Black Widow
Group: Opal to Green
Posts: 2
Member No.: 1,009
Joined: 10-January 09
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Full Name: Sangrielle Morae
Age: 24
Caste: Black Widow
Race: Short Lived
Birthright Jewel: Opal
Offering Jewel: Green
Birth Territory: Shalador
Home Territory: Shalador
Appearance: At five foot seven inches tall she is considered to be petite by Shaladorian standards. Add to that a slim willowy wisp of a frame and most are not expecting Sangrielle to be much. She seems almost inconsequential – until people notice the hourglass emblem dangling from her pale throat.
Her skin is pale – like a lily in winter or perhaps fresh cream… there is very little peaches however. Her hair is like blood or fire depending on whether it is summer or winter. In summer the golden lights granted by the sun give it a more fiery shade but as the season turns it turns a more blood like hue – which is in part how she came to be named Sangrielle.
While she does not seem the type, she is athletic to a degree, having loved running through the fields and forests like a doe.
Personality: Sangrielle Morae is a strange young woman. Sometimes, she’s quiet, almost too quiet and seems to be a marble statue that’s been a part of the scenery for ages. Then at other times, she is a firebrand. Full of pluck and spark the likes of which can burn lesser people. It’s often hard to tell which side you’ll get – unless of course you’re a member of the Hourglass – then the quiet, studious, respectful Sangrielle will be forced forward even if it’s not her current mood.
She’s also very curious in nature, which has gotten her into trouble a few times in her meager 24 years. Yet training with the Hourglass has tempered that fire well enough. All it took is being poisoned by the Head of the School once for stepping out of line and Sangrielle quickly amended that behavior.
However, there are people that are more likely to get the fire than the calm, cold, calculating widow and that is at times far more dangerous. Still Sangrielle has always been a spirited woman and it has endeared her to as many as it has annoyed.
Likes:
Running
Riding Horses
Playing Cradle
Sitting and talking with Atril
Chocolate
Moonlight Swims
Weaving Webs and Crafting Poisons
Dislikes:
Most Boyos
Sitting Idle
Being cooped up in the house too long – unless it’s to work on her Widow’s craft.
Dogs
Disloyalty
Dishonesty
Fears:
Heights – after being coaxed to climb trees in her youth and falling from a particularly high one, she’s lost her desire to be up high.
Most boyos – after nearly being raped, she steers clear of them. The only ones that are acceptable are those she is related to, and those that are in Atril’s court. Otherwise, she’s more likely to poison a man than let him close. And even the boyos in Atril’s court have to be wary of when they approach her.
Failing those she’s loyal to.
Family:Mother: Fiona Morae Rose to Opal Black Widow
Father: Stiofan Caerden Purple Dusk to Green Prince
(( The following done with Jamie's permission ))
Biological Father: Donovan Ciaran - Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk Warlord Prince – former Consort to Queen Noura Tabian. It is unknown that Donovan is Sangrielle’s father… as the timing of everything was too close to when Fiona and Stiofan began so no one considers that San could be anyone but Stiofan’s… Especially since she looks more like her mother and there’s nothing to suggest that she’s illegitimate. Though, it will later come out as the still young couple tries to have a second child that Stiofan is unable to produce children and has been since the couple got together… He thought only that one of the treatments he’d been trying had worked to gift them with their little miracle. Which will bring into question the one night of passion Fiona had with a man before she solidified things with Stiofan.
Maternal Grandmother: Siobhan Morae Opal to Sapphire Black Widow – former Court Seer for Daveil Tabian
Maternal Grandfather: Caleb Corcoran Summer Skyto Green Warlord
Paternal Grandmother: Illona Caerden Yellow to Summer Sky Healer Priestess
Paternal Grandfather: Laochlain Curran Purple Dusk to Green Warlord Prince
Half Sister: Atril Tabian - Green to Gray Black Widow Queen. Neither woman knows they are related at current.
History: The Morae women have almost always been Black Widows… There might be the odd healer or priestess and even, long ago, one Queen… but so long as the Morae have been in Shalador, they have been blessed as Black Widows and Sangrielle is no different. She comes from a long, proud line and though they’ve ranged in jewel from light to dark and nearly everywhere in between they have always been mistresses of their craft.
Fiona Morae had been in love with Stiofan for a long time, but had not been able to catch him… Though they had played at courtship, it seemed that they would never be in the true union she craved. It was during this time, that Fiona had woven a tangled web that showed her blood… blood and a baby – a girl… an image that would forever be ingrained in her mind – as it had been the portent to the arrival of her daughter. Sangrielle as the girl would be named in acknowledgement of the blood from the vision… but what that blood would truly mean would not come to be known for a very long time.
A Black Widow’s lust can be a dangerous thing when roused and with Stiofan out of town taking care of something for his family, Fiona had no one to soothe the itch as it were. She’d been weaving webs for healing minds and the tangled web that foretold a girl child being born and was still enwrapped in all these things when she’d met Donovan. Her lusts had been stoked to a blaze and Donovan had soothed the fires, quenched the flames and left Fiona sated. He’d never even told her his full name only Donovan… and in the morning, he’d been gone as though he’d been a dream.
Not long after, Fiona and Stiofan came together… When Fiona became pregnant she’d been overjoyed and never once did she consider that it could have been that nameless night of pleasure that had brought her into the state. She’d been with Stiofan before they’d cemented their relationship and he had never told her healers had told him he might never be able to father children. He’d been under the healing influence for so long that he’d thought one of the treatments had worked. He had no reason to question Fiona’s state, even if a small voice in the back of his mind might wonder. Still anything Fiona had done before they cemented their relationship could not be questioned. It was a Widow’s nature and the appetite of that combined with such jewels could be a potent force. He knew how the world worked, but he would never question the woman who had pursued him so adamantly for so long.
Several more times during her pregnancy, Fiona wove webs that spoke of blood and a girl child. She was fluent in many languages thanks to her Widow’s training and mother’s insistence and when her daughter was born she chose to take one of the prettier words for Blood and transform it into a name for her daughter. Sangrielle Morae, a strange name yes, but the young Black Widow could not ignore the visions she’d had.
Sangrielle grew and the girl’s curious nature was oft a source of amusement for her parents. Fiona had a vision showing her daughter with the widow’s snake tooth and began in small ways to instruct her and groom her for taking her training from the Hourglass – the elite of the Black Widows.
While Sangrielle wished to please her mother, she was a child and oft found ways to sneak out and play outside… hating being cooped up for too long. It was upon one of these outings that she met Atril Tabian. Though there were reasons to the soul deep for why the two young girls hit it off, the Darkness was keeping the secret guarded closely. Fiona being the daughter of Atril’s grandmother’s Court Seer saw nothing wrong with allowing the girls to become close. It might help her daughter be something more important in the future and all children needed others around their own age to play with. It was how they learned and grew.
Atril and Sangrielle were nearly inseparable as children. Though, once Sangrielle made her birthright, her mother informed her that she was going to have to go into training with the Hourglass. She would be allowed to keep in contact with Atril and they could see each other at breaks and could visit as San’s training allowed but in order for San to properly control the gifts the darkness had seen fit to grant her, she had to go and train. Being a standing member of the Hourglass and even training some of the lighter jeweled initiates, Fiona was not about to let her daughter stick to basic craft and what Fiona and Siobhan could teach her about her Black Widow’s craft. So off to the Hourglass San went.
She had hoped Atril would come with her, but it seemed that Atril’s destiny did not lay with the Hourglass. Still at least Siobhan and Fiona could teach her best friend what she needed to know. Of course Atril had many other lessons to attend to since she was also born a Queen. San kept in constant contact with Atril through letters and when they were close enough to do it, through craft speak as well… Though often times, San was taken to Hayll for training as the Hourglass school in Shalador went to the main school in Hayll for at least one month a year – taking only the most promising students with them.
It was in Hayll that something nearly tragic happened to San. She’d been out with a few of her schoolmates when a group of young men not much older than they, but far darker of spirit set upon them. Were it not for panic and quick thinking and the use of her snake’s tooth, the three girls would have all been raped and Mother Night only knew what else… probably broken or even dead. The experience left her shaken and it had taken a great deal of convincing on the part of her instructors to take part in her Virgin Night once the time came.
It was during this time that San’s fiery nature got her in trouble with her instructors. She had been adamant against something, and while to this day she cannot remember what it was exactly she’d done. She had been disobedient and insolent enough that one of her instructors pulled her aside for punishment. She’d never felt anything like the poison the woman had administered. It felt like her blood was on fire, every nerve ending searing with pain… It seemed to go on forever until the woman felt San had been punished enough and administered the antidote. After that, San was the picture perfect student.
Oh she was still fiery and wild – something she used to keep boyos at bay and others that did not seem worthy of her trust but when her Instructors commanded, she listened and she excelled because of it. She threw herself into her work – especially the poisons, wanting to become so knowledgeable that if another boyo ever tried to hurt her or someone she knew again she could take years to dole out pain to them and could shatter them mind, body, heart and soul in the process. Maybe it wasn’t the best of reasons to pursue the knowledge, but the nearly obsessive level she’d pursued one means to defend herself had produced stunning results.
She was afforded an apprenticeship with a prominent Black Widow as a result of her stellar efforts in the lessons of the Hourglass. Once she passed this apprenticeship she could return home a fully trained member of the Hourglass. Oh how hard Sangrielle strove to be awarded that pendant from the woman that was now her benefactor. She pursued the completion of every task Igraine Solamnel put her to with a single-minded obsession. Seeking to pass the test better and faster than any the woman had taken on as apprentice before.
Atril was taking the throne and though it would still be a while yet before she could rejoin her childhood friend, she wanted to be ready for it when she returned. She wanted to be able to help Atril in ways no one would have ever dreamed possible. So many in Shalador had taken one look at the more petite young woman and sought to dismiss her, despite her lineage and her ties to the Tabian clan. She would show them all. But most importantly, she wanted to succeed so she could do the most good for her childhood friend.
The tests would only get harder once she made her offering and the time drew near… Though tragedy would interrupt the ritual…
She was numb as she packed her belongings. She selected a simple black dress for traveling and changed into it after finishing packing. She then put on her Opal choker and opened the package that contained her newly set Green jewels. She didn’t know how much there’d be, though it had been a sizeable jewel. She asked for a necklace if possible. One that would compliment her choker but not compete with it or her Hourglass pendant.
She had, though reluctant to part with them, given over her choker and her Hourglass pendant so that the jeweler that was most highly trusted by the Hourglass could select the correct length of chain to properly seat the green gem between the two in a way most flattering for the jewelry and the girl. The man was a master of his craft and had been able to turn even smaller gems into more than one piece if it was requested.
Since hers was larger, he worked carefully in cutting the green gem. He was able to cut the stone into a beautiful oval pendant, two small teardrops for earrings and two small oval cabochons to be set into two bracelets. The tiny chips that were left behind were mixed into the white gold that was used to set the gems so that no part of her jewel was wasted.
She had not been close to Igraine, it was hard to get close to those training you… But she had liked the woman well enough and her skills were undeniable. Her Instructors asked her where she would like to go now and she had replied simply – “Home.” She needed to go back to Shalador… Not just to put as much distance between her and Hayll and Igraine’s horrible death as possible, but to return to her best friend. She needed the balance of Atril… a hug from her childhood friend would do wonders of that she was certain.
The Widows arranged for a Web Coach to take her to Shalador as quickly as possible. She finished packing her things. One thin white gold bracelet beset with a green cabochon on each wrist, her hourglass pendant resting near her cleavage, the green pendant perfectly spaced between the hourglass pendant and her opal choker. Her hair was down, fire against pale skin.
She slipped her feet into soft shoes and vanished what needed vanished and picked up the last bag that could not be. She looked at the room in Igraine’s home that had been hers for her apprenticeship. It seemed strange and alien to her now. She felt numb and she didn’t like the feeling. While she had been taught that a Black Widow had to master her emotions and could never let them get the better of her – much in the same way a good Warlord Prince had to be mindful, this was a kind of numbness she didn’t create herself and thus her distaste only grew.
It felt like it took forever to return home. The web coach was driven by a man who wore the red… It seemed the Black Widows were trying in some small ways to apologize for what had happened. It was a tragedy that her Offering had been interrupted, but there was nothing that could be done about it now. She was still a promising student and appropriately loyal so of course they did not mind taking some care of her. Black Widows rewarded such promise and loyalty in order to help the best grow.
When she finally returned to Shalador once more, it was late. She ate in an Inn near the Landing Web and then made her way back to her childhood home. Her mother greeted her with open arms and she managed a small smile and complained of being tired from the trip and retired to her room.
She set her bag down and changed into a nightgown. She set her jewelry in their appropriate jewelry boxes and crawled into bed. In the morning, she woke and took a much needed hot bath. She dressed in another gown of black – soft and looking almost like spider’s silk. Though it wasn’t, it was still well crafted. She put on her jewels and made her way down for breakfast.
She had resolved to put the strangeness of the last month of her training behind her. She had more important things to do than let something she couldn’t change bother her. “I’m going to Tabian Keep. It’s been too long since I last saw Atril. I miss my friend and Queen of the Territory or not, I need to see her.” She says to her mother as she finishes her breakfast.
Maybe it wasn’t wise to go there unannounced but she couldn’t help it. She missed her childhood friend – the girl had been as a sister to her since they were small. She needed that comfort right now, a comfort she couldn’t get from her parents. Besides, she had always said that she would serve Atril if the girl ever took a throne.
She made her way to Tabian Keep which wasn’t that far from her own home, thankfully. She paused at the gate, waiting to be let in by the guard. “Sangrielle Morae requests audience with Queen Atril Tabian.” She says to someone who inquires why she’s come to the keep… Of course her name is and should be familiar to everyone at the keep and she’s let in. Of course while Atril was busy, she would have to wait… But as she waited in the Library – one of Atril’s favorite rooms, she picked up a book she’d had to return to Atril before getting to read it all since she’d had to go back to her lessons.
She remembered where she’d left off and began to read it again. By the time she finished the book, Atril’s duties had finally subsided and allowed her to come see her friend once more. San told Atril what happened and allowed the Queen to comfort her as she cried. This would be the last time she would cry about it, the last time she would let it affect her but Atril was the only person she would ever let see her cry if she had a choice in the matter.
Once it was out of her system she thanked her childhood friend. “This isn’t the only reason I’ve come, Atril. But I did need to get that off of my chest first. Thank you for allowing me to…” She pauses before continuing. “The real reason I’ve come to Tabian Keep Atril… Is that I’ve finished my training at the Hourglass. I told you when we were little that if you ever formed a court, I would gladly be a part of it, well if you have room for me, I’d like to make good on that promise.” She says with a smile.
And the rest, as they say is history.
Offering Post: She felt the burning in her blood. It was time. She made her way to the Altar, the opal that was set into a lovely choker in hand instead of around her throat as it usually was. She placed it upon the altar and allowed the Priestess to instruct her through the process to prepare the ritual and waited for the woman to leave before she proceeded to drink the mixture of blood, herbs and wine.
Downward through the spiral into her inner darkness she went… Past webs of white to webs of yellow… Through webs of Tiger’s Eye hue on to Rose… The pretty pink color caught her eye but quickly passed. The webs turned to a blue the color of the sky in summer time and then to a deep royal purple… Suddenly her attention was caught by shimmering webs of opalescence. These webs wrapped around her and she smiled at how warm they felt. Opal – the color of her birthright.
Then they turned to emerald and just as she was about to slip past them, a terrible sound brought her out of the ritual… Blood dripping from her nose. Igraine had accompanied her of course. The strange sound that had shaken San out of the ritual was the shriek of the Priestess. She looked, her head feeling fuzzy at the altar. She saw the swirling colors and the opal choker as well as an uncut green gem. She numbly grabbed them and tried to get to her feet.
She swayed almost drunkenly. Her head feeling so strange and the world spinning. She wasn’t fully out of the ritual’s grasp since it had been interrupted. Little did San know what was about to befall her. Someone had sought to destroy Igraine – Black Widows if not careful could garner many enemies. And the woman had angered the wrong people. The poison that had been slipped to the Black Widow left a most disgusting scene.
The Priestess had watched Igraine’s death… And the floor of the anteroom was stained with the woman’s blood. The shriek of horror from the Priestess had interrupted the Ritual… The poison had been a combination of many things – witchblood included and it had been crafted to take effect slowly enough that by the time Igraine realized she was poisoned it was too late… So much blood.
It stained the hem of San’s pale green dress… She stood there in shock and horror, her head starting to clear. She wanted to vomit but couldn’t seem to manage… All she could do was stand there, blinking in shock and horror. Eventually someone came. More Black Widows… and they took her back to the school. She had finished her training. She was given her Hourglass pendant which hung on delicate chain, coming to rest near her cleavage.
Her offering jewel was set into white gold… It had been large enough to make a pendant, earrings and two small gems for bracelets. Perhaps it was the Darkness’s way of compensating for her truncated ritual… Or perhaps it was just how it was meant to be. Either way, she had a beautiful collection of jewelry now.
Player Name:Cara Mun
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Sangrielle Morae, Accepted // Opal - Green // Black Widow
