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[rotten-pest]

2-5 things your muse can be easily identified by

Colors Light pink, more vivid than it has right to be. Deep dark red, like dried blood. Bone white, imperfect decay. The end that should not be.

Scents

Rotting wood, earthy, fresh. Where a corpse should be.

Sickly sweet illness, last breaths.

Soap.

Stench of decaying flesh, with acidic undertones.

Fashion -Commoner’s clothes, a disguise. A simple traveler, devout. -Red robes of the astrologer, unconcerned with stars when earth-bound gods have much more to do with fate. Another disguise. -Torn white linens. The first clothing she ever wore—stained, stolen. -Metal and richly colored fabrics, intermixed for a flashy but practical display—perfect for a mercenary. She didn’t know what attracted her to that man’s armor exactly, but she peeled it off his corpse nonetheless.

Objects

Two gently curved blades, made from dark metal, and tarnished by the influence of the Rot but yet to dull their edge.

Cleanrot knight’s gauntlets, refined and elegant. The traces of its former owner cling to it yet still.

A backpack, waterproofed and well worn—not hers originally.

Bone knife, more like a needle. Meant for one person.

Body language -A vacant, ever present smile, with nothing behind the eyes. -Curiosity, tilting her head back and forth. -The clicking of teeth together, a nervous tick carried over. -Standing very, very still, yet with all the intent and energy in her muscles as if she were about to spring.

Aesthetics

A zealot who seeks to kill her own god. A crisis of faith for one whose does not waiver. A heretic who disdains the faith of the flock. For one who portents the cycle of abundance and decay, she still fears death.

A praying mantis – beautiful, deadly, patient. Yet for all this, temporary.

Bogs, marshes, and swamps – often thought of negatively, their ecological diversity and greater services are greatly at odds with their inconvenience to people where their soft soils create unstable foundations and shallow, still and warm water transmits disease. What is taken must be given back; disruptions to their form and function results in tragedies, both swift and slow.

Butterflies and moths, fungi – tied to the wings of the Rot Goddess. Their larvae feed on the very plants they pollinate, tying them together intimately. Fungi serve many roles—disease causing and parasitic fungi take out the old trees that’d otherwise choke out any newer saplings from growing, shading out the understory. Decay fungi return nutrients to the soil. Mycorrhizae facilitate plants growth and communication.

Songs Ladies of the Woods – The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt OST The Wrath - A Plague Tale OST Mystery Man - The Witcher 3: Hearts of Stone OST An Offering of Grief - Pallbearer If I Had a Heart - Fever Ray

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