#sapia

[khorusia]

Everyone has their own version of Elsa. Mine is Maror.

And how is Maror better than Elsa? Maror has a dragon - Sapia.

[zootycutieart]

Haven't drawn my Muppet OCs in ages...and considering they were some of my first OCs, they really needed a good touch-up, both in their bios and designs. So, I decided to do both and finally give them new looks and feels! Kikit Upanotch is a semi-pro tennis player, semi-popular health advocate, and semi-motivated in all aspects of her life. Despite being "good" at what she does, she prefers to stay chill. While the cameras see a cool and calm athlete, she's really just going at an easy pace, doing whatever she pleases, despite her energetic name. Adding to her "semi" list, she's also a semi-good tambourine player. She can keep rhythm well enough, but not enough to go pro. Ironically, the only thing that it's obvious she puts in 100% is her very noticeable crush on Zoot. That is, noticeable to everyone but Zoot. Hana Ashi is dry, sardonic, and ruthless. Born in Japan, she took place in a foreign exchange program and disappeared. While her family is still not giving up on finding her, she's doing everything to NOT be found by them. She'd rather have fun, often at the expense of others. Despite the fact it seems like she doesn't care about anything but having fun for her own sake, it's hinted that she's venting out some serious problems. Not that she'd admit to that, though. Natalie "Nurse Tongues" Tunks is at an easier pace than even Kikit. She's all into the metaphysical and organic, and loves finding alternate ideas to problems. Despite this, she is a legit registered nurse, so she's also very driven about legit medicine cases, she knows when to use a real cure when needed. Fascinated by Dr. Teeth's performances at a young age, she has subconsciously crafted herself to be just like him...which somehow ironically made her less flamboyant and much more modest in her appearance. Sapia is...maybe what Animal is? Found by Nurse Tongues during a protest of a skeevy laboratory during her college days, she discovered a test subject during the raid. Taking care of her like she was her own daughter, Sapia has...unfortunately turned out nothing like Nurse Tongues is. Unlike Animal, she's not really excitable...she's just angry. She lashes out, has possibly a nasty bite, and is almost always scowling. The only thing that can really calm her down is a very specific tea blend that Nurse Tongues admits is healthy, but tastes like death to nearly everyone, save for Sapia. Misty Pepper is Floyd and Janice's daughter. A quick fling off-tour led to her being born. Before the media could scoop it up, she was quickly moved in with her much more straight-laced aunt and uncle, along with their family. Being told that she was their daughter all her life (despite the fact that, you know, her family members had pink skin instead), she grew curious about the obvious, and did studying on her own terms. Now in college, she's using her musical journalism degree as an excuse to attempt to catch them on tour at some point and confront her parents on the truth. Even before learning this fact, she was obviously her father's child: chill, hip, and VERY sarcastic. However, the part that is entirely different than everyone is the fact she finds Fozzie's jokes to be unironically funny.

[afterverse]

M•Register: Things I have seen in my dreams

[Transcribed from a humble folio found in a desk drawer within the Universica's archives. Many pages of the journal are corroded or missing entirely. Many more are written in a hitherto unknown script.]

THE ALLSPYRE - It is a grand engine, needleform, cast either from godsflesh, or the total absence of godsflesh. It moves in vectors erstwhile of time, and space grows thick and slow and multifarious at its core. It pierces through the Weave and leaves only a simple thread of continuity in its passing. Something ancient and angry is pulling at the other end of the thread.

THE GLAMOURWITCH - Her name is Sapia, and she is at once crone and maiden, fair. She wears the form of the lord-goat, but she existed well and long before their provenance. She holds a knife that can cut the quiddity of woven fates. She is sister-kin to—

THE WINTERMUTE - A sad, wracked thing. It is only a remnant; he is now but a simple mote of Oracular Sight, left adrift in forgotten vacuities. The MOIRAI took something from him, and we must all recoup the cost, before the end.

THE MOIRAI / THE SEVEN SAINTS - Pretenders to a stolen throne. Their progeny taint the glimmering of the stars. The Histories are a lie, cast aside their reverence. Dismiss their bastardous rites. If we are to ever know the gods again, they must be forgotten.

THE MOUTH - She speaks in circuitous riddles, but her sibyl is truthform. Listen well, but do not be tempted, for her words are wounds. Bewary! Her ends are not our ends, and her means, too, mean our end. A gossamer strand of fate ties her to the Terminus, though I cannot yet comprehend how or why.

[nattzart]

[too-young-to-obey]

My other half the best gf I could ask for @you-loved-me-painfully

[afterverse]

M•Register: The Last Giant - II

"And as the world took the glamour, those magicks, they took me.

I knew right and then, who-it I was dealin'. R.O.'s got half-dozen-o' names down, who-it set from me across t'chamber ('cuz a'course they do). Mine eyes knew her true t'be Sapia, oft called Glamourwitch. Order desired for capture, in-quest, augury. Thought "prize-tool 'gainst House rule." Deepest-o'-Weavers.

I'll say true, these hands... hesitated. Whether by nerve or spell, I'd falter there, even again. She turned, glance me, and strode hoof-fall away. Barked at t'witch to halt, but my tongue defied, umber-words tangled with t'glamour. Raised my cannon, a threat, but found palms full-o' breath n' dust. She cut the air with a word, and another place sought through t'wound.

She was rift-walked when I found myself and after chased, a pursuit."

[afterverse]

M•Register: Wintermute - IV

And with such dismissal the Revenants turned and left her court. The young woman among them, perhaps adapting an aspect of defiance, strode a few paces from the dais at the center of the room and scooped up the ancient signet where the Matron Vachax had idly let it fall minutes before. As she kneeled, the girl looked up to meet the Matron’s gaze, but found only shadow ‘neath the cowl of her feathered vestiment. The girl then quickly joined her companions, escorted from palace grounds.

Silently, Satreya Vachax faded from her throne and wove-incanted her presence back into a focused point in her private sanctuary.

The Praetorius heir hadn’t recognized her once-betrothed before the glamour-witch took him. That changed some things. The Matron indulged a moment of animal frustration, then just as quickly quashed it. It was no longer a matter. She would find the shape of an alternate hook on which to skewer the girl’s little troupe of corpses. Within the mountain they would discover their loyalties. Within the City Beneath they would find their impetus for war reborn. The Allspyre offered fate-in-potentia, an engine she would tune to her tasks yet again.

Through the signet she watched her to-be knight errants return to their ship and the weave shackle taken from each at once by the Mothersguard escorting them. Their dropship unmoored; the Revenants departed for the city, prized key in hand.

[afterverse]

M•Register: Eidolon Relinquished

"Then as the squelched Voice, shall I be again made Mute? To be named silent and buried and obscure? This is not the Fate Foretold."

"Yours is to be the aspect of Winter. We are all made again in the fall."

"They are but the blood of charlatans, Sa'ia. They drove him out; they killed their god so they could surpass him. All they've done is to mantle another vector of the final shape."

"I know."

"Now they intend to anchor the Terminus. You would let them undo our great works? Billions of lifetimes unmade in an instant, for what?"

"For a way out. Our... way out."

"Is that to be the cost of our crusade, sister? A billion billion souls squandered on an easy escape? You would bring about Perdition."

"There's... it... no, it must be done. I'm sorry, Mute. I have to do what I can to save us. To break out. I've found a way."