Maetharanel
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Maetharanel (my-tharh-ah-nell) is as dark as the night around her. Skin is pulled taught above years of muscle, and giant, black feathery wings extend outward like an angel of death. The only markings that exist on Mae, is a large star. It extends from her forehead, and contains six points. One runs the length of her head, ending in a sharp tip between her nostrils. Two extend down the sides of her face, slashing through her eyes leaving them blue and clear, before they to end in a point at the edge of her jaw. Three smaller ones extend upward, the one in the middle being slightly longer, much like a small crown. Also a lock of hair in her tail extends down, white as a ghost, but has since been braided, and wrapped around to the top of her tail like an elegant adornment. Being of the blood she is, Mae takes pride in her looks and strength, and will nearly never be seen in a state of disarray unless immediately after combat.
There's a distinct cold and blunt edge to her voice. She speaks softly, but her words can whip into you at anytime. Not one to lose her cool Maetharanel is not easily triggered, but a wrath lurks beneath the cool surface, that if cracked, could have dire consequences. Although one to love, Mae will hardly, if ever, show an outward sign of love. She trusts only herself, and believes that feelings simply weaken the mind and body.
Mae's life began, and nearly ended, with her mother. Her family had belonged to a tribe of females, noted for their ferocity and iciness in battle. Every year a select few would be "blessed" to carry on the tradition by bearing a female gifted to them by the gods. Thus, Mae never knew her father as she was the result of a ritualistic and drug infused copulation. The day of her birth, late in the autumn time, Mae's mother experienced severe complications due to birthing. She was heavily wounded, and as a result was "retired" from the herd. Her honorable dismissal came on deaf ears, and Mae was resented by her mother. As such, the moment she was weaned she was passed between mentors every year- and she never made any connections.
Except for one: a small girl, born a little over a year after Mae was, heavily imprinted herself upon the dark maiden. Her name was Lyre. Lyre's mother was unfortunately killed at the time of her birth. Thus Lyre had been kept with a wet nurse, who at the time also was acting as her mentor. The girl would readily leave her nurses side and stick to Mae. The chestnut girl grew on her heart. Lyre adored her, and the adoration was reciprocated tenfold. However, a year later, Lyre was denoted as being "too weak"- and was outcast to live on her own. Mae pleaded with the group to keep Lyre, adding that she herself would watch and mentor the child. But the group stood firm, and sent Lyre away.
Bitter, and for the first time emotionally broken, Mae left the group that night. She desperately tried to find Lyre- looking day and night for the girl. But it was nearly impossible, the rain and damp conditions washed away any path left, and the scent became weaker and weaker. As the days drug on Mae became more and more distressed. Her anxiety was above the breaking point, causing her to nearly collapse from hyperventilation. But her wishes would be answered by the devil himself.
Amidst the stormy rain, a small figured caught Mae's attention. It was the same warm coat of Lyre, but something was awry. Small, dark, metallic smelling puddles surrounded the body. Before she even took a step closer, Mae fell to her knees, collapsing into the mud next to Lyre's body. Even after the rain stopped the next morning, Mae laid there, not daring to move a muscle. For some reason she hoped that this was all just a terrible dream, but as more time passed the more she knew Lyre was never getting up. Eventually she found the will to move, and swore she would one day return and bestow upon them the life they gave to Lyre.
Seke - Mother - Black Warlander, white coronet marking on hind left leg {deceased}
Alastor - Father - Black Warlander {whereabouts unknown}
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