#mnari

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[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it? (For both!)

M'nari

She's always going to struggle with nightmares - the poor cat's had a lot of traumas, and even though she doesn't consciously remember them, it's been enough to leave a subconscious print. Her nightmares are abstract and she can't make sense of them, but they're persistent.

Megan

In her Skyrim verse, she'll always struggle with letting herself touch people. The death of her father has left a lingering guilt, and she fears the day that The Serpent will come overhead and bless her with the poison that will kill anyone she comes in contact with.

In the Modern day, however, Megan doesn't struggle with anything that some therapy, medication and kindness can't ease. It's just a matter of getting her that help.

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oc aesthetic

M'nari

Late-afternoon sunlight, dragonfly wings, faint music, pineapple-flavored candy, springy green moss, a glass jar, a handful of rowan berries, a raw crystal ring, pink tea, beeswax hand cream, a blue rose petal

Megan Rourke

A cat’s whisker, a touchscreen tablet, a cinnamon latte, a window seat, a fallen yellow leaf, leather notebooks, a brown highlighter, vanilla perfume, a mint leaf, tubes of white gouache, a heart-shaped waffle, a Totoro figurine

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which kind of sky are you?

M'nari

meteor shower

ah, now i understand why people look at you from afar, a little starstruck, a little dazed. there must be magic running beneath your skin. you're truly unique, in the best of ways. you're creative, you like to think outside the box, and the fact that you pour your heart into anything you make is remarkable. anytime you leave, people wish you'd stay a little longer. you remind me of august nights and colorful cocktails. i just wanna tell you that although the universe you've created in your head is welcoming and you don't feel out of place there, sometimes it's okay to hang out here, too. i promise it's worth it, friend.

Megan Rourke

blood red moon

my beloved moonchild, it's so nice to finally meet you. you're as rare as those nights where the moon shares the same color of deep, rich blood. do you feel misunderstood? like no one really cares, doesn't want to care? it's okay to feel like that. your beauty doesn't belong here on earth, anyway; i wanna tell you that you weren't born to be one with the crowd- you're a leader, not a follower. everyone will learn to love you for the way you are, and please never forget i wouldn't change a thing about you. you remind me of late night drives, the lingering taste of bittersweet liquor.

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If you had to choose one event in your character's past that most influences who they are now, what would it be and why? How did this past event make them feel? How does it shape their actions?

The basis of M'nari's past that led her to even being lost in Skyrim to begin with was the murder of her best friend. She did it to please the leader of "The Lost Cats", a gang of Khajiit she was a part of as a youth.

I'm not sure if she'd ever remember doing that anymore, minus the nightmares and guilt associated with it - but it led to her becoming a werewolf, as when she fled into Skyrim, she was attacked at the borders.

And well, history is history.

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New Years

M’nari stared up at the dim sky; round, orange eyes reflecting the lights of millions of stars that glanced back down at her. She sat in the shadow of the Lady stone, overlooking her favourite view in Falkreath hold. For once, she was peaceful. 

For starters, the wolf was quiet - satiated - as she had practiced the teachings of an Orsimer and took its hunger out on a band of brigands. For seconds, she had made an abundance of friends these past few months.

For thirds, she wasn’t quite sure she was going to die alone anymore.

She smiled at this last one. It was comforting to know that even if she had suddenly passed, someone in this world would miss her. Not much, maybe, but enough that she would be a footnote - a singular thought - in their minds; even for a fraction of a second.

That was enough for the amnesiac. Whatever life she had previously, she had yet to find anyone that would make her miss it. Everybody she had met so far hadn’t even heard of her before.

With a yawn, the Khajiit rubbed her eyes with her fists and pulled the furs and hides - that she had relinquished from the brigands - around herself. She gave the stars one last thoughtful glance before laying down on the islet of Lake Illinalta, and then slept.