Information

The Morrigan has a minion!

Triskelion the Tripedal Crow

The Morrigan

The

Nightmare Irion
Owner:

Possum

Age: 11 years, 5 months, 1 week

Born: November 16th, 2012

Adopted: 1 year, 6 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: October 5th, 2022

Pet Spotlight Winner
August 2nd, 2023

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 1
Job: Unemployed

Black wings & tidings

No matter how many centuries had passed, war never changed.

The players certainly did, and the weapons they wielded... but the game was the same. She had seen it all and smiled, thin-lipped, at all its glory. But these wars were not fought for her honor. They hadn't been for quite some time. She was little more than a footnote in history - a forgotten relic. The Morrigan wondered - just how long had it been since she'd heard from the rest of the Tuatha Dé Danann? From her lover, The Dagda himself? A century, at the least. More than likely, even longer. The fair folk had been quiet as well.

She brushed her long black hair away from her face, tying it back with a bit of leather trim adorned with crow feathers. A raven croaked in the distance, and she smiled again. Corvids were always her favorite birds. Ravens and crows in particular. Such beautiful black wings they possessed, and fierce talons. A voice not meant for joyful song, but a warning. This time, the voice calling seemed to signal a change of the guard. Perhaps it's time... if the world has moved on, then so too shall I.

She moved among the people of the New World as silent as a shadow. Perhaps, she mused, that's all she was to them. A dark shadow, barely more than a whisper. In due time she would find herself among more of her kind - The Old Gods, they called themselves. A Greek witch calling herself Kirke struck her interest the most; a kindred spirit, Morrigan thought, just as lost and afraid of obsolescence. But none of the other Tuatha Dé Danann were amongst their numbers. She was surrounded by a found family, and yet completely alone.

She could hear the croak of a raven once more and knew its true meaning.