The perfect manifestation of a silent phantom from a wordless nightmare, Morta is lean and imposing. Her lack of width is made up for in her impressive height, and while she is blanketed almost entirely in a deep gunmetal grey, she does possess a small collection of oddities:

The entirety of her mule-eared skull is dipped in a near-vanta black that ends hastily in the space above her chest; it's within this black that Morta's golden eyes rest, severe and uncomfortably observant. And between those two halcyon eyes, pressed into the very center of her flat forehead, lies a vertical almond-shaped gemstone. It flashes a deep crimson, and within its center rests a darker pocket that gives the entire gemstone the illusion of being an eye.

Morta's left hind leg matches her head in the way it is dipped in inky blackness. It ends at her slim hip just as abruptly as it does at her chest, wrapping softly around her hindquarters. No gemstone adorns this obsidian leg, though a luminous gilded hoof connects her to the ground here; the other three are black.

And upon her dock grows a unique obsidian tail ─ it fans out in much the same way a bird can expand its flight feathers, the length of it ending just near her knees. From the two outermost feathers grow thin leonine tails that meet their end in excess of a meter behind her frame with the introduction of two peacock-like feathers. Within these two feathers rest the same design that can be found on her forehead: a crimson eye.

Secretive ─ Vain ─ Taciturn

Morta prefers to be an onlooker. She will never rally armies, gather constituents, or advocate for teamwork. Instead, she favors her space on the outskirts, where she can quietly observe and assess. She has no desire to influence politics or the lives of others. She has no real interest in creating lasting relationships, rather, she enjoys watching the decisions of those around her unfurling and remains nearby to witness the consequences.

The obsidian woman believes deeply in Fate. She is unbothered by decisions or circumstances that may present themselves as negative, because she is concrete in her ideals: they are all on the course they were meant to be, the course they were dealt. And so, neither an optimist nor a pessimist, the quiet woman enjoys her silent observations of society and makes a game of it: can she guess when they will meet their end? Or does Fate have a surprise tucked away?

Observant ─ Artful ─ Intelligent

There was a time that she was one of Them ─ the deciders, the grantors of circumstance and destiny, the creators of predetermined course. And despite the years between those days and these, tendrils of that reality have followed her since.

She still dreams of her loom and the magic yarn she'd spun.

Morta's herstory encompasses countless forms, both tangible and not. She has existed places that she can no longer remember and others that no longer exist. There is only one constant that has weaved its way into the tapestry of her lifetimes: the Fates of others have always called to her. Though she no longer assists in the artful creation of those timelines, she is still drawn to them. The act of observing, of keeping her own hands clean from the mess, continues to draw her interest.

And so the act of appearing upon a new plane, existing in a new form, is no surprise to the former Creator. Instead, she comes to observe the work of Fate, and finds that she is particularly excited to do so.

Death Inducement

The former Fate's abilities have traveled with her to this existence, though in a much more compact manner.

She cannot decide when one has reached the end of their life, only help to facilitate it. Via touch, Morta can slowly bleed the life from any living thing within her reach. Much like the shears she had utilized as a Fate, this power is severed when the point of contact is removed.

Currently, Morta is weak. Her sorcery can only be used on plants and small creatures; she dreams of strengthening this power, of grasping the ability to terminate the lives of those whose journeys Fate has deemed complete. But for now, the effects of her sorcery display themselves in other equine only by weakening their muscles and causing delirium, as if feverish to the point of hallucination.

Overuse causes fatigue, and potentially death ─ and the more she uses this sorcery on other equines, the closer Morta comes to her own death, shortening her life little moments at a time.