MYO-6026: Wysteria
Lady Mori
motherly · gentle · loving · doleful
If you seek a friend, a mother, or someone to shield you from harm, Lady M is the one you need.
In silence, she waits beneath the moon,
Her heart a hollow, endless tune.
A mother’s love, once fierce and bright,
Now lingers in the pale moonlight.
Her arms still ache, an empty space,
Where warmth once lived, a gentle grace.
She whispers soft through tearful breath,
A yearning buried deep in death.
The cradle rocks with no soft cry,
Her dreams reach out to touch the sky.
If only she could hold him near,
Feel the warmth she once held dear.
❤Likes
- Nurturing those around her
- Showering others with affection and gifts
- The color red
- Elegant lingerie
- Leaving traces of black lipstick
- The rain, the moon and stars
🛇Dislikes
- Dark blue eyes
- Unhealthy and toxic relationships
- Only being dressed in all white
- Losing control (when she lacks confidence in the person)
- Pricking her fingers while sewing
- Sleeping by herself
✎Design Notes
Her face, aside from her black lips, can't be well seen behind her veil. Her hair is white and her eyes are ruby red, with white eyelashes.
Her ears are tied together (sees "double puff" in the ears category of design guide, but tied together, so a mix with "tied back"), each ties hidden under her flowers.
She's often wearing elegant and widow-ish clothes, hence her veil. She ties a silver colored silk around her hat to secure her hat with her horns.
For anything/any questions, feel free to ask!.
★Trivia
- Her flowers, once blossoming, were meant to be white. They turned red after her loss. The left ones (white) are fake flowers.
- She's still hoping for the day she might find her baby again.
- She is very well aware of what happened to her past husband. She's not looking like it, but she ain't no saint.
- She's not looking for a new lover, or lover(s), but she'd like to truly experience love one day.
Relationships
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Story
The Beginning
There was once a pure all white Succubun, bound by an arranged marriage to an entirely all black Succubun. To outsiders, their union appeared harmonious, but behind closed doors, they barely exchanged words. She, in particular, was quiet and deeply reserved, rarely speaking at all.
She never showed affection until their first shared Matentines, when she gave birth to a single bun, its fur a perfect blend of snow and charcoal. Though her love for her husband seemed nonexistent, the tiny life growing inside her awakened something deep within— a warmth she had never felt before. Throughout her pregnancy, she experienced true happiness, often smiling and gently cradling her belly, even in her bun form.
Losing Hope
When the time came to give birth, everything became a blur. The only thing she remembered was waking up in a cold, sterile room, her belly noticeably smaller than before. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her skin even paler than usual, and her ruby eyes frantically scanned the room. Spotting her husband, she immediately asked where her baby was.
His answer was cold and final— it was gone. And now, he told her, she could finally focus on him after all this time.
Smile of Freedom
Years passed in a fruitless search for what had long been lost, until she finally abandoned all hope of ever finding her kit again. Yet, amidst the whispers of her tragedy, few ever questioned the fate of her husband— the man who vanished one night and never returned.
Rumors swirled. Some believed he had run off with a mistress, while others suspected foul play. But no one knew the truth. All they could offer was pity and sorrow for the grieving widow, never daring to ask what really happened.
But what they saw was a smile— a rare sight after years spent mourning, lost in the darkness of her own world.
Rather than dwell in sorrow, she devoted herself to others, caring for those who had no one else. She became whatever they needed—a friend, a mother, a guiding presence in their lives.
On the other side, she dedicated herself to a purpose far beyond mere kindness. She hunted those who inflicted pain, those who stole, those who thrived on the suffering of others. To some, she was a savior, offering refuge to lost souls seeking vengeance. To a few others, she was nothing more than the leader of a family of criminals. A crimson reaper.
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