#char: reidhe

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such wretched things as us

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Folk spoke, and Marlena had heard them do so, that it was easy to recognize the Deathbringer. Whether she be a fox or a crow or a woman, be it skin or fur or feathers, there was no hiding the red sprouting all around her face. The marks that never faded: the shapeshifter sigils, the scars of odd, melting burns that stretched across half of her head, the countless more that lined her body. It was easy to recognize the Deathbringer because the Deathbringer looked like one.

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your brother’s sister

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ill just be honest im ridiculously proud of this lmao

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Their bodies were almost identical - perfect mirrors of one another with just a single crack. The boy learned quickly how to erase the bloody mark on his face; he walked unmarred by the curse that had been forced onto the two of them. The girl - his absolute reflection, in all ways but one - did not.

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marked for life