Maaro the Witchunter
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Just like all other Wak-ka, Maaro spent most of his life inside of the crown of Lignater, the Great Mother-Tree, which is almost entirely covering the surface of Girismo, the crescent-shaped continent.
One day, when Maaro and his wife were teaching their kids to fly, something terrible happened. He felt as if his body was filled with unnatural weight. He began to fall. He tried to flap his wings the same way he had been doing it for his whole life, but it caused little to no effect. Panic crawled in. Branches and bark of Lignater began to flash before his eyes. After countless attempts to gain height with rapid flaps, he finally tried to spread his wings wide to attempt gliding. With all his strength and through tears, caused by immense pain in his muscles and by air blasting into his face since he was gaining falling speed, he finally managed to catch a wind and stabilize himself, though he was still falling. After a minute, he finally hit the ground, badly hurting his ankles and knees, but still alive…
It was only after long two and a half hours, when he, hobbling through the unknown forest to the trunk of Lignater, stumbled across his weeping wife. He rushed to hug her, but she didn’t even notice, continuing to cry in his hold. Maaro didn’t need to ask to know that she, too, had lost their children in falling.
However, it was only a week later when they both learned that their offspring did not survive. Though Maaro’s wife was completely consumed by grief and guilt, Maaro himself became lit by the flames of revenge and hatred, for he had learnt who the guilty is. Witches. They are the ones who had been placing unholy runes under the Lignater’s branches, stealing the flying abilities of flying-by Wak-ka and then embedding them inside of broomsticks.
Maaro and a group of other Wak-ka who were deprived of their flight, gathered together to pledge their will, allegiance and emotions to the Forbidden God of Hatred and Rage. They would become the Witchunters, the feared embodiments of fury and destruction who have come onto the land of Girismo with one task: to kill witches and return broomsticks to the Mother-Tree.
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Art and story by PTFoxxo
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Just like all other Wak-ka, Maaro spent most of his life inside of the crown of Lignater, the Great Mother-Tree, which is almost entirely covering the surface of Girismo, the crescent-shaped continent.
One day, when Maaro and his wife were teaching their kids to fly, something terrible happened. He felt as if his body was filled with unnatural weight. He began to fall. He tried to flap his wings the same way he had been doing it for his whole life, but it caused little to no effect. Panic crawled in. Branches and bark of Lignater began to flash before his eyes. After countless attempts to gain height with rapid flaps, he finally tried to spread his wings wide to attempt gliding. With all his strength and through tears, caused by immense pain in his muscles and by air blasting into his face since he was gaining falling speed, he finally managed to catch a wind and stabilize himself, though he was still falling. After a minute, he finally hit the ground, badly hurting his ankles and knees, but still alive…
It was only after long two and a half hours, when he, hobbling through the unknown forest to the trunk of Lignater, stumbled across his weeping wife. He rushed to hug her, but she didn’t even notice, continuing to cry in his hold. Maaro didn’t need to ask to know that she, too, had lost their children in falling.
However, it was only a week later when they both learned that their offspring did not survive. Though Maaro’s wife was completely consumed by grief and guilt, Maaro himself became lit by the flames of revenge and hatred, for he had learnt who the guilty is. Witches. They are the ones who had been placing unholy runes under the Lignater’s branches, stealing the flying abilities of flying-by Wak-ka and then embedding them inside of broomsticks.
Maaro and a group of other Wak-ka who were deprived of their flight, gathered together to pledge their will, allegiance and emotions to the Forbidden God of Hatred and Rage. They would become the Witchunters, the feared embodiments of fury and destruction who have come onto the land of Girismo with one task: to kill witches and return broomsticks to the Mother-Tree.
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Art and story by PTFoxxo
6 years ago
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