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Played by Offline Zombie [PM] Posts: 133 — Threads: 21
Signos: 25
Night Court Champion of Battle
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 12 [Year 492 Summer] // 17.2 hh // Hth: 20 — Atk: 20 — Exp: 46 // Active Magic: Cellular Manipulation // Bonded: Finnick (Harpy Eagle)

Isra was gone and Katniss had never felt more alone. She had no friends here, something she was quickly realizing. Isra and Eik had always been there for her and before them, it had been Metaphor. They were all gone and she was still here, picking up the pieces of her broken heart and not even bothering to put the pieces back together again. Kibou, bless his soul, was trying his best to make his mother happy, but the colt just didn’t know how. He hated seeing his mother so depressed and he usually prayed to the gods that someone would come along that would once again make her smile. It didn’t have to be a lover, he would be happy if it were only a friend. Katniss had heard his prayers and she had wished she could tell him that things were not that easy. Katniss didn’t really believe in magic or miracles like that. But she said nothing, wanting his hopes and dreams to keep him smiling. After all, someone needed to.

But today, Katniss decided that her time for mourning had come and gone. It was time to reintegrate amongst the herd. She still did her duties as Champion, but that was really it. Today she made a promise to at least try to be more visible. The people needed to see that she was strong when they couldn’t be.

And so, Katniss came down from her mountainside cottage and began to meander the streets. Despite the void of darkness her heart felt like, she displayed herself with erect posture. She kept her neck arched, her eyes forward, her ears alert. She looked strong and ready. She looked put together. But there was no one left who knew that she was really about to crumble.

As she meandered her way through town, she paused at the base of the citadel. This was the place where she had built the pyre for Metaphor. This was where she had said her final goodbyes. Every time she came by this place, she placed a bouquet of flowers. There was no gravestone to place them on, so Katniss simply laid them in the street. People would not remember that night, not like she had. Pulling the flowers from her satchel, she laid them on the cobblestone walkway, sighing as she looked down at them. It was then that she offered Metaphor a moment of silence. “He’s got your heart, Metaphor…you would be proud of him.” Her voice was nothing louder than the smallest of whispers. The words were not meant for anyone else but herself. But behind her, a steady clip clop of hooves caught her attention. Slowly she craned her head to the side to see the paint. Morrighan. An individual she knew by sight and reputation, but never had met the woman. She dipped her head in greeting. Nothing to see here.



Played by Offline Layla [PM] Posts: 142 — Threads: 19
Signos: 40
Night Court Warden
Female [She/Her/Hers] // Immortal [Year 499 Fall] // 14.3 hh // Hth: 30 — Atk: 30 — Exp: 50 // Active Magic: Fire Manipulation // Bonded: Bram (Timber Wolf)

a little mayhem
never hurt anyone
There has been a lot on her mind lately. Between losing herself at a Shed-Star ritual with Al'Zahra, to being left with responsibilities while Antiope traveled to the Courts, she feels like her head is spinning. Her heart is a completely different story, but she doesn't want to get into that today. Instead, she tries to stuff it all away again, like she seems to be good at doing. It can be left to deal with on another day at another time. There are more important matters at hand.

Morrighan is set to patrol the streets again in her Warden fashion to make sure nothing suspicious is happening. So far it's been quiet, but that in itself makes her a tad suspicious. There's always something going on. It's like a taste in the air, but she can't see what's happening yet. She will though, she usually does.

For now, it seems she will be left with nothing. Although, she recognizes Katniss among the others walking through the streets. She is one of the Court Champions, but her and Morrighan have never formally met. The most she knows about her besides her rank is that her mate died during Raum's reign. She isn't sure if it had been his doing, but there had been an explosion that killed her mate. Now that she's found love (in some form, even if it isn't perfect), she can somewhat understand, but can't imagine what it would be like losing someone that meant a lot.

Katniss dips her head and Morrighan does the same. "Katniss," she says in greeting. It doesn't take long for her to notice that the woman has placed flowers down onto the ground before the citadel.

"Leaving a gift?" she asks, her brows showing her confusion. In a way, this reminds her of the fall festival with all the altars. Everyone had been placing flowers and other trinkets by each horse's name, but that had made a little more sense. Here, there is nothing but the dirt and the stone pathway of the street. It doesn't seem like much of an official memorial.

Art | Code by Katherine

@Katniss <3

now the dark begins to rise
save your breath, it's far from over


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