azula
Reconciled and Recognized
In cosmic expanse, where shadows weave,
Goetia's whispers, secrets they conceive.
Black Sun's gaze, a black star's allure,
Apocalyptic currents, souls endure.
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From darkest depths, their essence unfurled,
Mystic union, where life meets the netherworld.
In sacred dance, the veil is torn apart,
Goetia's embrace, the black arts impart.
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Death and life entwined, a timeless spell.
"and I am the weaver."
Eternal whispers echo, a cosmic arc.
"and I am the Conductor."
In shadows' embrace, mysteries take form.
"and I am the Soothsayer."
Goetia's whispers, secrets they conceive.
Black Sun's gaze, a black star's allure,
Apocalyptic currents, souls endure.
⋆
From darkest depths, their essence unfurled,
Mystic union, where life meets the netherworld.
In sacred dance, the veil is torn apart,
Goetia's embrace, the black arts impart.
⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋇ ☼ ⋇ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅
Death and life entwined, a timeless spell.
"and I am the weaver."
Eternal whispers echo, a cosmic arc.
"and I am the Conductor."
In shadows' embrace, mysteries take form.
"and I am the Soothsayer."
ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ⊸
Born on a stilted house, in a hot and unforgiving desert, the family of three not thrived liked the other animals, but struggled under the burden of scorching rays, and racial alienation. If it were the Sin of the Father, or Mother, it was indebted unto the young baby born beneath a Solar's Eclipse. For lengths of time, the trio deters the hunger and parch, becoming wanderers of Dune's lost and forgotten, where foot tread lasts but a minute, before aridity sweeps one's imprint from the page of History. Growing up, it was all a matter of perception. Since she could talk and walk, Father and Mother had some profound and inexplicably wanton belief, that if it were any of the three to carry the mantle, it was the Daughter.
Tried and tested, bested and detested, it took no longer than a few years for her to understand the disregard from most villages, all the blood stained on her dark hands, from a History out of her control. Deeper in than ever they traversed, the family of three came across a bleak and dark stalagmite which reached for the Stars in galactic hunger, it was here they set up, and here where she trained. Occasionally, that a traveler or itinerant came, not in beseech of them of course, but the great Spire that breaks the ground, a beacon for a long lost Civilization. But here, it is where she gives the same venom, for the valley they were in was the veil that hid all dark manners. It was her first kill, gruesome and gutted, then they ate. They had to.
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Anathema is born of wild conditions, inked with a black Sun in the crevice of her shoulder blades.
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| Name(s) | ● .., ... ; Maiden names ● Anathema, Dark Elf, ... ; Given alias’ |
| Age | 80 Elven Years |
| Sex | Female |
| Race | Dark Elf |
| Build | Mesomorph |
| Height | 5’11” |
| Weight | 140lbs |
| Hair Color | Stygian, shoulder length |
| Eye Color | Mauve |
| Complexion | Paled-gray complexion, with dreary gray-white locks. Angled, and elven features, with shorter ears. |
| Scars/Marks | ● A tattoo between the shoulder-blades, of a Star of inverted color, black as Night whilst its Umbral rays stretch across her upper, and lower body. |
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