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Tsussar

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▬ old magic ☾ wilds witch ☽ ice queen ▬

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..... A daughter of Nhaama, yet not of the blood of the Steppe. Hers was an essence older still, nothing of the pure heart of the Dusk Mother. Instead, this one was born of her other face: the primal and chaotic Blood Moon, powerful beyond measure, ancient to the point of mythical. Her people had been unknown, a lost tribe migrated across the sea and nestled in the low valleys beneath the Hinterlands of Dravania who were obsessed with the moon and stars, with blood, and old, nearly-forgotten magic.
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..... Now, there was only one.
..... The lone daughter of a broken line who made her home beneath the wings of dragons.
..... A diminutive girl whose roar could bend stars, ice, and brilliant, blue-white fire to her will.
..... A hermit with cold comets in her eyes and the indomitable regality of a queen.. with naught over which to rule.
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" The Blood Moon endures. So long as there is air in my lungs, I will see our purpose fulfilled. "

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Tsussar

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▬ old magic ☾ wilds witch ☽ ice queen ▬