#bacreia

For a bit of context: this character's name is Nadya and she is an oracle on the run from her duties to her home country. While over the course of the last few months she has come to accept her oracular powers, she is now at odds with a lot of the gods that send her dreams. Mainly because they did not intervene as her crush (@parttime-creative's character) died in front of her. Instead she has chose to embrace four of her Banished Deities that are widely regarded as evil. So, a while ago I asked flower if she tought that warranted a costume change and this is what we cooked up as we are about to head into the Shadow Plane.

One thought that I had was that every one of the Banished Gods should be reflected in the outfit somehow. The first is the Prince of Chains with the chain pattern on the bodysuit. The second is the Iron Maiden, represented by the sword earring and the chain connecting it to the cuff. Thirdly, the corset represents the Flowerbringer with the black thorns and orange (burning) and blue (frozen) roses. Last is Fools' Mirror with little pieces of mirror on the jacket as well as the button in the form of an owl's head.

Who is she, that lady fair, Sweet company in my dispair? How can i give a name to her, who we all know so well? Whose absence isn't heaven, but whose presence nothing but hell.

I cannot speak the name of her, who takes away my voice. In mercy she's who takes my choice and guides me when my body fails When i am naught but moans and wails When trembles put my hands in shackles And all my hackles rise Then she is there, controlling me Leading me through demise.

No, no name i have for her, Yet words i have to spare

She is the changing of the moon, That light withdrawn slow at first, then all too soon Gone.

She is the cave of ribs and flesh In which your breath is caught The echo of your racing heart Escape would be for Naught

She is the smoke that herolds all Destruction yet to come The growing dread that starts so small Till it's blaze can't be undone

She is the ash that's left behind When you have pushed away The ones you burned so brightly for Now shr is all that Stays

She is the greed, the wanting all The joy you need to live. And in return, so mercyfull, More pain is what she gives

She is the blood that turns to ice Inside your body now Would it be better if you thawed or cracked in terror's Maw?