Katondabi
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Name: Katondabi
Meaning: African God of Help, Judgment, Aid When the Odds Are Against You, Control Over Spirits, Divination, Oracles.
ID: EU089F
Gender: Female
Rank: Director
Breed: Patchwork [Avian/Feline]
Type: Mix [Annahilation/Sin]
Mutations: Unretractable Claws, Shoulder Spikes.
Accessories: Her dominant sin is Greed.
The Hag
Once, when I was very young, an old crone spoke to me. She called herself wise.
Her pelt was straggly, more grease than fur. Fleas feasted on her blood; they jumped off of her in clouds whenever her dull, stained claws raked through the dirty mess. She lived in an alley behind the local prison, sleeping in the dumpster because it was warm inside. The smell followed her like a fog, almost a tangible force; and creatures unconsciously parted to allow her a wide berth whenever she passed their way. Her voice quaked and cracked whenever she spoke, and almost never raised above a whisper. But it called to me one night, as I was grooming my handome coat outside of the Theatre. "Katondabi." It said; my full name. I never did find out how she had learnt it. "Why do you preen, like that?"
I looked up, but decided to humor her. "Because I am beautiful, but I wish to become more beautiful. So I groom." A smirk flitted across my face at her foolishness. "Why do you ask, old hag? Do you wish to follow my example?"
She ignored my comment. This irritated me, and I let it show, my eyes glinting, my talons extending to their fullest length. Still she paid me no heed. "You are young, and foolish. You believe that you are important."
I laughed with scorn. "Of course I am important! You could never understand, worthless as you are. Begone."
She simply looked at me, sadly. "The world is large. You are but a speck upon it...one among millions. And yet you seek recognition..."
I grinned, then, amused. "Of course. I may be a speck, but I am certainly the best speck. Someday, they will all know that."
The old crone shook her head, turning away. Without another word, she shuffled off into the night, tears glinting as they cut trails down her dirt-flecked cheeks, and never came to me again.
And to think, she called herself wise...
Written By Rei
Murdon Legacy
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