, a lamb was offered. then.. remnants of dark magic, corpses, and the faintest essence of a once-opened portal. did anyone escape .. alive?

see the unseen.
rare.
are you able to see what many cannot? whether by aethersight .. or perhaps a gift? the crow has many, many, secrets that are hidden in a locked box. perhaps you are chanced at witnessing something quite special.


mysterious • familiar • beautiful
galahad vertu
loving "i have always longed to be amidst the shine of your horn and the blue of your heart. that perhaps my ink would stain the very whites of your beauty frightened me. and yet .. and yet, you hold me still, unbothered by it all."
coveted • beloved • cherished
lain aurash
loved "you precious, beloved thing. to deny you is to welcome a cruel and cold death. how can i refrain from something so deliciously sweet? you have seen, felt, and tasted the finest parts of me.
i think red suits me after all."
naive • troubled • loyal
renzo kishua
friend "the world you paint is one that can only ever live in dreams and dreams alone. a sky as blue as yours has no place for rain and storms. you may tread the line of indifference, but know that friendly faces grow weary in the long of your shadow."
conflicted • hardy • withdrawn
kal telfair
acquainted "a worn hound with teeth bloodied and bloodied again. you bear fangs but have you ever felt a touch so soft? were you ever rewarded as you are than what you can offer? hunt not for them .. but for you."
friendly • kind • strange
shadowy figure
acquainted "dear, kind bird. never i imagined to find company in the presence of fellow feathers. and yet amidst greens, the share of something sweet, perhaps i am able. after all, birds of a feather ought to stick together .. or so they say."
reserved • distant • lonely
cato arcanum
acquainted "haunted as you are, you still bear memories of fonder times. even as i drink upon a dream, i can see that even you and all that you have been through .. house something warm inside of you. do not ever let that light go out."
shy • kind • otherworldly
morrigan frey
friend "to have set my eyes upon you in the thicket of the dead woods .. for a moment i thought i paid witness to a version of myself. you are kind. understanding. beloved to the dead. maybe there is hope after all."

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