#wekono

Mal’Damba you will always be famous to ME

im still calling you out @charmemes

Some five minutes past before Seris arrived at the location these shamans wanted to lead her to so she could communicate with their so called mother. A circular pool filled with some kind of green slime laid before them that was adjacent to a small wall dividing it off from the ocean just next to it. Torches were lit all about the walls of this outside ritual area. The oracle graced the ground with her feet, swiftly noticing the stone floor here was different, the markings were much more defined and exact, perfectly taken care of. “I love reading with my feet, lovely use of stone.” Seris said allowed even if it was disrespectful, the shamans didn’t even seem to react but did respond. “They are dire for the entryway to Wekono so if she is expecting you then you can simply enter the portal there and will appear before her in haste.” If cloth didn’t cover her eyes they’d notice her eyebrows raise in confusion at that. Gaze drawn back to the pool. That, a portal? It reeked of death, most likely because it was some kind of poison. Was unsure what to make of this, this must have been faith at hand, because only those with invitations could see Wekono they could not question it to be real or fake. Those that clung to such blindness disgusted her, unfortunately she had little choice. If this simply ceased her physical body from working she’d just kill them all when she made her body anew. “Very well, watch my artifact but do not touch it or you’ll perish like the other imbeciles you’ve probably sent in to this pit of death for the Abyss to feast upon.” Without her holding it the artifact’s cradle of silver fell apart since it was mostly not connected well, placing it upon the ground as it all laid about in a mess. With it out of harms way Seris stepped to the pool, no type of liquid like this was good for her orb so it was better to leave it behind. One foot after the other as she dipped her feet in, the green fluids reached to her knees before she purposely fell forward to fully embrace such a “portal” to the realm of Wekono. Expected to simply suffocate but suddenly the gunk that surrounded her instantly vanished. Jumped up from this spot to realize she was now in warm water, not poison, and to her surprise was no longer in those ruins. No sky could be seen, a dark mist covered the land with a gigantic tree the only thing to be seen for miles. Legs shifted through the water towards it to soon spot a hooded figure that looked somewhat similar to the shamans however she was surrounded by a dozen cobras. Upon stepping before the tree those snakes did not attack but watched with glaring, green eyes. “You follow my ways well without even knowing me, Oracle of the Abyss.” The hooded figure spoke at last, her face could not be seen yet her voice was distinct. She sounded quite old, a tad raspy yet mystical. “I don’t follow nor care about such ways, they merely intertwine with my actions, don’t mistake me for your blind faith mortal followers.” This new shaman could be right though Seris had done many things all across morality to where such a statement was probably only half-right at best. The oracle spoke without much respect for the one before her, to her if she did not know them then there was no point in giving an ounce of care to them even if such a person was important. However in this case Seris did know her but merely acted as if she did not. “That’s quite fine, I merely wanted to thank you for your acts of sorrow, so many have died to where humans call you by the city you destroyed. However they know more thanks to my followers, they have spread the seed of sorrow, the knowledge to those awake of what you did. By noon everyone will have known of the one from the Abyss, Seris.” Wekono laughed rather hysterically at that in a strained sort of way after saying all of that, after all the ways of human emotion were also just a game to her too, being the mother of sorrow and revenge after all. “I suppose it would occur sooner or later that all knew of my presence though I despise gawkers. Well might I leave then with directions of the world?” Seris bluntly asked of the snake mother however Wekono was willing to help regardless as the oracle paid enough price with all that she had done in the ways of sorrow. “The realm of mankind has changed since your time you’ll come to realize, journey northwest and you’ll find the heart of this conflict going on.” Mouth opened a bit in surprise from Seris that Wekono knew of where she was once from, no one knew of such an origin besides the elders of the Abyss. Wekono waved in a weak way, mostly only moving her hand from where it was before suddenly everything faded to black.

Just realized I have never posted the full image of this? Anyways…here she is :3

I desperately want to see more of Wekono but I bet all of my money (5$ and a piece of lint) that she is never going to be relevant or mentioned again outside of Mal’Damba’s bio

apologies on the quality, flash loves to do that so heres a choppy one down below

Ah yes, the mother instinct(tm). I feel as if even a sliver of bad goes wrong between Mal’damba and Fernando, she gives him some warnings that will question his own sanity sometimes. But don’t forget the shovel talks.