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| 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}}

 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.

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... 

|aspect5 = MothForge

|title = Summon a wrathful Name of the Mare-NightHunter's Moon

|description = The Champion before me stands tall, with the body of a man and the head of a war-horse. He could tear me apart, with ease, if he desired. The armored steed under him stares at me with a distant gaze.

[HEAVY WIP] ==== Justine, Saturnian ===='''2<div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom:Tanata, The Vigilante20px;">{{ElementDescription|image = |title = Justine|description = ''' - An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. A justiciera who commits I have no words to dark deeds in silence in the dead of night, when the Hunter-Moon shines brightestsay. She takes only during times of necessity. Her own necessity applies just as well in this caseI hope you do, of coursetoo. {{Aspect'|aspect0 = Follower|aspect1 = Summoned|aspect2 = Tutor|aspect3 = Deceiver|quantity3 = 12|aspect4 = Edge|7}} {{Aspectquantity4 = 12|aspect5 = Winter|quantity5 = 12|fansus = 3}}</div>

She is described as a skinny<div style="margin-totop: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription|verb = Work|title = Summon a chilling Name of theMare-bone womanNight|start_description = The Saturnian is not a Name who answers, no older than 30often, flat-chestedto calls. But perhaps the offer of a quiet atmosphere and a good story might lure her out of hiding, dressed in for a Flamenco dancer's red dresstime. She wears long red gloves up to her shoulders|description = When Justine speaks, covering her claws, and her midnight-black all fall silent. Her hair is tied into white as the first snow. Her halo is like a bunhundred crystal-shard rings in all tones of beige and blue. She is blindThe pale unicorn she rides cries in ice and sky, but and I fear the Mare has granted her other ways to seeday she smiles at me once more. She rides on a pale horse|aspect0 = Ritual|aspect1 = SH|quantity1 = 5|aspect2 = Winter|quantity2 = 10|aspect3 = Knock|quantity3 = 2|fansus = 3}}</div>==== Alastor, The Blight-Father ==== <div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription|image = |title = Alastor|description = 'Now, we choose who lives, whose back legs and head are skeletalwho dies.'|aspect0 = Follower|aspect1 = Summoned|aspect2 = Tutor|aspect3 = Deceiver|quantity3 = 12|aspect4 = Winter|quantity4 = 12|aspect5 = Knock|quantity5 = 12|fansus = 3}}</div>

'''3<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align:Alastor, center">{{RecipeDescription|verb = Work|title = Summon a scientific Name of the Crownslayer|start_description = It is rare for a 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 us. |description = The Blight-Father''' - An once-mortaladjusts his bird mask, now under running a hand over the servitude reeds of the Mare. An elegantkelpie below him, whose skull, cleverexposed by rot, scientific nobleman is covered with an unusual knowledge of the venomous, the bizarre, the unnatural and the incomprehensiblecolourful mushrooms. Take no sip of any teas he offers youI know better than to drink with him, or you may find yourself awake as i could wake in an alleyway alley with a searing fever and only rags for clothing. {{Aspect|aspect0 = Ritual|Knockaspect1 = Grail|12}} {{Aspectquantity1 = 5|aspect2 = Winter|quantity2 = 10|9aspect3 = Knock|quantity3 = 2|fansus = 3}}</div>

Alastor ==== Tristan, The Saint Missing ====<div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription|image = |title = St. Tristan|description = 'Oh, so kind to let me see the world again! But please, bring something for my master next time. She doesn't like me leaving the Wood, oh no... Too many casualties.'|aspect0 = Follower|aspect1 = Summoned|aspect2 = Tutor|aspect3 = Devourer|quantity3 = 12|aspect4 = Winter|quantity4 = 12|aspect5 = Grail|quantity5 = 12|fansus = 3}}</div> <div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription|verb = Work|title = Summon a strange Name of the Arrowsong|start_description = The Saint Missing is described as being an unhappy soul, who is always eager to see the real world again. But it would be foolish to invite the ghoul in without a tall boy with short, blonde hair and light blue eyessacrifice to sate him, who wears heavy makeup and jewelryfrost to bind him. He is usually seen dressed as a plague doctor|description = Saint Tristan looks down from his fragile steed, messing with syringes over each of his fingers a brass ring on his glovesa bony finger. The horse repeats its rider's maddening stare. He rides on a weakEverything is wrong, green-furred kelpie with mushrooms growing all over and it, and its skull exposed by rotwill never be right. My mind is starving.|aspect0 = Ritual|aspect1 = Grail|quantity1 = 5|aspect2 = Lantern|quantity2 = 10|aspect3 = Knock|quantity3 = 2|fansus = 3}}</div>

'''4:Vladimir==== Mabel, The Flagellant''' - An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. A particularly sadistic executioner of the old times, with a particular penchant for cannibalism and starvation. 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 anyway. {{Aspect|Grail|12}} {{Aspect|Moth|7}}Starspeech 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.====

'''5<div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom:20px;">{{ElementDescription|image = |title = Mabel, The Fox|description = 'I'' - An once-mortal, now under the servitude of the Mare. A so-called "Assassin" who has never had to kill a soul. Instead, her silver tongue conquers the mind of all those who stand in her way, and find no more appealing choice than to follow her into enlightenment, vanishing, "dead" into her servitudeve conquered hundreds like you. Those who fall into her traps are never heard from again, surrendering their lives as cultists. Of course, she could shatter your psyche if she wanted. She just prefers Do you want to have you in on her cause. {{Aspectbe next?'|aspect0 = Follower|aspect1 = Summoned|aspect2 = Tutor|aspect3 = Deceiver|quantity3 = 12|aspect4 = Lantern|quantity4 = 12}} {{Aspect|aspect5 = Knock|quantity5 = 12|9fansus = 3}}</div>

She is described as <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?'''''