MDNI [18+] | Marvel | Ursela Xochil Flores-Dominguez | Roleplay Blog | Carrd | est. 10 August 2026
An omnistic coven was founded by women hailing from the four corners of the earth, bringing life to millions of deities once more, and reinforcing those not yet forgotten. Each is encouraged to find her way with one (or more) faith(s). A darling cub, born of love, by the will of Xochiquetzal, found her way through the jackal-headed shepherd of souls. Anpu, Anubis, appoints her as an avatar, and reaper.
Emilia had snuck through the window and into the address Ursula had given her. It was dark, moody, a small lamp in the corner gave her enough light to find a light-switch of some kind. She probably shouldn’t have snooped, but she did. In her defence she only looked through the stuff that was left out in the open. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about what Ursula kept in her house.
The home was eclectic to say the least. Jewel tones of greens, reds, and purples were accented with gold in both embellishments and lighting. Candles scattered themselves, awaiting the homecoming of their master. Various herbs were hung from walls and parts of the ceiling, either drying or waiting to be crushed up for some recipie—food, medicine, or otherwise. An altar remained intricately assembled from the window the visitor entered from.
Beside the front door stood a dog. It held the shape of a pharaoh hound, but a few things remained off. It's fur lacked the golden glow of those that wandered today, and something about it was...spectral; the wall behind it slightly visible. It did not move, but its eyes made it clear the visitor was noticed. A silent reminder to behave.
The hound whined as an outline of large bricks lit into the wall behind it. It stood, turning with it's ears folded and its tail swaying. The bricks slid away, revealing a witch just as eclectic as the space she claimed. Behind her, a twilight lit desert. In her hand, a bo-staff with various wrappings and charms fell apart into funerary wrappings before burning away in dim embers. The witch gently wiped a new tears from her eyes with her wrist whilst she stepped further in. Noticing the guest, a smile grew across her face.
"You made it! Would you like some tea? How are you?" She asked, a hand coming down to pet the hound that was impatiently awaiting her attention. She cooed softly, speaking sweet nothings in an ancient tongue that seemed to rile the hound up more.
A hound has gone missing. If anyone sees a ghost-like Pharaoh hound trying to steal food off a street stand, please let me know. You can lure them with whatever it is they're fixated on in the moment.
@merc-with-a-mouth-69 If you're holding one of em I swear you'll be cursed with warm pillow and burnt cookies for the next three weeks!
A hound has gone missing. If anyone sees a ghost-like Pharaoh hound trying to steal food off a street stand, please let me know. You can lure them with whatever it is they're fixated on in the moment.
@merc-with-a-mouth-69 If you're holding one of em I swear you'll be cursed with warm pillow and burnt cookies for the next three weeks!
I t’ink we have t’ take him int’ consideration. S’somt’in’ dat’s part o’ ya. Still t’ink you a cryptid t’ough. Yo’ a very strange man who intrigues my head-mate from time t’ time.
I t’ink we have t’ take him int’ consideration. S’somt’in’ dat’s part o’ ya. Still t’ink you a cryptid t’ough. Yo’ a very strange man who intrigues my head-mate from time t’ time.
I t’ink we have t’ take him int’ consideration. S’somt’in’ dat’s part o’ ya. Still t’ink you a cryptid t’ough. Yo’ a very strange man who intrigues my head-mate from time t’ time.
it’s perfectly fine if you are cis, but also it’s ok if you ever want to experiment with gender. it’s even okayer if you never ever want to experiment and want to stay where you are. it’s all up to you, not someone else.
