#SKDJCBSKJ SHES JUST ONE OF THOSE MUSES...

[diveyne]

starter for [ . . . ] @arkhayn : silco.

darkness — a misunderstood and multifaceted concept carved of the deepest obsidian, pure and abyssal and glistening in stygian nights devoid of stars. there are those with a natural affinity towards it, finding comfort in its shadowed veil; others are struck with a vicious proclivity to madness and its terror. it is as beautiful and serene as it is a terrifying manifestation of the realm's atrocities and every horrific monstrosity and their gnarled digits and mangled wire-strung jaws lurking within the veil. in the right hands, it is a blessing, a moment's respite away from the inescapable demons crawling upon the earth clad in human flesh and their picture-perfect porcelain masks; in others, darkness is a weapon, an unimaginable and unfathomably catastrophic force that poisons the roots and sunders seams into the earth as far as the eye could see.

over the centuries that morgana has been shackled and bound to earthen soil, she has seen it all. she has seen the beauty of the shadows, light dwelling within the dark as a reminder of hope. she has seen in others how darkness twists and corrupts and casts hopeless souls into a pit of raging hellfire without end. for all her love of humanity, they fascinate her — they terrify her. people are capable of nearly anything when pressed into corners with naught but sharp, jagged edges. tipping her head to the side, morgana's studious gaze remains fixated upon the man before her. " i'm not wholly unfamiliar with zaun's plight. it's rare, but every now and then, i hear an errant prayer from its depths. so tell me . . . i would hear zaun's story from the lips of a man who knows its ins and outs. "