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Played by Offline Darkrise [PM] Posts: 27 — Threads: 7
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Night Court Soldier
Female [She / Her / Hers] // 8 [Year 496 Fall] // 16 hh // Hth: 9 — Atk: 11 — Exp: 12 // Active Magic: Shapeshifting // Bonded: N/A

She's kind of a legend
total infamy

While the rest of Novus slumbered beneath a blanket of stars, watched by the gleam of a silvery moon, Denocte was just waking up.

A city of a thousand flames that danced beneath the midnight blue, the lazy harmony of cheery chatter as its denizens wandered the streets. The air filled with the frosty breath of its people as winter’s kiss caressed the lips of the undying city.

Castalla watched it all; content to be but a bystander in the short lives of mortals, to watch and protect a city blessed with peace and prosperity. It was a comforting change from the fast paced life in Alanaris- training, fighting, hunting, hiding. There was a sense of relief in not holding responsibility, in knowing that it was not upon her shoulders to lead the people or set them free. Months ago she might have laughed if someone said she’d enjoy a small life, coddled by anonymity. She was born a princess, the champion of her people and saviour of her kind. A destiny promised. A destiny failed. But far from feeling inadequate, trapped by namelessness and unable to have a hoof in the higher goings on, the Wolf was enjoying the peace as she wandered through the streets of the Night Courts.


@Moira <3


Played by Offline e-cho [PM] Posts: 193 — Threads: 22
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Night Court Emissary
Female [she/her/hers] // Immortal [Year 498 Spring] // 15.2 hh // Hth: 13 — Atk: 7 — Exp: 38 // Active Magic: Light Forger // Bonded: Neerja (Malayan Tiger)

Melancholy and joy, each a potent poison, chase one another round and round over and over again. To miss another is to miss a piece of oneself, and she wonders, briefly, why she ever lets herself become weak, become vulnerable, become fond of another so that they might take the bits of her heart she guards so carefully whenever they go. And go Michael did, on a breath of wind beside her Queen once more, some far off adventure she could not take part in, to explore and to make ruins out of demons who stole their smiles so long ago.

She is but a healer.
She is the Emissary of Denocte.

Her duties are clear, and so the phoenix goes out among her people, out into the world with her wings tucked tight. Bangles laugh upon her wings, anklets gaily tinkle about her feet. Moira dons them gladly as she goes to greet those who she has not yet known. There are so many faces to know them all completely, but one or two more could be lucrative, and are necessary, to continue on despite the absences of others.

Weaving and weaving, she is a flame in the crowds with a happy smile and watchful eye. The healer girl, the Tonnerre child, at last stops beside another who stands in silent repose. There, golden eyes glance sideways, and there golden eyes remain. “Hello," comes her smoky voice, her midnight voice of cigarettes and fading dreams.

“speech” @Castalla <3


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