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Milohilay » Lair » Storyteller
Level 1
Pearlcatcher Male
Mar 07, 2019 (7 months)
Stats Growth
PrimaryObsidian Starmap
SecondaryBlack Bee
TertiaryWhite Runes
Eye TypePlague Common
Energy: 0 / 50
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keeper of stories

a celestial being who appears to travel the cosmos looking for tales,, pops by the volita clan every once and a while since it seems to be a soap opera here

look into his pearl and you can relive these tales, but be warned, they might hurt you with just how realistically they are remade

The Story of the Royal Family
Told by Morphinae

Shortly after she and Apatura reached an age where the crown could be passed to them, their mother seemed to become more... angry... than usual. Sure, she had always seemed off as they grew up, always short tempered and an outcast, but she had never been this bad. The two sisters learned shortly after that their mother had been infected with the Shade a short time ago, and that she truly had been kind at one time, in fact, she had been angelic. Though during adulthood Morphinae's mother tended to stay away from her, she absolutely hated Apatura. Whenever she got the chance she seemed to berate her, and no one was willing to defend the young Skydancer against the large Imperial. No one except for Glowworm of course. Glowworm, Morphinae's father, was the light of her life. He never yelled at her, never made her feel like she was one way or the other. He was the only one who would stand up to Angelic, told her to stop when she got out of hand. He never seemed to be afraid even though he should have been.
It happened. The Wings left Angelic. I watched as one drifted apart from the rest and began to fly next to Apatura. Then another, and another, and another, until all of them were surrounding her in a fluttering rainbow of color. Apatura seemed... scared. At first, I couldn't figure out why, but then, Angelic's dark eyes narrowed and the shadows along her fur seemed to grow more restless. Angelic lunged at Apatura, lunged at my sister, her daughter. I froze. I didn't want to see what would happen next but I couldn't look away either. Angelic attacked Apatura but, before she made contact, she stopped abruptly. There, right in front of her, was a small butterfly, inches away from her claws. Everyone knew the rumors, knew what would happen if you touched one. Most said you would die a horrific death, that your body would be left to fertilize the lovely gardens of the clan, but Morphinae had heard other rumors. Rumors that your body would contort and twist, your fur and scales shifting into something new... a butterfly. Angelic was lucky she had managed to stop in time.
A few days later, her sister left. Disappeared, leaving her newly born son, Charaxes, behind. Soon after, the clan ran Angelic off, and Morphinae was alone with her father, nephew, and her daughter.

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