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    Mythica
    Mythica

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    Post by Mythica 23rd June 2023, 1:38 am

    The rain was a familiar sound. The tapping of the droplets upon the stone and the distant rumble of thunder created a somber tone that surrounded the city of Magnolia. While the day had begun bright and sunny, the late afternoon brought with it dark clouds and a torrential downpour. Most people were making their way back to their homes or businesses, taking shelter from the sudden gloomy weather as the grey veil covered the sky above the city. The streets quickly becoming silent, save for the constant hail of rain and the occasional crack of lightning. However, despite the abysmal storm that had rolled in a single figure appeared unaffected. Walking across the cobblestone and huddled within a dark cloak a dark haired woman made her way through the streets. The water pelted her hood relentlessly, though it seemed she paid little mind. The cloak she wore stretched down to her legs, concealing nearly her entire body, including the girl’s arms. Periodically the hooded woman would glance downwards, using one arm to peek inside her cloak at the contents she had been safeguarding. A small frown on her lips. 

    Despite the heavy rain the hooded girl continued onwards throughout the streets. By this point they had been mostly cleared out, with a few stragglers hanging about who didn’t appear to mind the downpour. She largely ignored these strangers, her mind fixated on one goal, and that lay a short distance ahead. Painful memories tugged at the girl’s being as her mismatched gaze made contact with that house. Beautiful, but painful. Just another reminder as to why she had come in the first place. There was a small hint of hesitation when she came closer to the entrance, the woman finally halting her trudge through the rain in the middle of the road just beyond the doorway. She observed its structure, its make, red and gold eyes examining every inch. She remembered it all in nearly perfect detail, and that’s what made this so much harder. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve any of this. Yet what other choice did she have? Tell him the truth? No, he had been through enough, she didn’t need to add the weight of the dead to his conscious… Not when the living would still need his help. 

    And yet she continued to hesitate. As if locked in some sort of trance the cloaked figure just stood there, staring at the house as the rain dripped from her clothing. She knew better than anyone that time was of the essence, but for some unseen reason she could not bring herself to make that final step. That was until finally the gentle cooing of an infant broke her stare, bringing her mind back to reality. The woman opened her cloak slightly to see the two curled children resting between her arm and waist, wrapped in protective cloth and shielded from the elements  within the dark coat. 

    Mythica had been hiding these young ones from the world for some time now, not understanding exactly what to do with them. Never had she imagined herself a mother, at least not in the traditional sense. She had fostered creations before, but most were malevolent and vicious. Children were decidedly.. Less so. What could she hope to do with these twins aside from lead them on a bloody path that would shatter their father’s spirit? His son and daughter needed to be shielded from that. The curse still ran through their veins, but Mythica had hoped their infancy would delay its activation. Still, she prepared a note to warn their caretaker to avoid letting them taste blood. Inuki always hungers. The last thing Mythica wanted was to invite the Blood Wolf any further than she had. 

    Finally the girl stepped forwards, dropping to one knee and carefully placing the twins at the door, just underneath the portico. The kinds were still sleeping, but were already beginning to stir from the sudden movement. She knew she couldn’t linger long. Still, the chronomancer had a hard time taking her attention away from the little ones. The girl had locks and eyes that closely resembled her father, deep brown in color. While the boy looked uncomfortably similar to herself, with raven hair and a crimson shade upon his eyes. At least he didn’t have the same clock mutation she did. Mura could be spared that reminder. 

    “Be still, little ones. A better life awaits you just beyond.” She said as the children began instinctively feel their mother pull away, their sniffles being nearly drowned out by the heavy rain around them. “I have nothing to give but blood and pain, I will not risk that upon you.” She said aloud and in a soft tone. “You both deserve better than I.” The words sounded strange coming out of her mouth. Mythica could not remember the last time she felt this strongly about anything or anyone, aside from Mura. Yet when her eyes looked upon them the witch desired to see them thrive. That would not be possible with her. Still, the guilt weighed heavily as she chose to leave them in the care of their father. He was in the middle of a brutal conflict, was dropping this kind of responsibility on him selfish? Maybe, but she knew her husband would thank her one day for avoiding the alternative. Mythica was no caretaker, and danger stalked her travels. Perhaps they would give him something to fight for…

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    Lineage : Pluto's Oathbreaker
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    Partner : Mythica
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    Post by Mura Kensho 26th June 2023, 6:15 am

    The weather looked so damn gloomy this afternoon. He’d have to go back to his guild soon, figure out if people had some business to do indoors. Some found the gloomy rain for a much better atmosphere for a drinking contest than brutal heat, but to each their own. At the same time… there was something soothing about the rain that prompted Mura to take a nap beforehand.

    And so, he did. Plopped on his bed and closed his eyes… but every time he did so, he saw her. Lying beside him, awaiting his embrace. His affection. It was tormenting… she’d been missing for over a year. He’d searched everywhere, and even when his life was in danger, she dared not show herself. He was so sickly worried… clinging onto his pillow as if it could ever substitute her. As if…

    His head began to ring. That signature… that magical presence looming nearby… was he imagining things? Slowly pulling himself up from his bed, he took a deep breath and reprimanded himself for starting to fantasize about Mythica returning back home now of all times… but his head kept ringing. That was her!

    That… that was her! It was her! She was actually here?! Was it an illusion?! A trick?! He cared not the slightest, he just wanted to see her!

    Hastily, he pulled the door open to see a drenched, cloaked figure hunched over… what appeared to be a pair of infants twitching their hands out of the cloths that was wrapped around them. In his panic, he couldn’t fathom if this was some sort of joke or if the entity emitting her magical signature was actually his wife, but… his eyes widened. He looked angry. Really angry. Understandably angry!

    “Why… w-why, why, WHY-“

    One of the infants let out a squeak. A cute one, as if reacting to what he said with inquiry. His angered glare turned into a mixture of dread and disbelief as he looked down, slowly lowering his body to inspect the infants laid before him. Two of them, covered in cloth but slightly wet from the rain. And without knowing anything about them, he rested a hand on each… they were still warm. The cold hadn’t gotten to them.

    “… M-M-Mythica… is that you? P-Please, don’t mess with me anym-“

    One of the kids squeaked again, as if disturbed by his growing voice. He panicked and recollected himself, lowering his tone before continuing: “P-Please, j-just tell me… w-where have you been? Who are they? Who are these… these… t-these… n-nono way…” Something inside of him fell to the ground of his psyche and snapped, forcing out rivers of tears from his devastated self. He’d realized who they were… and she probably didn’t need to confirm it for him. Somehow, he could tell.

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    Lineage : Inuki: The Demon Dog
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    Post by Mythica 30th June 2023, 9:13 pm

    And this is what she got for hesitating. Mythica could almost curse herself for not thinking ahead. Instead the chronomancer had just relied on luck, which was extremely unlike her. Masking her magic signature should have been second nature during something like this, and yet like many things today she had felt herself hesitant to do so. Mythica had hoped Mura would be at the guild, yet that became clearly not the case as the front door quickly swung open before the girl could even stand back up. The silence that came before Mura’s words were deafening.

    The chronomancer felt herself nearly freeze up for a moment, her hood still concealed her face and forbidding direct eye contact, though Mythica could tell it didn’t matter. A small veil of fabric wouldn’t be enough to hide the identity of his wife. The rain continued to pour around them, and when Mura spoke she could feel the anger and confusion in his tone. This wasn’t how she wanted him to find out, but now she had no choice. The witch steeled herself and finally lifted her head to meet Mura’s eyes, her own golden glow emanating from the darkened hood. Though as Mythica opened her mouth to say something, the sight before her nearly crushed her spirit. 

    Mura had taken notice of the children, his body lowering to get a better look. Even without speaking a single word she could tell what emotional storm was plaguing his spirit in this moment. Yet even in this revelation Mythica found herself feeling the familiar sensation of warmth around Mura. She hadn’t seen him for so long, and the forced isolation had nearly broken her spirit, and it seemed as though something similar had happened to her husband. He looked weathered but experienced. Like he had seen things nobody else had. More guilt swallowed her conscious as she gazed upon his form, to put him through as much as she had without a single warning was cruel, and she had no reasonable excuse.
    Finally Mura had managed to make out a full sentence, his psyche obviously still going through the turmoil that these unexpected events had thrust upon him. Mythica felt the strong urge to console her husband, lifting her hand slightly as if to place it upon his shoulder… Though she stopped herself yet again. No, it was too soon. Instead Mythica’s arm moved to lift up her hood, revealing the long black hair that Mura was familiar with, as well as her mismatched gaze. A small tear streaming from the golden clock eye. "I- I’m here… Mura.” She said, her tone almost quivering as she tried to remain strong, a somewhat somber smile upon her face. He seemed so enthralled by the children that the chronomancer knew it didn’t need to be said, yet she had given him silence for long enough. “She.. Has her father’s eyes.” Mythica said in a soft tone, temporarily breaking eye contact to look down at the children. Soon Mura began to well up, obviously feeling overwhelmed by the events that had happened in such a short amount of time. 

    “My words may seem hollow… And you would have every right to be angry, but I am truly sorry for what I did…” Mythica finally said as the babies continued to coo and whine between them. “For abandoning you after..” Mythica’s words stopped, her tone shaking as her mind went back to that dark day. “It- I hurt you Mura. The monster I was.. What it did to you.. What it would have done had you not..” Obviously the memory was getting too painful for Mythica to think clearly about it. After unleashing Inuki the only thing she remembered feeling was hatred and pain. That was until she awoke in Mura’s tired arms, too ashamed of herself to even speak. “I know how you felt when you faced that abomination, I never wanted to put you through that again…” Mythica would continue, her guilty conscience making her avoid direct eye contact with her husband. Even now she still felt like she was a danger to him, despite no blood being present. “Or them.” Her gaze drifted back to the children. “They don’t need to know what kind of monster their mother is…”



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    The Ghost Slayer


    The Ghost Slayer

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    Lineage : Pluto's Oathbreaker
    Position : God of Mettle
    Partner : Mythica
    Faction : The Luminous Covenant
    Posts : 2590
    Guild : Fairy Tail (GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 155
    Dungeon Tokens : 21
    Age : 24
    Experience : 10,355

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    First Skill: Spirit Completion Magic
    Second Skill: Onmyōdō
    Third Skill: Second Origin

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    Post by Mura Kensho 12th September 2023, 11:36 am

    Seeing her eyes again was too much. It was too much for the worn samurai who still had so little time to adjust to the vast ocean of news that befell him – the kids… and Mythica. She looked worn out too, upon closer look – just what on earth happened after that incident? Where did she go, and why did she hide?

    Was he… in danger? Was she that big of a threat to him? Was her mental state a sort of… I don’t know, conduit for something much more powerful than he could fathom?

    One of them, with dark-brown hair… a girl. With his hair, and deep eyes to boot. She looked a lot like him, that was certain… but she felt like she was freezing, so Mura held her tightly, which reminded him of the other one – a boy, with raven-black hair…

    He listened – after all, what husband didn’t listen to their wives in turmoil? He wanted to know more, and… he wanted her back. He couldn’t bear hating her for anything, she was so precious to him. The babies kept making weird sounds that Mura once made when he was an infant, much to his chuckling surprise as he found a very deep sense of relief from their voices. “N-Nothing to be sorry about… I think I understand now,” he spoke up with a clearer voice, his face still held low, “… A monster, yes. But… not one that we can’t-“

    Why did she say that? The kids, her kids… wait… were they bound with monsters, too? “W-Wait, what do you mean? We can fix this, I’m sure of it… they, they don’t look like they have anything wrong with them, b-but I can help. I’ve dealt with monsters so many times before… s-so why…”

    She almost sounded like she was saying her farewells. To her husband and kids. Why? “P-Please don’t leave us…” he begged, not knowing the extent of Mythica’s unstable nature. Not knowing the extent of her curse… or what price had been paid to bring her here.

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    Lineage : Inuki: The Demon Dog
    Position : None
    Partner : Mura Kensho
    Posts : 452
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 3,073,407

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    Post by Mythica 24th October 2023, 2:22 am

    His words of encouragement should’ve been expected from the time witch, though hearing them firsthand again after everything that had happened was enough to make Mythica’s eyes soften and turn away slightly. She knew she didn’t deserve any of the chances Mura was giving her, but she wasn’t nearly strong enough to burden him with the truth. After all, Inuki was not solely responsible for the many things Mythica had done, just an unfortunate first step into the nightmare that followed. 

    When Mura’s hopeful voice continued to plead with her the chronomancer’s heart nearly sunk, knowing full well that his optimism was genuine and his heart was true. As time continued onwards this got harder and harder. When Mura pieced together what the girl had implied about their children the guilt only weighed heavier. “I know..” She would reassure the samurai. “I’ve seen you face off against so many.” Mythica would continue, a slight quiver in her voice. “But this beast runs deeper. I had tried to hide it from you for so long, yet I grew careless and you had to pay the price.” She would say, her eyes trailing back to the children below them. “There may be a way, you’re right.” Mythica would say, a soft smile forming on her lips. “For them, at the very least. I was going to go and find it.” Mythica would say, deciding to reveal some of what her plans had been. “I had hoped to leave them in your care while I did that, but I hadn’t planned on running into you… I wasn’t brave enough.” Mythica confessed. 

    As the conversation continued the rain only got worse around them, creating a constant rhythm of noise that drowned out nearly everything outside their speech. When Mura begged for Mythica to stay the tears were real enough within her own eyes as her hands balled into fists. She needed to do this, right? Ever since the skirmish the hellhound had been relentless within her mind, recently awoken from its slumber. If it hadn’t been for Mura’s intervention Mythica may have been lost to the creature that day. Yet she never wanted to put him through that terror again, for the girl knew how deep his love for her ran, and she knew Mura well enough to know it could be the death of him. If she lost control again and hurt him or worse Mythica wasn’t certain there was any coming back from the blood wolf’s jaws. Mythica responded to Mura by wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace, the infants cooing and whining below them. “I could never leave you, not forever.” She would whisper. “I need to find a cure for them. You deserve that much at least.” Mythica finished.

    Finally releasing her hold on Mura the girl would gaze back up into his eyes. “They need you, Mura. More so than you may realize.” She would continue, Mythica looking somewhat concerned. “The places I may need to go are not safe for infants, especially ones with their conditions.” Her head tilted slightly though, returning her gaze on the kids. “Though I suppose we should give them names.” She said, it sounded almost like an afterthought. She had been too concerned with their safety that it hadn’t even occurred to the girl until now.


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    Mythica's Theme:
    Mura Kensho
    Mura Kensho

    The Ghost Slayer


    The Ghost Slayer

    Regular VIP Status- VIP- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Ten Wizard Saint Member- Neutral Guild Ace- Dark Guild Ace- S-Rank- A-Rank- Halloween Social - Haiku Contest Participant- Veteran Level 1- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Master [1000]- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- Hero- Summer Special Participant- Player 
    Lineage : Pluto's Oathbreaker
    Position : God of Mettle
    Partner : Mythica
    Faction : The Luminous Covenant
    Posts : 2590
    Guild : Fairy Tail (GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 155
    Dungeon Tokens : 21
    Age : 24
    Experience : 10,355

    Character Sheet
    First Skill: Spirit Completion Magic
    Second Skill: Onmyōdō
    Third Skill: Second Origin

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    Post by Mura Kensho 22nd March 2024, 6:46 am

    … He began seeing her predicament clearer now. Something was threatening her sanity, wasn’t it? That… that beast which haunted her mind and flesh likely meant that she couldn’t be… around her own kids. Fate had screwed her motherhood over, just like that.

    She had no choice but to entrust their kids to him, but… kids needed mothers. Mura knew better than anyone, for a fact. He wouldn’t be able to substitute her, not at all by himself. Would this inflict on the children’s behavior later, too? Would this pain them like it pained him, or worse? He truly didn’t know.

    But Mythica implored him that they truly needed him, most of all. As if sheltering the family from the rain, her welcoming arms felt sad… as if the warmth was slowly ebbing away. Mura nudged closer to her, for such warmth was precious and couldn’t be wasted. Please, kids… remember this warmth.

    Almost comically, she was reminded that the kids weren’t even named yet. What a hopeless mother she’d become… but Mura’d been thinking. “I-I… only got a name for the son, at the moment…” he slowly revealed, much to the daughter’s grief as she almost understood immediately and whined in protest, “S-Sorry, sorry… the boy, I was thinking… n-no, it’s silly- can’t you name him? Please… he even looks like you, the most.”

    Mura’s face was darkening. Naming their kids should’ve been wonderful, an event to remember… and a pleasant one. Not one so heart-wrenching.


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