*casually spites the writers for naming morro something that means nose/hill*
yes i was so mad abt the meaning of his name that i gave it a whole new meaning and a headcanon to go along with it- anyway this is unedited and bad writing rip lmao
The ghost took in a shuddering, nervous breath as they stared over the expanse of their home. They gripped their sword, the the hilt familiar and comfortable, with one hand while the other merely clenched at their side. Sure, they were nervous, but who wasn’t at this time? It's not like they were about to submit to the fear either.
As far as they were aware, it had been decades. Twenty years since they saw the outside, twenty years since they had even left those deathly cells. Scars and burns covered their skin, concealed by a cloak that fluttered in the faint breeze. Their face was concealed by the hood of their cloak, but the slightest silver glow could be seen under the shadow.
While they waited, they were aware of another, bigger man walking out from the shadows. He stood a good head over them, his golden eyes shining underneath his own hood. One of his hands rested on their shoulder, a silent form of support that they silently accepted with a faint grin.
“Soul Archer, Harial,” A voice echoed in the cavern, feminine and almost motherly but at the same time deadly and venomous. “It only took you both a few hours. Are you two ready?”
“Ah, sorry, Master,” the man spoke up, his own voice gentle but clear. He, the supposed Soul Archer, sweeped his gaze over the cavern before nodding. “We are ready.”
The smaller ghost remained quiet but their senses were on a high alert, ears and eyes craned for any movement. Subtly, their lips parted, fangs glinting in the limited light, as they attempted to catch a scent. There was no sound nor scent as a figure approached, seemingly walking on air. She held too much of an authoritive appearance to be another ghost despite her appearance.
In an instant, Soul Archer was guiding the smaller ghost onto their knees, much to their clear displeasure. They obliged though, lips curling back over cruel fangs in a frustrated snarl. The figure seemed unphased, merely smiling softly and standing directly in front of the two ghosts.
“Harial, I believe you’ve been waiting far too long for this moment,” she spoke smoothly, her voice never changing in volume nor tone. Her mouth didn’t move either, keeping the same gentle yet dangerous smile — these contacting features seemed to be her main ones. “Are you ready to give up your past and work for my goals instead? Are you ready to use everything you have been taught in order to aid me?”
Their breath seemed to catch in their throat despite not needing to breathe. Slowly but surely, they nodded, some of their jet-black hair tumbling out from the hood of their cloak. The displeasure at being forced to kneel faded as they waited, finally, to become a proper General.
“You’ll need to give up everything about yourself. Your name will be replaced. Are you prepared for that sacrifice?”
I don't have a choice, they thought dryly as they recalled their entrance to the realm. It was either this or back to the cells.
“Yes,” they spoke up surely, despite their own thoughts. They didn’t dare lift their head — or even move at all. “I will gladly sacrifice my past for you,” they added after a moment, some of their nervousness leaking into their voice as they shuffled their weight.
“Good,” the figure hummed, amused, “then allow me to rename you, as a gesture of how far you’ve come. To show that you are no longer Harial, but now you’re Morro, the Master of Wind and leader of the Ghost Army.”
“The name, Morro, symbolizes breaking free of what held you back. It means you’re rising, fighting against those who have broken you. You’ve ascended past the poor boy you were before and now, finally, you’ve reached who you’re truly meant to be.”
The ghost, Morro, finally lifted their gaze. The figure’s cyan eyes met theirs with a unique gentleness about them, something Morro definitely had never seen before while they were being tortured in the cells. Slowly, they rose to their feet again — Soul Archer had to nudge their leg to get them moving — and let out a dry, humorless chuckle.
“I suppose it fits, then,” Morro spoke, silver eyes gleaming in the darkness with a sudden surge of malice. They tilted their head back, their hair falling back into the concealment of the hood. “I’ve finally broken free of your chains, Sensei.”
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I am here to present my painstaking background work that I did to make a valentines day gift for my partner and then go back to lurking in fandom stuff for a few months
I keep getting recommended warrior cats MAPs (the animations) on youtube, and like
I am not sure how I ended up drawing primarily dogs/canines when
1. Warrior cats videos pre 2010 were what inspired me to draw
2. I was primarily a dragon artist until I was like 14 lol
Anyways, I can feel myself getting pulled back into the wc fandom. I should mention the list time I read the book was the one with the fight against the dark forest so um
Anyone care to catch me up on things? Like idk who mapleshade is but I keep seeing stuff about her and she seems like a sympathetic villain or smth but I have 0 idea what time frame she exists in bc apparently some of the new books take place in the past?? I think
Also pls like this post if u post warrior cats art i wanna see it 👀