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There is no record of Maurauna's age, not even she knows. Her earliest memory is black. A simple dark room where she sat for eternity. Personally, she can not remember a single thing before the room, but just as if it was yesterday, she remembers her exit. She came into a room lit by a single wick. No one was there, save a glass of milk and a floor length mirror hanging against a clay formed wall. She knew her body had no desire for substances such as food, but the liquid called to her. Next thing she saw in the mirror was the change of her eyes. The darkening of skin and thickening of her coat. Her knees cramped, and a violent urge compelled her, twisting and shaping into a powerful creature with yellow eyes, sharp claws, and an ivory mouth full of teeth. Before the effect of the milk wore off, Maurauna had broken through the wall and ran out into the forest caging the busted building. Time was of no essence to her as she ran, for days/months/maybe even years. It wasn't until she came upon a small oasis out in a desert which was later called to be The Bahariya. When she quenched the dryness of her mouth with some of the cool, crystal water that seemed to flow directly from heaven itself, Maurauna collapsed. She found herself upon waking totally naked, and fully aware of the fact.

She arrived at the nearest city wrapped in a tunic made of leaves. She exposed herself to the High Priests for what she was, a shapeshifting beauty, and instead of punishing her, or listing her outcast, they placed her amongst themselves, in honor of the goddess Hathor. There she reigned for decades, never aging, and becoming ever more terrifying with her position for not many of the children that grew to see her immortality appreciated it; rather they envied it. When this eventually rose to the attempt of her life, Maurauna let herself loose with rage again. This time it was a fully cognitive act, she was furious. She grew to appreciate her anger towards humans, and decided to embark on her own quest: To retrieve the eyes taken for an eye.

Through decades of conquer and slaughter, Maurauna managed much the same, until she came across a being that she found to be enticingly interesting. He was a vampire, and his name was Mytri. The fabulous creature fed of the life that pumped through the blood of the very humans who she despised and went around punishing. Instantly, they formed a partnership. Mytri introduced Maurauna into the vampiric underground, where she flourished. She herself was not a member of the dead, nor did she have a beating heart. It made her position very secured. Not many hunted for her kind,or even knew of her existence.

So begins...

Maurana's Story

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#2019-08-25 14:14:39, as written by Scorpion01

Draco paused for a moment as she asked if there was anything to worry about. He turned his head towards one of the Commandos, who didn't move at all. Not even a nervous twitch. "They have no sense of privacy. They will come to you when called no matter what you are doing." he looked back to Daemala. "Their silence doesn't help. If you're not actively searching for them, they'll appear next to you or behind you and you'll never know."

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#2019-08-25 14:17:23, as written by lostamongtrees

"If I'm not searching for them? Meaning, if I leave them behind, they will find me regardless?" She wasn't sure how she felt about all of that, and regarded the Commando with a sideways eye. They rumbled closer to the castle.

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