Mainly inspired by @avita-anarchy's Twilight Break and artwork by @dogesterone.
Red Tridax pod from Nynrah Forge.
Mask modeled by Rothanak and printed/painted by Buryu. Based on Dogesterone's artwork. Props to Kardas for being the one who originally commissioned that mask!
Kanohi
Kanohi Avsa, Mask of Hunger. Capable of draining another being of their vitality and positive emotion. With no Makuta left to create Shadow-Leaches, it remains the only way of draining the inner light from a being.
Talon Sickle
Forged to resemble the claws she had as a Kra-Matoran. A reminder of happier times.
Hollowed Longsword
A hefty blade that's surprisingly light thanks to its carved-out center; perfect for those who prefer to keep their load light during long flights.
Wings are from a bootleg Smaug bigfig and were stained with iDye Poly Black. This MOC also utilizes GoBricks recolors, gold HF bits from a knockoff set, and black double-sockets that can be found on AliExpress.
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This always kind of made me feel bad for Gavla, and what makes me enjoy reading her wanting to still be a Shadow Matoran something analogous to bad coping mechanisms. I wonder what direction if any it could've gone had Bionicle kept going.
(Probably not very far seeing as she wasn't a main character but who knows.)
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If you're still up for requests may I please suggest Vhisola/Gavla being the most incredibly normal about each other (hope you feel better Random mwah)
The Ga-Matoran scampered through the openings in the rock, struggling to regain her footing for a moment. Her head darted left and right frantically, in a desperate search of her objective that seemed to have vanished into thin air; she eyed the steep walls with a certain creeping terror, realizing how small the space she'd crammed herself into was only then. A lance of light, thin and barely enough to shed light into the alcove, struggled through the only exit behind her: dust particles danced lazily inside its feeble ray with the sort of out of place tranquillity that made her predicament all the more disquieting.
Then darkness overcame her, and she found her back slammed harshly against the rough stone.
Claws pinned her to the ground, pressing on her arms almost hard enough to snap the protodermis bones. Right above her, where the ceiling should have been, shimmered darkly crimson stars.
"Found you," Gavla hissed.
She felt the little body beneath her be wrecked by a shiver.
"Don't play coy now, little thing," she continued, shifting her weight forward to better crush the other's limbs underneath her and prevent her escape. She tilted her head in a slow, poised manner, mimicking one of Vamprah's more elegant mannerisms: "I know you've been watching me. Following me. You're nowhere near as subtle as you think you are."
Her prey's feet scraped against the gorund as she whined, guilty as charged and as powerless against the accusations as she was defenseless in her grip.
The mutated Av-Matoran lowered herself until their masks almost grazed each other, watching closely as the other did her best to put some distance between them but only found herself stuck between the deformed body and the cold hard ground.
Fear shimmered enticingly within the Komau's sockets.
"I know what you think of me - of this," she growled, wings arching as if to gesture at her unusual frame. "I know you find me revolting, abnormal, unnatural... And it piques your interest."
She huffed in bitter amusement when the Ga-Matoran attempted to avert her eyes.
Tsk.
Coward.
With a harsh flinch Gavla doubled the pressure onto the smaller limbs, tearing a yelp from them as she settled heavily on the other's stomach with all her weight to knock the wind out of her.
"I'm not some freak experiment for you to gawk and laugh at when you think I'm not there to hear it - and I assure you, I am always there," she snarled right in her audio receptor. "So listen carefully, and mark my words: the next time I find you spying on me, near or far that you may be, I will sneak into your home while you sleep and rip your throat out with my teeth so quickly that you won't even have the time to scream."
"Wrow," the Ga-Matoran peeped, flustered.
Both froze.
Clearly.
That was not meant to be vocalized.
After what felt like five hundred thousand years, with heartlights flashing wildly and dark blue masks now turning almost hot white from sheer embarrassment, Gavla coughed to the side and clumsily peeled herself off of the other Matoran, who was far too deep in the throes of mortification to bother even just attempting to scuttle away or move in any manner.
"So," the mutated female babbled, stumbling back into the exit of her hideaway on unsteady legs, "If you- just- I, I think I've made myself, uh, clear. Remem- remember what I said. About... Yes."
Her prey gave a high pitched hum in confirmation, and she made her less than graceful exit in a hurry.
-
"Forgive me if it comes out of nowhere, but has Vhisola been asking you about... Bats?"
"Hm? Vhisol- oh, yes, actually, she did come to me about them! She was rather interested in learning about their teeth, and also the caretaking of their wings specifically - which reminds me, by the way, did you know that the Bara Magnan sand bat is not actually a bat? They call it like that solely because of the shape of the wings! It doesn't have any relation to proper bats at all! Apparently it's because they are 'mammals', which means that they-"
Nokama very gently stopped her fellow Turaga by wrapping her hands around his own.
"Please don't encourage her." she said, tone exhausted.
Whenua blinked, looking back and forth between her Rau and the grip she had on his fingers. Softly, he dared ask: "Is there something I should be worried about...?"
His sister sighed deeply: "She has another shrine."
"... About bats?" he tried.
Nokama pivoted him to look at a colorful group of Matoran just a few bio away. The only blue armored being in the ensemble sported a pair of spindly, bony wings and was keeping the others away from herself by snapping aggressively and threatening them with her claws.
