Morana

Don't worry, I'll stay in the dark, where I belong.

[curlingmist]

[you hear a passing conversation…]

[where do all these waterfalls come from… ?]

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Does Mara speak a specific sign language?

((Good question! Usually, Mara prefers to use ASL (and I prefer it too for simplicity), but in certain cases she is also fluent in Wing Dings. In my own headcanon, windings is both a spoken and signed language, but its easier to learn how to sign than to speak it.))

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thanks Willow

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She frowned. So they didn’t have any other shelter. When she found the person responsible…. An internal sigh. Violence would fix nothing but it sure would help her with some satisfaction of retribution. Mara sat next to the child, before looking at the object in her hands.

A smooth, black stone, not too unlike the ones she collected as a child. The elemental turned it over in her palm, before twirling it between her fingers. While it held no actual magical power to speak of, it certainly made her sentimental. The child most likely would not take the food if she didn’t accept the gift, so she pocketed it carefully, and held out the food again.

Making an eating motion with her hands, she looked pointedly at Morana. The child understood that much, right?

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Morana takes a small bite of the sandwich. As she chews and swallows she studies her visitor. The Stars bring light into the darkness under the tree, casting shadows across the higher branches. She wears soft fabric around her neck and torso, like the soft feathers under Craw’s wings. The child reaches out towards The Stars and gently drags her finger over the fabric.

When she swallows the sandwich the familiar ache in her stomach eases. She rips off a chunk, and tucks it into the hallow of her tree so later when the ache came back she could eat it again. The Stars’ food tasted so good, Mother would take it to sell.

The little demon tilts her head at The Stars. Dust creeps up her side like tendrils of fog. The Stars are so clean, they shouldn’t sit on the ground. The child rolls onto her feet. She moves away from the tree, towards the crumbling wall of the old graveyard.

When she returns she has a 4 legged stool dragging behind her, that she offers to The Stars hopefully

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A breath she didn’t remember holding in dissapates as the child starts to eat. She blinks but refrains from flinching as Morana touches and fidgets with her scarf, trying to stay still. When was the last time the little one had even had decent clothing?

Mara reminds herself not to let her anger spike once more before leaning against the old tree. Her eyes flick to the other’s hands as the small demon leaves some of the food in the tree, but doesn’t question it. When Morana leaves she simply watches the clouds roll across the sky, silent.

The elemental glances at the stool and smiles, shaking her head. [ You. Stool. Use. ] She uses the simplest and most obvious signs she can think of. It’s easier than trying to talk.

Which brought her to her next dilemma. She had originally come out here to investigate the survival of another monster, but that “demon” being a small, underfed child? It had shocked her a little, but not really. That was one of those unwanted side effects of being alive for too long.

Should she take the child home with her? Or would she not want to leave? Evidently someone was neglecting her, but not enough to kill her. There wasn’t enough forest around to provide food, and the child still had clothing, even if they were rags. She pondered this, her flame dimming as she frowned and closed her eyes. What to do….

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The Stars aren’t angry, so why aren’t they sitting? The child tilts her head, considering the stool and The Stars. She brushes her hand over the seat to dust the dirt off, and shifts the legs of the stool so it’s even on top.

She turns back to The Stars, in time to catch her signing. The child blinks, and settles her hands on the ground as she watches the lilac tinted visitor. The child mimics the signs once, turning to look back at the stool.

[You.] The child mimics Mara’s first sign, then freezes. 2 breaths leave her parted lips before she moves again. Her hand slowly stretches out to gently rest on the front of Mara’s shoulder. She mimics the sign again, this time seeming to ask a question. Is this The Stars name?

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Children cannot be broken, they’re still being made

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She frowned. So they didn’t have any other shelter. When she found the person responsible…. An internal sigh. Violence would fix nothing but it sure would help her with some satisfaction of retribution. Mara sat next to the child, before looking at the object in her hands.

A smooth, black stone, not too unlike the ones she collected as a child. The elemental turned it over in her palm, before twirling it between her fingers. While it held no actual magical power to speak of, it certainly made her sentimental. The child most likely would not take the food if she didn’t accept the gift, so she pocketed it carefully, and held out the food again.

Making an eating motion with her hands, she looked pointedly at Morana. The child understood that much, right?

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Morana takes a small bite of the sandwich. As she chews and swallows she studies her visitor. The Stars bring light into the darkness under the tree, casting shadows across the higher branches. She wears soft fabric around her neck and torso, like the soft feathers under Craw’s wings. The child reaches out towards The Stars and gently drags her finger over the fabric.

When she swallows the sandwich the familiar ache in her stomach eases. She rips off a chunk, and tucks it into the hallow of her tree so later when the ache came back she could eat it again. The Stars’ food tasted so good, Mother would take it to sell.

The little demon tilts her head at The Stars. Dust creeps up her side like tendrils of fog. The Stars are so clean, they shouldn’t sit on the ground. The child rolls onto her feet. She moves away from the tree, towards the crumbling wall of the old graveyard.

When she returns she has a 4 legged stool dragging behind her, that she offers to The Stars hopefully

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What does Mara think about her father? What does she love/hate about him? What does she think their influense on her was?How about her mother? Does she still see or talk to her parents? If she doesn't does she miss her parents? I really like your blog, and I'm curious how much you've thought of for Mara. Thanks!

(( This feels like more of an ooc question, and one that I am happy to answer. To put out shortly, Mara had a conflicted childhoood. 

At a young age she adored her father, and always seemed to look to him for advice. He was the mediator of the family, keeping everyone happy. He taught her most about being kind and patient, and how to respectfully stand your ground. When he passed away it took a large toll on her. She took out the pain on others, in rare, violent outbursts. 

Her mother on the other hand, wasn’t exactly a wonderful person to her. Mara tended to favor her father which often irked her mother. The two often stood at ends due to inherited stubbornness. After Mara’s father passed away, her mother became bitter and abusive, her negative tendencies expanding to the extreme until Mara ran away with her younger brother. Currently, Mara’s mother is her only remaining relative. Mara hasn’t seen her for over 1,000  years, and does not plan to anytime soon. She often uses the excuse of being unable to find her timeline as a reason to not go home and face the possibility of having no family or home left. Needless to say, Mara misses her family and home very much. She still holds some inner anger towards her mother, but still loves her and sometimes wonders if she’s well. Other times….. Well. Just ask her. ))

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Lights

The church always glows at sunset. The sun casts splotches of extraordinary colors all across the dirt, and the warm light as the sun flashes goodnight softens the harsh lines of bruise like shadows. Just before darkness covers the world as the sky comes to life, everything is vibrant and safe. For that moment everyday the cemetery is beautiful.

It has always seemed sad that no one else is ever there to see this. No one else gets to marvel at the warped shadows on the ground, no one else counts the stars as they twinkle into view.  No one else raises their hand to reach for the gentle lights.

“One, Two, Three...” Today however, as the child whispers to the night sky and tells the stars the story of her day, she is glad she is alone. Her ribs ache from when Mother visited, and her head feels heavy.

“Craw came with a gift today...” She begins, holding her newest treasure up to the sky. A piece of tinsel no longer than her wrist glints gold in the soft glimmer of moon light. She twist it to show the stars the wonderful way it crinkles. “I gave him a crumble of the bread Mother left me...” She continues. “I wonder if Father will come soon.” She murmurs, eyelids growing heavier. The dark eyed girl lets her head fall back, but her eyes remain fixed on the North Star until sleep drags her into it’s comforting embrace.

She wakes up to the sun on her face and footsteps coming up the gravel pathway. With movements made slow by drowsiness and pain the girl stands up and wearily turns to look for her visitor.

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Everybody deserves

A friend

Even

Monsters

Like

Me

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Mara does not blink or recoil in shock, but her heart drops. The poor child… She can’t help but let a flash of heat break up the gentle warm she usually raditates as angry thoughts flash through her mind. Whoever did this… Well. They would stay away if they wanted to keep their skin.

She gets down onto one knee, smiling softly as to not frighten the other. [ Would you like some food? ] She pulls out a small slice of a sandwich, the sweet smell softly wafting from the pieces of bread. [ It won’t hurt you. It will help with the pain. ]

The elemental lets the hand wander towards her until it touches her flame, only closing her eyes. The sensation on the other’s fingertips would not be that of true fire, but rather something softer, and warmer… Like a blanket being draped over the other’s hand. The warmth would travel up the other’s arm, hopefully warming them up slightly. They seemed cold.

Opening her eyes , she signs [ Take it. ] while offering the food once more.

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When Mara’s heat flares up Morana freezes. Her arm, suspended partially in air doesn’t shake, she doesn’t blink, and she barely breaths until the heat has return to its normal. Were the Stars angry?

As her fingers touch the visitor, and heat crawls its way up her arm the rest of the child suddenly feels cold. She follows her fingers up to the warmth. The black eyed girl stays crouched down, slowly coming to rest beside Mara. When the Elemental kneels down, Morana folds her knees up to her chest.

Her hand sneakily snatches forward to take the sandwich, and she holds it in front of her chest. The Stars were is trading! Morana knows this game, and she fluidly rocks into motion, staying low to the ground but moving quickly. She reaches a crumbled headstone and sorts through the dirt with practice, before turning and crawling back to Mara.

She holds a worn, black box. Once she reaches the Elemental again she opens the lid and offers the box to The Stars. Inside the box Morana’s treasures have each been wrapped in dried grass with great care. “For back,” the girl whispers, her voice gruff.

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Mara shook her head, smiling. She was greatful, but didn’t need the treasures the other offered her. She sat down on the ground completely, not minding the dust and dirt getting into her clothing. It seemed that they could not understand her signs, but that was alright. She was sure they would get along alright either way.

They probably wouldn’t want to leave. That much was certain. They had evidently lived their early life here, and found it familiar. Mara didn’t want to take that away from them. But they deserved better than a tree and crumbling gravestones for protection. Mara made a sort of gesture over her head to signify a roof. Did the other have anywhere to stay away from the sun?

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Morana tilts her head and offers the box again. The Stars weren’t taking anything. Maybe she should pick for Stars? Tenderly setting her box down, the child studies her visitor. She turns her attention back to the box, cautiously brushing her fingers along her treasures until she finds what she is searching for. She deftly wraps her fingers around the bundle of grass, and unwraps it in her palm. The shinning black stone fits nicely in her hand, and feels almost warm on her skin. It had been a gift from Craw.

Morana carefully reaches across the space between her and The Stars, leaning forward to grab her hand and slowly pull it towards her. The Stars hand is warm like the stone. Will stars like it? Dirty fingers flip Mara’s hand so her palm is up, then the child sets her chosen trade in Mara’s hand, and fold the elementals fingers around it. “For back,” she repeats.

She mimics her visitors symbol, noticing how the movement blocks the sun. A look of understanding crosses the child's expression, and she starts moving again, tugging on Mara’s hand to have her follow. The half-demon girl leads her towards the old tree, and then lets go of Maras hand. She mimics her symbol again, and nods at the tree. Stars usually come at dark. Maybe The Stars likes the dark better?

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Mara does not blink or recoil in shock, but her heart drops. The poor child… She can’t help but let a flash of heat break up the gentle warm she usually raditates as angry thoughts flash through her mind. Whoever did this… Well. They would stay away if they wanted to keep their skin.

She gets down onto one knee, smiling softly as to not frighten the other. [ Would you like some food? ] She pulls out a small slice of a sandwich, the sweet smell softly wafting from the pieces of bread. [ It won’t hurt you. It will help with the pain. ]

The elemental lets the hand wander towards her until it touches her flame, only closing her eyes. The sensation on the other’s fingertips would not be that of true fire, but rather something softer, and warmer… Like a blanket being draped over the other’s hand. The warmth would travel up the other’s arm, hopefully warming them up slightly. They seemed cold.

Opening her eyes , she signs [ Take it. ] while offering the food once more.

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When Mara's heat flares up Morana freezes. Her arm, suspended partially in air doesn't shake, she doesn't blink, and she barely breaths until the heat has return to its normal. Were the Stars angry?

As her fingers touch the visitor, and heat crawls its way up her arm the rest of the child suddenly feels cold. She follows her fingers up to the warmth. The black eyed girl stays crouched down, slowly coming to rest beside Mara. When the Elemental kneels down, Morana folds her knees up to her chest.

Her hand sneakily snatches forward to take the sandwich, and she holds it in front of her chest. The Stars were is trading! Morana knows this game, and she fluidly rocks into motion, staying low to the ground but moving quickly. She reaches a crumbled headstone and sorts through the dirt with practice, before turning and crawling back to Mara.

She holds a worn, black box. Once she reaches the Elemental again she opens the lid and offers the box to The Stars. Inside the box Morana's treasures have each been wrapped in dried grass with great care. "For back," the girl whispers, her voice gruff.

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Her lips wrap around each number, a tally of the shadows that brush across her skin. One across her face, one across her shoulder, and one across her thigh. Each spot twists differently, cast from the gnarled branches of a long dead tree.

She sits with her back to her grave, cold stone pressed against her shoulder blades. Her eyes are closed against the harsh light of the day.

Her stomach sinks as the familiar sound of footsteps carries up the gravel path. With sudden speed she lunges into the safety of the shadows, crouching down in between the wall and the tree. They can’t hurt her if they can’t see her. She’s safe if they can’t find her.

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Human graveyards had always seemed peculiar to Mara. Despite knowing that human bodies stayed after death, it was still a shock to see entire plots of land just… Dedicated to burying them. When a monster passed away, nothing but dust would remain, leaving a neat pile to be spread over their favorite things. Besides, down in the Underground there just wasn’t enough space left to use up for something so trivial.

Spaces like these unsettled her, sure. They often came with painful reminders of the war from so long ago, where human after human fell to her feet leaving an endless pile of bodies at her feet. And on those bodies, a thick layer of dust….

It took her a moment to realize that she had stopped breathing, and she shook herself out of the memory. Now wasn’t the time. She had heard rumors of a demon that hid in this area, and she was determined to find them. For them to have been alone on the surface for so long, hiding from humans…. It broke her heart. And yet, at the same time she found herself slightly in envy of the other. Being able to see the stars and moon every night was a pleasure that most surface dwellers took for granted. It was something that monsters themselves had missed dearly, but also something that gave them hope.

The elemental walked closer to the tree cautiously, sensing only the tiniest of movements. A careful warmth is send out, but the light itself is kept close, leaving the shadows mostly untouched.

[ Is someone there? Do not be afraid, I am not here to hurt you. ]

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With wide, unblinking eyes the girl rocks forward. Her muscles are tensed, ready to recoil into the darkness. Her head tilts, and she almost distractedly reaches out, hand creeping slowly towards her. The child looks equal parts curious and terrified. This visitor is new. And strange. Why do they glow? Are they stars on earth?

As she leans forewards, she becomes more easily seen, a figure coated in dirt and bruises, with a mess of tangle black hair. Her eyes reflect Mara’s light, a twinkling across the otherwise black surface.

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Her lips wrap around each number, a tally of the shadows that brush across her skin. One across her face, one across her shoulder, and one across her thigh. Each spot twists differently, cast from the gnarled branches of a long dead tree.

She sits with her back to her grave, cold stone pressed against her shoulder blades. Her eyes are closed against the harsh light of the day.

Her stomach sinks as the familiar sound of footsteps carries up the gravel path. With sudden speed she lunges into the safety of the shadows, crouching down in between the wall and the tree. They can’t hurt her if they can’t see her. She’s safe if they can’t find her.

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