Mazza Mirri

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Name: Mazzi Mirri

Goddess of: Winter

Under: Tempest

Upload Date: May 14th, 2020

Gender: Female

Parents: N/A (Adopted by Maia)

Cubs: None (Good luck Suitors)

Abilities: Channels the cold and winter storms. When her time comes winter grasps the lands.

Personality: Cold, yet not uncaring, very calculating. She embodies the cold logic of winter and has taken it upon herself to take up guardianship of the coldest region in Arilyan. The north. It is rumored that even her fur is cold. A single look can Pierce the soul of a gran. She has no real tolerance for humans. The tribes in her domain find winter to be especially tough for them. (-30C to -40C) However she is a child of Maia and loves her granthrows. She will dazzle them all in the beauty of true winter with snow squalls... Ice formations and overall, generally make winter… A little easier for those who have her favor. Shamans say her words of wisdom are.. winter gives and winter takes. All is balance.

History: When Mazzi first came to be she was born a sickly thrax. As with all things She was abandoned by her parents as being too weak. It was nothing personal by them. They had other cubs to care for. When she was abandoned in the north. All she could remember was that she was… so cold. When she awoke she was covered in frost. Everything was stiff. What she did notice was… she didn’t feel sick anymore. She felt whole! Mazzi immediately got up on all fours and pranced around so happy that for a moment she wasn’t sick. That was until she fell through the tree… That wasn’t supposed to happen. She gently shifts her paw through the tree again… and watches as her immaterial paw passes through the tree… “I ‘am dead…?” She whispers… Feeling very alone. Tears stream down her immaterial muzzle and small flakes of snow touch the ground.The next thing she realizes is that she is in the warm embrace of Maia. “You are no longer of the living child. You have died.. Alone and forgotten, you got a quiet death.” She was sad… She didn’t know love from her parents, she did not know warmth.. She was... Cold. Maia hugged the poor forgotten cub. “These things happen little one. There is no rhyme nor reason… Somethings just are.” The great elder goddess looked into the cub’s eyes. “I have a very special job for you. Even though you have passed… I want help you become more. ““The cub looked at Maia. “What… what kind of job?” Maia smiled warmly. “A task I feel you were always destined to do. You were born late in winter… Winter has also taken you into her embrace. I shall bestow upon you winter’s mantle. You are now a guardian of the north where your short life both began… and ended. I task you with the solemn duty. Protect my creations, my children in the north. Do not coddle nor are you to be cruel. You are the beginning and ending of life in winter. You will ferry those souls to your siblings for passage. You are the necessary balance to summer. Take care of my creations who chose to dwell in the cold. Show them that winter is not only deadly… but beautiful as well” Mazzi thought for a long time… Here was the eldest of the gods meeting her soul as she passed to the happy hunting grounds. She even knew where her parents where though she bore them no ill will. “What do I need to do?” Maia smiled. “Just do what all other mothers should do. Take care of my children.” With that Maia touched the nose of Mazza and in a flash… Pain. Mazza made a sharp intake of breath. He poor frozen body breathing for the first time in hours. Things were different now though… Mazza could feel it. She closed her paws and she could feel the frost snapping like ice when she moved it. She stretched out her wings to which she realized they had been replaced by feathered wings.Something so rare that its not even written thrax lore. She also realizes that in a span of minutes she had grown quite a bit. She never felt cold but she was cold. Every time she moved it seemed like both snow and frost fell from her coat. Almost like a miniature snowstorm. Here every movement sounded like the slow grind of glaciers in the warm sun.  Mazzi bowed to the sky. “Thank you, Maia.” She whispers. “I’ll… Do my best.” She didn’t feel the warmth of emotions to much anymore... Her mindscape being replaced with cold logic. However, that didn’t mean that she didn’t feel. Before she sought out her northern… guardianship. She found her mother lying with a second cub. Her sibling… in another life. She didn’t say anything as she approached the mother and her cub. She touched her nose to her mother’s. Her first blessing. “I forgive you…” was all that she said before taking flight. Both mother and cub stop shivering and a frozen tear falls from the mother's muzzle.

Random Facts: Mazza was the first god to be put on official lines by Bee

Traits: Ears: L Tail: L Fangs: R  Size: E Eyes: L

Mutations: N/A

God Trait: Feathered Wings