| quote = We call upon the Mare, who exterminates our foes by dominates / who exsanguinates / who lurks the hand of Man...Wood| origin = NowhereFrom-Blood| titles = Assassin-QueenCrownslayer, Arrow-MareArrowsong, Hunter-'s Moon

*Mabel, The Fox Starspeech {{Aspect|Lantern}} {{Aspect|Knock}}

*DonovanValerius, The Warlord Scourge Promised {{Aspect|Edge}} {{Aspect|KnockForge}} *VladimirTristan, The Flagellant Saint Missing {{Aspect|Grail}} {{Aspect|MothWinter}} *TanataJustine, The Vigilante Saturnian {{Aspect|Edge}} {{Aspect|Winter}}

| owners = [[user:Nephilim|Иephilim]]

 The '''Mare-Night''' (Also revered as The '''Assassin-Queen''', The '''Arrow-Mare''' and The '''Hunter-Moon'''), is a an Edge - Moth - Winter Hour created by Nephilim. The Mare presides over acts of slaughter and violence by the hand of Man and Beast- The beautiful, timeless act of '''murder'''. An artificial form of ending. She is considered a patron of assassins, hunters, and mercenaries and serial killers. She is also known for being an extremely to be kind and loving soul to other Hours, in an odd contrast to her themeyet merciless. 

*Her tail is usually a centipede, which sometimes holds a mind of its own and blends into her back as a set of ridges and spikes. Occasionally, it shows as either a regular horse tail, a short, brushed show-horse tail or a long, swirly unicorn tail with fur all over the underside.

The Mare is, as previously mentioned, an incarnation of murder born of Nowhere from the crimes of Man. Despite her (usually) friendly and bubbly approachable personality, she is still an extremely violent Hour of delightful sacrifice, appeased by violence and death of the innocent.

She is the Hour of '''Murder, Hunting and Unexpected Endings'''. She is also, by extension, unofficially treated as an Hour of war.

The new cultists aren't told much, and usually see her as an one-dimensional, bloodthirsty deity, but that is not the case- Most higher-ups will argue that, anyway, while wearing the cozy scarves She knitted for them in their time of ascensionas they have likely seen her friendlier side since they have proven themselves. They prefer to see her as a kind and loving (yet strict and occasionally irrational), guardian.

Due to their secretive nature, there might be anywhere from 3 to 100 standing cults of the Mare, but only somebody initiated in those circles and sufficiently high-ranking could tell you the exact number. (and that information most certainly has a steep price.) But for now, there are two three major "Semi-open" groups that relatively plenty of men and women who know of the Secret Arts know about:

*1:Society Of The Blessed Arrows: {{Aspect|Moth}} A small group of forest cultists who subsist on what the chaos of nature grants them every day,and do some shady business on the side..They generally refer to the Mare as an "It", and see her as an animal.

*23:The Nightmare Company Kelpie's Mane Society {{Aspect|Edge}} A secretive squad which has aided massive society spanning many politically motivated murderers linked cults (and Long), with their original HQ in Ireland. The true extent of their influence is not known, but it is said that they hold, at least, the pastnear-entirety of the British Isles. They are thought In contrast to be gonemost smaller Mare-Cults, the Kelpie's Mane is mostly integrated by artists, nobles and they the rich. They are not- Theyconsidered rebels among the Mare're just known s worshippers due to their decision to have someremain integrated in society even after their "transformation" has taken hold... Unusual demands for their deeds nowadaysThey generally refer to the Mare as a "She".

# '''Temptation: The Hunt''': I have 've seen something, walking the signs Wood. A silhouette through my dreamsthe trees. DaggersI heard the howls of those which lurk in the shadows, beasts, horses and dark alleyways.the final screams of those less fortunate than I. I know there's something there for me.# '''Dedication: The Hunt''': She has acknowledged me as one of her own! I must get readyMost humans would refuse, for i don't know what will comeyet the beast within desires.# '''Ascension: The WalkPredator''': The forest beyond is cold and unforgiving. But she has hidden something here for me- Yet i First I must take it without her eyes on me. If i faillearn to walk unseen, her claws will be upon meas a tiger stalks in the undergrowth. I must learn the art of Stealthcan't help but notice how my skin hardly fits me anymore.# '''Ascension: The CallPredator''': The Mare demands I hear her calls for sacrifice. She demands as i do the blood and flesh cries of what - a newborn or who - i love the mostfootsteps of a stranger. And i must not shed a single tear in the processThey're irresistible. I must learn the art of Slaughteram growing restless.# '''Ascension: The ThirstPredator''': The heartbeats Every passing day i feel more and more like a wild animal. I wander in the depths of the night, patrolling this corner of wonderful prey sing to my heightened sensesthe world that is mine. I cannot go smile in public anymore. Not with these hands, Not with these eyes. I must learn the art of Self-Restraint.# '''Ascension: The Predator''': The mirror fears my silhouette. The dark corners of the city whisper my name in hushed tones with trembling lips. She looks I've come to me with hope, and a beastly smile. Now, know i cannot live among people anymore - But i must learn no longer desire the art company of Sewing- her last, most innocent gift to me. Soon, we ride into the sunsetmy prey.

The Mare uses her servants as personal bodyguards, and agents. Assassin-Queen as she is, most Most of her deeds aren't done by herhand. All but one (which is W.I.P.) are her most prized men, ones who excel at the arts of breaking bodies and minds. And yet, she babies them and knits them scarves...===== Names ====='''1: Donovan, The Warlord''' - An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. A cunning strategist who seeds discord and conflict among his targets, selectively antagonizing and seducing the men and women he needs to his cause, and witnesses it evolve into large-scale murderplotting as he simply stands there and takes his pay with not a stain of blood in his uniform. {{Aspect|Edge|12}} {{Aspect|Knock|9}}

He is described as a handsome young man=== Names ======= Valerius, with black hair and hazel eyes, dressed in bronze armour with boneScourge Promised ====<div style="text-like patterns. Sometimes he rides a horse, a massive armored black hellalign: center; margin-mare with a flaming mane that blows smoke out of its nose.bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription|image = |title = Valerius |description = 'Challenge me!'|aspect0 = Follower|aspect1 = Summoned|aspect2 = Tutor|aspect3 = Devourer|quantity3 = 12|aspect4 = Edge|quantity4 = 12|aspect5 = Forge|quantity5 = 12|fansus = 3}}</div>

<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription|verb = Work|title = Summon a wrathful Name of the Hunter'''2:Tanata, s Moon|start_description = The Vigilante''' Scourge Promised is a double- An once-mortaledged sword to summon, but if i want to run the risk, now under i could call him to me with the servitude promise of the Marea challenge, and a little reminder of his master... A justiciera who commits to dark deeds in silence in |description = The Champion before me stands tall, with the dead body of night, when a man and the Hunterhead of a war-Moon shines brightesthorse. She takes only during times of necessityHe could tear me apart, with ease, if he desired. Her own necessity applies just as well in this case, of courseThe armored steed under him stares at me with a distant gaze. {{Aspect|aspect0 = Ritual|aspect1 = Moth|quantity1 = 5|aspect2 = Edge|quantity2 = 10|7}} {{Aspectaspect3 = Knock|Winterquantity3 = 2|12fansus = 3}}</div>

She is described as a skinny==== Justine, Saturnian ====<div style="text-toalign: center; margin-the-bone woman, bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription|image = |title = Justine|description = 'I have no older than 30, flat-chested, dressed in a Flamenco dancer's red dress. She wears long red gloves up to her shoulders, covering her claws, and her midnight-black hair is tied into a bun. She is blind, but the Mare has granted her other ways words to seesay. She rides on a pale horseI hope you do, whose back legs and head are skeletaltoo.'|aspect0 = Follower|aspect1 = Summoned|aspect2 = Tutor|aspect3 = Deceiver|quantity3 = 12|aspect4 = Edge|quantity4 = 12|aspect5 = Winter|quantity5 = 12|fansus = 3}}</div>

'''3<div style="margin-top:Alastor, The Blight20px; text-Father''' - An once-mortal, now under the servitude align: center">{{RecipeDescription|verb = Work|title = Summon a chilling Name of the Mare. An elegant-Night|start_description = The Saturnian is not a Name who answers, cleveroften, scientific nobleman with an unusual knowledge to calls. But perhaps the offer of the venomousa quiet atmosphere and a good story might lure her out of hiding, the bizarrefor a time.|description = When Justine speaks, all fall silent. Her hair is white as the unnatural first snow. Her halo is like a hundred crystal-shard rings in all tones of beige and the incomprehensibleblue. Take no sip of any teas he offers youThe pale unicorn she rides cries in ice and sky, or you may find yourself awake in an alleyway with a searing fever and only rags for clothingI fear the day she smiles at me once more. {{Aspect|aspect0 = Ritual|aspect1 = SH|quantity1 = 5|aspect2 = Winter|quantity2 = 10|aspect3 = Knock|12quantity3 = 2|fansus = 3}} </div>==== Alastor, The Blight-Father ==== <div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{AspectElementDescription|image = |title = Alastor|description = 'Now, we choose who lives, and who dies.'|aspect0 = Follower|aspect1 = Summoned|aspect2 = Tutor|aspect3 = Deceiver|quantity3 = 12|aspect4 = Winter|quantity4 = 12|aspect5 = Knock|quantity5 = 12|9fansus = 3}}</div>

Alastor <div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription|verb = Work|title = Summon a scientific Name of the Crownslayer|start_description = It is described as being rare for a tall boy Champion of the Mare-Night to maintain this amount of humanity. A chilly atmosphere and some good wine should convince him to spend some time with short, blonde hair and light blue eyesus. |description = The Blight-Father adjusts his bird mask, who wears heavy makeup and jewelry. He is usually seen dressed as running a plague doctor, with syringes hand over each the reeds of his fingers on his gloves. He rides on a weak, green-furred the kelpie with mushrooms growing all over itbelow him, and its whose skull , exposed by rot, is covered with colourful mushrooms. I know better than to drink with him, as i could wake in an alley with a searing fever and rags for clothing.|aspect0 = Ritual|aspect1 = Grail|quantity1 = 5|aspect2 = Winter|quantity2 = 10|aspect3 = Knock|quantity3 = 2|fansus = 3}}</div>

'''4:Vladimir==== Tristan, The Flagellant''' Saint Missing ====<div style="text- An oncealign: center; margin-mortalbottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription|image = |title = St. Tristan|description = 'Oh, now under so kind to let me see the servitude of the Mareworld again! But please, bring something for my master next time. A particularly sadistic executioner of She doesn't like me leaving the old timesWood, with a particular penchant for cannibalism and starvationoh no. Deeply religious, he would starve heretics by feeding them only their own flesh and blood- And would feast on his own skin when he dared to stray from his path. Inquestionably insane, questionably effective. But the Mare holds his leash with pride anywayToo many casualties. {{Aspect'|aspect0 = Follower|aspect1 = Summoned|aspect2 = Tutor|aspect3 = Devourer|quantity3 = 12|aspect4 = Winter|quantity4 = 12|aspect5 = Grail|quantity5 = 12}} {{Aspect|Moth|7fansus = 3}} He is described as a very pale, famished, almost-white young man with an empty amber stare of madness, covered in self-inflicted scars. There's not a hair on his body aside from his eyebrows and hair (which is long, straight and red). He has remarkably long fangs. He rides on a freakishly tall, famished Arabian stallion, whose bones can be seen through the skin. Its hair is white and patchy, and its eyes share the same maddening empty stare of its rider.</div>

'''5<div style="margin-top:Mabel, The Fox''' 20px; text- An once-mortal, now under the servitude align: center">{{RecipeDescription|verb = Work|title = Summon a strange Name of the Mare. A so-called "Assassin" Arrowsong|start_description = The Saint Missing is an unhappy soul, who has never had is always eager to kill a soulsee the real world again. Instead, her silver tongue conquers But it would be foolish to invite the mind of all those who stand ghoul in her waywithout a sacrifice to sate him, and find no more appealing choice than frost to follow her into enlightenment, vanishing, "dead" into her servitudebind him. Those who fall into her traps are never heard |description = Saint Tristan looks down from againhis fragile steed, surrendering their lives as cultistsmessing with a brass ring on a bony finger. The horse repeats its rider's maddening stare. Of courseEverything is wrong, she could shatter your psyche if she wantedand it will never be right. She just prefers to have you in on her causeMy mind is starving. {{Aspect|aspect0 = Ritual|aspect1 = Grail|quantity1 = 5|aspect2 = Lantern|12}} {{Aspectquantity2 = 10|aspect3 = Knock|quantity3 = 2|9fansus = 3}}</div>

She is described as ==== Mabel, The Starspeech ====  <div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription|image = |title = Mabel|description = 'I've conquered hundreds like you... Do you want to be next?'|aspect0 = Follower|aspect1 = Summoned|aspect2 = Tutor|aspect3 = Deceiver|quantity3 = 12|aspect4 = Lantern|quantity4 = 12|aspect5 = Knock|quantity5 = 12|fansus = 3}}</div> <div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription|verb = Work|title = Summon a mysterious Half-Name-Emanation of the Mare-Night|start_description = Not quite a strikingly beautiful pale young womanperson, not quite a Name. The Starspeech's mind-breaking charms could be attracted to me with shortthe right amount of enlightenment, and some promise of pleasures...|description = Mabel needs no words to exert her influence. Only a confident smile. She pushes a curly black-grey ombre "dyed" hair bang away from her eye and piercing yellow eyesposes for me. She always dresses exclusively in shades of greyThe white qilin with her looks at me with curiosity. Some say they have seen For a second, i thought i caught a glimpse of a bushy tail under her pencil-skirt. She rides on a white qilin with cloven hooves and gemstone-scales, adorned with exotic feathers on its bridle and many banners embroidered with symbols of the Mare.|aspect0 = Ritual|aspect1 = Grail|quantity1 = 5|aspect2 = Lantern|quantity2 = 10|aspect3 = Knock|quantity3 = 2|fansus = 3}}</div>

'''''This is Do you really trust a murder case. The Mare is the incarnation goddess of murder itself. Trusting her testimony is nothing short of foolish. Besides that, why does she never show her face? And how can the embodiment of such in a vile and primal act be so pleasant and patientcrime scene?'''''