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Vanitas

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Of the blue moon | she/her

Familiar

Shatterbone Vulture

Energy: 50/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.14 m

Wingspan

3.59 m

Weight

544.48 kg

Genetics

Midnight
Starmap

Midnight
Noxtide

Silver
Firefly

Hatchday

Mar 21, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Water
Swirl

Level 13 Skydancer

EXP: 25133 / 45676

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QCK

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VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

GENERATION 2

V A N I T A S

GRETEEL's LINE
Of the Blue Moon

"Led through the mist
by the milk-light of moon
all that is lost
is revealed"

Quote Here

Of Thorns & Roses
Lineage and Lore Book

Lorien paced along the ocean's coast as the moon raised higher into the sky. His wife, Melaine was shuffling her cards idly to keep busy. This must have been how his parents felt when he was born.
The water was calm, soothing, and there was a warmer breeze...the Spring Equinox was here, spring will finally bring warmer weather. His wife smiled softly at his worry and wrapped her arms around him as he stared at the water covered nest, guarding the three future Witchbornes. They stood in silence, enjoying the midnight hour. Off in the distance they can see the lanterns that the clan light every night, they could hear Aytama, the Midwife and Laima, the Nest Guard quietly tend to the shallows ready to assist them whenever their children join them in the moonlight.
It didn't take long before the telltale bubbles emerge from the eggs. Lorien was the first to enter the water followed by the calm guidance of Aytama. It was surreal for him, holding his first born...she was beautiful.
He looked towards his wife and she held their first son; the spitting image of herself. Aytama help the youngest, a boy, "He favors his father's looks." smiled Aytama as she handed the child to Lorien. The new parents were left allow, quietly cooing over the newborns as they breathed their first breath of air, in awe of the creation before them.
Melaine quietly started to shuffle the cards again and smiled at her husband, "Would you like to do the honors?" Lorien smiled and reached forward, drawing a card for each child starting with his first born.

"Ace of Swords..." He couldn't help but smile, of course it has seemed like fate has decided to continue the tradition of the swords being passed down to the first borns; his father (IV of swords), himself (Reversed IV of swords), and now his very own first born. Quietly and excitedly, he drew the next card for his first son,

"Ace of Cups." Melaine and Lorien chuckled at the coincidence of the cards. They looked to their last child and drew the final card of the night,

"The Tower." Melaine was curious about the card. Lorien, who had very little idea of the cards meanings saw her concern but assured that all is well. They smiled and continued to coo over their first borns throughout the night.

ACE OF SWORDS

"Breathe"

It hurt. The muscles comprising her diaphragm were still weak and they pulled feebly against her fluid filled lungs. “You must breathe, little one” a distant voice coaxed and she felt something nudge against her chest. She coughed violently, gasping as air finally flooded into her lungs. It felt foreign, almost wrong, but it kept her alive. She was alive.

The full moon had waxed above the nest, pulling at the tide in gentle strokes that washed over the eggs. There was a faint tapping as cracks appeared across the brine covered shells and the chirping of newborns filled the air. One by one they hatched, pulling themselves free from the confines of their eggs. She had been first to hatch, but instead of air, her first breath had been water.

Her father had pulled her free of the waves, whispering to her as he nudged her gently against the sand. “Breathe. You must breathe, little one”.

Perhaps because of the unusual circumstances surrounding her birth, Vanitas was abnormal. Physically, her heart and respiratory rates were far slower than average and incapable of rising. Exercise was out of the question as the increased demand for oxygen would quickly leave her winded. She was feeble and weak, often carried about by her parents. Over time, she learned to use magic to assist her, but even that could only go so far.

Then there were the dreams.

She slept far more often than any hatchling ought to and her brothers would often call for their parents in a panic. “She’s not breathing again! Is she okay?”

“Vanitas? Vanitas, wake up. . . can you hear me?”

Needle-like trees crept upwards towards a starless sky, vanishing into the fog. The faint outline of a full moon shimmered overhead and a voice whispered through the darkness. “Ten, nine, eight. . . “

It was difficult to pinpoint exactly where the sound originated. It seemed to come from everywhere at once, an echo in the endless forest. She was holding her breath again. She couldn’t breathe. The fog was filled with stars.

“Vanitas wake up”

She sat up gasping for air. Lorien stood over her, picking her up and rocking her gently as she tried to catch her breath. The hatchling sobbed, burying her face into her fathers shoulder.

Dreaming was not unlike drowning.

Each time Vanitas dreamed, it took longer and longer for her to wake up. She held her breath, as if she were diving into sleep, her heartbeat becoming a faint flutter against her ribs as it attempted to push oxygen-starved blood through her veins.

It was always the same forest. The same voice calling out. Calling her.

“Seven, six, five. . .”

She woke up in the forest, standing amidst a bed of dew-laden pine needles. The fog was thick and she couldn’t see more than several inches ahead as she began to walk. Her foot tapped against something and she looked down to find a bone, white and glistening in the mist.

It was not the only one.

“Four, three, two. . .”

There was an entire graveyard surrounding the nest in various stages of decay. Vanitas shivered as she examined the remains with morbid fascination. Despite the circumstances, she was unafraid. She knew she was here for a reason.

“One.”

The voice echoed again through the woods. Vanitas could tell now, it was the voice of a child - a hatchling like herself calling out as the forest creaked around her.

“Ready or not. . . here I come”

It emerged from the fog. Entire trees snapped in its wake, and yet, the forest remained undamaged. A thousand eyes, shimmering like stars peered from the mist as it stepped forward, one moon-like eye dropping down to peer at Vanitas - opaque as the fog as it gleamed from a crater-like socket.

An Emperor. As ancient as the forest it protected. A deep rumble erupted from the throat of its main head as it rested against the ground. Vanitas reached out, touching the great beast before her. Its moon-like eye closed at her touch and Vanitas saw through a thousand other eyes.

“My voice” the Beast spoke into her mind.

Then Vanitas woke up.

- Tied to the Beast of the moonless woods, an Emperor comprised of a thousand souls whose single gleaming eye appears to be a blue moon suspended in the fog.
- Marked by the beast in her dreams and outcast by the Witchborne due to bearing the mark of a child-eater.
- Taken in by the Alchemist, Frankenstein
- Carries a cursed grimoire called 'Ex Altiora'
- A reference to exactly what u think it is

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