#marrowen

Marrowen is our main character, sorta, along with a boy named Darius. She lost her memory after jumping off a mountain to escape an individual called the Devourer, aka Larant. Larant's a wraith, which is a little bit like a Dark Souls chosen undead, complete with respawn mechanics. But we'll get into that later

She's known as the Knight of Nine Lives because, well, she's a cat with nine lives. Bit on the nose but I love her dearly -v-

When she dies (REALLY dies), her soul attempts to leave her body and is redirected to either A, a soulless human fetus, or B, a soulless cat fetus; she keeps her memories each time, but goes through childhood at an accelerated pace. Her gender occasionally changes during this, a la Time Lords. She is an amalgamation of a cat and a human's souls that died at the same moment some 12,000 years prior.

She's a tough little cookie, has slain many a monster and saved many a soul. I sorta envisioned her (in her current incarnation) as visually being something between the cat from Fuelled and this art by A. Makkon

Some snippets of her:

As she stared into the fire, more images swirled in her mind.

First, a very large, cheery woman with grey skin and long, curling horns. On her shoulder was a young man with fur covering his face and ears like a deer, who seemed a bit surprised to be up so high.

Beside them, a chimera-a smug-looking horse man with a great big axe on his shoulder. Near his hooves, man with a scythe sat on his heels, eating pan bread like a ravenous animal. An angry-looking man without eyes, very young, sat a bit away. He was far less familiar, less warm, and yet she purred at the thought of him. He'd saved her life once, and many others—he was a good man, under the hate and darkness.

But the faces soon faded, and their names never came to her. She almost wanted to cry in frustration, but couldn't manage tears. After all, perhaps she'd be seeing them again someday.

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"Move or be moved, drake," she said.

To her surprise, it simply flopped forward, squishing her to the snowy ground under it's head. "YACK!" Marrowen yowled, in very undignified fashion. She began wriggling and scratching in a ball of furious fur in an attempt to wiggle away.

After a few moments of sustaining deep scratches to its nose and cheeks, and finally one glancing flick to an eye, the big beast let out an unhappy squeak and quickly trundled away, trotting through the same hole in the fence it'd made some weeks earlier. Marrowen laid there a while, gasping in the snow but none the worse for wear.

"Ugh."

isn't she lovely 😭 I drew this several years ago but rest assured I am not any better, at all Imfao