#mortifa

[fnsilvicot]

Katja's horse, Mortifa.

Style attempt inspired by AFKJ.

[saleemb]

y'all i think my pancreas is dying, but it's alright because I drew Katja 😈😈

[katjadarkrider]

Mortifa, inspired by an in-game cosplay I did of my namesake

Drawing

App: Procreate

Time: 1h 51m

[askefrueee3]

XIV. Death- Katja Death is the card of the inevitable change that no one could stop, mortality, corruption, but also of sleep, stagnation, destruction of hope. Death rides Pale horse and wields sickle- I think there is no card more appropriate for the Nightmare Rider. Please remember that Death Card very rarely means literal death. The card itself often pictures Grim Reaper with representatives of all classes, and almost always with the royalty present- a bit a'la danse macabre motif. I used the Moorland Lighthouse and the Silverglade Castle to represent Jorvegian classes- but also to reference the older quests with Katja during the Rainbow Event. Colours of course with as little saturation as possible, as Katja would like it. The neon yellow lights is one theme that links all Dark Core cards, just like four stars and pink energy (to represent Sisterhood and Aideen) connects all Soul Riders.

[jucejjdu]

STALKER

Katjas old horse from Starshine Legacy

[fixations-101]

SSOBLR PLS ASSIST MY OUT OF TOUCH ASS

Im considering getting back into SSO but before i flat buy an account (which i would prefer to membership upkeep so i can phase in and out of playing guilt free) im wondering if i could effectively RP that a horse breed i like (like a shire or sm) IS the "main horse" by giving it the same name as the one you get at the start, or if quests require the warmblood/cutscenes use the warmblood (bc to my understanding the first horses name is spliced into the dialogue not whichever you have equipped i could be wrong) or if im destined to have a less cool horse than the other main characters

[catelyn-scarlettravenwood]

So i think Catelyn, Katja and Jay would have a very veryyyy different Friendship bond like Catelyn has with the soul riders like She has a little bit the Vibes of both of them i think with Katja because she also plays a Instrument and she really likes Mortifa and Jay because they once met back in City and they always have a good Talk and of course also because of Acerbus like i think there are so many things that bind them together (but ofc they don't really Show it because you know Dark riders vs Soul riders)

[ald3r-wolfcak3]

Starshine rewrite, dark riders & horses

Sabine has Khaan, pure breed black fresian, with an unnaturaly high body tempature. Somes even reported to see Khaan burn down the grass as he stepped on it She got it as a birthday present from her parents. Khaan got trained as a dressage horse, but can perform somewhat well as a showjumper. Since she lack the love from her parents she try to win every competiton the Jorvik Stable is helding to try to gain their love.

Katja has Stalker, a pure black Parcheron, with extreamly low body temparature. Somes says when the air is humid, you can see snow forming around his body. Stalker a bit aggresive, most at the stable try to avoid him. He hates the company of other horses, but somewhat friendly with Khaan and Mortifa. Katja got him thanks her excellent scheme. But the poor girl almost find out she not got any money during the exchange, but Mr. Sands helped her out, but asked for a favour.

Mortifa, a black Belgian warmblood with a pure white face and soulles blue eyes. She has a poor eyesight, but has a really high agility. Somes said, when you are too close to her you start to feel sick. Laverne got her, when he was 12, her breeder wanted to eutanasy the foal, but he saved Mortifa. Since then she lives at the jorvik stables and has a good friendship with Khaan and Stalker.

So as I said before, Jessica hates horses. They just don't understand why there is a whole ass island where the citizens are obssessed with horses. She times to times goes to see the racies Sabine attend at also go to cheer for Katja or Laverne. She one time tried to ride a horse, but freaked out.

And lastly here is Mr. Sands and his steel gray English Thoroughbred. The PineHill mansion has a huge stable, with multiple horses, but when he go out to ride he mostly ride this old lady. There is an empty stall with a damaged name plate. The older stable workers know, there used to be a blue roan horse with white tiped mane. No one knows what breed she was, but know she and Mr. Sands had a really close bond. But he lost his horse like he lost his family...

[mysterysoulrider]

Katja and Mortifa sneaking up on ...

... our mc, Linda and Pi while they're planting the Primeval Seed.

[bunny-lou]

i’m so excited that you’re returning to the descendants fandom! i love your fics, and grin and bear it is still one of my favorites of all time. exploring the relationship between vk’s and the people their parents antagonized is such an amazing concept, and you executed it perfectly. i feel as though the movies specifically focus more on the “what’s next?” aspect, instead of “what’s next, after everything that’s happened?” (if that makes any sense.) i love the way you write them all, as well as your writing style in general! i’m looking forward to the new year and everything that’s to come!! <3

Thank you so much!! I am excited to get to writing and making an effort to return to characters I love and giving them dedicated time as I explore new fandoms. I should be posting one of my requests tomorrow. It's a prompt I got from more than three years ago.

Check out Grin and Bear It here :)

[fnsilvicot]

SSL and SSO Katjas. (and Mortifa)

[algerianyuri78]

finally finished ! i really wanted to color it, but realized that the greyscale wasn't so bad ! didn't add mortifa because i was lzy ngl,,, might draw her later anyway ! anyways, first illustration in csp !!

[esmeralda-dragonstar]

Sketch of Katja & Mortifa ❄️💨

[spicyhummusart]

Fanart of Katja and Mortifa from SSO

[wintry-art]

Mortifa

[dark-rider-pr]

Riders of Fallen Dawn: Day 176

(introduction to the world)

AO3 link here

Rating: T Words: 1,325 Warnings: minor amount of sweaaring

Sabine reflects on how she got into the position she was in now, in a community, helping to keep so many people alive. I'm posting the introduction chapter here but if you;d like all chapters from the Halloween prompt month also on here let me know!

The coughing was probably the worst part of being in the apocalypse. 

Sabine’s lungs were failing, not because of the virus she had yet to contract nor is it because of the nuclear winter that was to roll in from Europe, but because of asthma. Fucking asthma. 

The End of Days was supposed to be done by them, the Dark Riders. They were meant to destroy the world, their true forms free to dance in the ruins of cities, breathing in air that was tainted with Garnok’s magic. Now? Now, Sabine could barely breathe normal magic-less air as her lungs spasmed. 

She shook the inhaler for ten seconds, or close enough because who really counts that when you’re having a fit, and on an inhale, pressed the can down. Inhaling the steroids helped open the organs back up and, whilst she could do without the shakes afterwards, the coughing stopped.

Her body, her mortal shell, was dying and there probably weren't enough people left in the world for her or her siblings to do another reincarnation cycle. 

The virus, called Aideen’s Curse (or Jorvik Rabies by the rest of the world), targeted magic users. As such, the druids at the start of the ordeal targeted the Dark Riders, blaming them for the virus when in fact…it might have been their precious Soul Riders. 

It’s merely hearsay at this point but the correlation between the Soul Riders and the Reincarnate disappearing whilst patient zero, Evergray, returned back to Valedale Village. Garnok would just pollute the world, turning it into a chaos realm that might also be viewed as a zombie apocalypse but this? No, this wasn’t Garnok. Or Sands. Or Darko before he was lost to Pandoria. Or even the Dark Riders themselves. 

The backbone of Dark Core wouldn’t shoot themselves in the foot by making a virus that forced you to suppress your magic. 

Sabine tried to stand up but her legs quickly wobbled and she fell back down on the bed. She was weak and weakness meant death in their world.

To starve a fire, you must deprive it of oxygen. That was what her body was doing to her in vengeance for denying her magical existence. But if the Dark Riders wanted to find the Soul Riders, the Light Ceremony Book and then free both Erissa and Garnok…it’s just what they’ll have to live with. 

Wind rattled the repurposed shipping container she was living in at the Valley Community, the cut out windows shaking from the force of the blizzard. Insulation foam had been sprayed on the inside and wood had been applied to give some sort of protection from the cold. There was a cheap electronic heater near her bed to provide some warmth but all Sabine really wanted was to let her magic out. She missed the way the fire raged inside, how alive she felt. 

Though Khaan was her silent steed, the Dark Rider knew he missed the fire as well. He was a little slower than their usual breakneck pace but thankfully, he wasn’t lame. Nor was Acerbus and Mortifa for that matter. The self imposed curse that the Dark Riders had put on themselves had avoided their horses and for all the magic left in the world, they thanked it.

Sabine curled up on her side, pulling the blankets and duvet back over her body as she watched the storm, thinking and mulling over what she knew. 

Could she risk just a little bit of flame?

No, unless she wanted to become a beacon for the Hollow Wood horde to try and break into the Hidden Valley. Not even Katja, someone that came from the Valley, part of its magical ecosystem in a way, wanted to risk it.

Magic users, especially strong ones, if bitten, would turn into “horde leaders”. They would guide the mindless infected, letting them feed off their magic until there was nothing left, allowing for a new leader to step up and take the role of zombie martyr. The only horde leader to not be eaten by its own compatriots was Evergray but he was a special case: the only stage 6. Well, technically, he was in a league of his own.

There was a knock at the door before it was pulled open against the wind, two figures stepping in and stomping their shoes to get rid of snow before pulling down their scarves around their faces. Sabine didn’t need to see their faces to know it’s her siblings. 

“Hey,” she croaked out, coughing a couple of times as she sat up. 

“Dr. Eiren said she could hear you coughing from a mile away,” Jay teased, putting their GED jacked up on a coat rack on the wall. “Wanted to check on you herself but a riding party came back looking rough.”

Sabine sat up, tossing her hair out of her face in concern. 

“Was anyone bitten?” 

“That’s what she’s checking for right now,” Katja said as undid her braid, running her hair through her fingers. “Shift over, it’s cold.” 

“No wonder you keep coughing so bad,” tacked on Jay, shuddering.

Sabine shifted so her back was pressed up against the wall, her knees tucked to her chest as she held back another coughing fit. Both Jay and Katja had stripped their snow covered outer layers and squeezed to sit beside their sister, tugging blankets over their laps and shoulders. 

The funny thing about the end of the world was how close people had gotten. It had always been the Dark Riders against the world but there were always jabs, sharp eyes and claws waiting to find and manipulate weaknesses. If Sabine had become as sick as she was now a year ago, Katja and Jay would be jostling to become top General. But now, with all three battling chronic illnesses, they had become…well…siblings again. Sure, there was still the rough housing but they had one another’s backs. It was just like when they were children, before Garnok, their Ascension and subsequent exile. 

It did mean that the sting of Erissa’s disappearance had worsened. 

The trio sat in silence, watching the blizzard continue until there was a beep and a voice coming through Sabine’s walkie-talkie. 

“Great,” the Dark Rider huffed. 

“I’ll get it. I’m closer,” Katja cut in, sliding off the bed to grab the device and toss it. 

Sabine caught it with one hand, pressing the necessary button. 

“What? Over.” 

The crackled voice of Justin echoed through the container and Jay rolled their eyes. Out of all the people in the community, Justin was one of the most irritating, mind numbing mortals they had to interact with…

Saying that though, his brief stint on the team meant he actually knew how to work with them.

“Loretta said she saw Ydris out by the manor. Lucid and alive. Sands wants you to head out once the blizzard is done. Over.”

“Yeah, and I’d like a fresh set of acrylics but that’s not gonna happen. We just finished a ride two days ago. Over.”

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. I don’t like it either. Over and out.” 

Katja tactfully took the walkie talkie out of Sabine’s hand before she threw it, putting it gently on the floor. 

“Didn’t you say you wanted to try and find him,” Jay asked, playing with the dead ends of their hair. 

“Preferably on his own, miles away from a horde. He’s…he…” Sabine groaned, her hands clawing at the air in frustration. “We’re out here killing ourselves to not become a target and yet, he struts about like there isn’t some magical zombie virus.” 

The silver haired rider tutted. 

“Shame we don’t have magic…I still want to make that traitor whimper.”

“Mm, ditto. Every time he calls me ‘little dove’ I have the intense urge to stab him. Repeatedly.” Jay gave a harsh chuckle. “On the brighter side, he’s not a horde leader.”