[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]the bar is full— but then again, it probably almost always is. a long low pool hall, the bar at the front a reef in a sea of smoke, its mirror a giant cloudy eye behind racks of bottles. the tables march in orderly ranks, just enough space around them for the players. older men with open collars and cigars, young whip-thin hungry men working on their shots, the cracks of good clean breaks and the serious murmurs as money changed hands all familiar and soothing. green glass shades hang from long chords, the electric bulbs over some tables blinking a little as the dampers wedded to the shades suppressed the nightly chill. a volley of laughter spills, and some look up from their places to witness a man fall out of his seat at the bar, a cold one still clenched in his fist.
and she is there, seated on one of the many stools lining the bar, casually puffing on a cigarette as her rosy hues dance, flicking to and fro, studying the phobias present as well as the lingering sanctuarians with barely disguised interest. this is the first gathering the phobias have ever had and on top of it, this is the first time she's held a meeting, period. if it was someone else, they might have crumbled under the weight of responsibility, or just barely shouldered it. this is not the case with mother, however. in fact, she is rather eager to start, prideful of her position in this family and the title she believes that she holds over all the others. she's a queen of sorts, perched on this hard seat with a cancer stick crunched between her teeth. she's queen of the phobias and perhaps that thought is a little self-obsessive, but mother doesn't believe so. when enough members spawn (both phobia and not) she inhales, sucking in one unhealthy dose of nicotine that promises to kiss her lungs, and then begins, "hello, darlings." she purrs as graying smoke gently fumes from her mouth, rich vocals accompanied with an ethereal softness that doesn't match the personality she fits nor the monster she harbors, "firstly, i'd like to thank betrayal for allowing us to hold our gatherings here on sanctuary land. his generosity and willingness is greatly appreciated, so be sure to give the leader a little love." even if he is merely an ordinary being, nothing less than a bug beneath her and any other phobias feet, her words are genuine. she's happy that he is allowing the family to meet here, and therefore she will play nice. for now, anyway.
mothernature has paused her words, briefly mulling over what to say next and what to say later, before starting again. "and thank you for coming tonight. none of you are aware of just how thankful i am to have you all here with me. its important that we stick together because we.. are fear. we strike it in the clans, the people, anyone who has emotion, anyone who can feel, for that matter. however, have any of you noticed our slippage in power? we're not very strong admittedly, not as strong as we should be and my, isnt that a problem? i believe our kind has been pushed back for too long, honestly. arachnophobia, atychiphobia, monophobia, merinthophobia.. all of these fears are known, but only as a general feeling, not as the individuals that they have become. people know of our names, but they don't actually know us." and that is incredibly irritating. she pauses again, letting these words sink, and then continues, voice sweet like honey, "its about time we changed that. as phobias, we need to be feared in order to survive. without fear, we are nothing and hence why this emotion is very important to us. as of now, there are no set plans as to what we'll do to get fear to go throughout the clans other than doing the usual; torture, capture, ect. but know this; our family will grow under my power, i promise you." and mother is deathly serious about this.
"we've set up a few events to celebrate our first official gathering, and said affairs include a PIERCING STATION being overlooked by yours truly, a GAME with the residence here that chronophobia has been kind enough to hold and.. not to mention that we're allowed to occupy this bar for as long as we wish. so drink up, stay awhile, play a game of pool or darts with your neighbors if you want. we have the whole night, loves-- lets make it one to remember." and with that, the felidae rises in her seat, spins herself toward the bartender, and offers him a little wink as she leans against the counter, grin sultry, "hey there, handsome. one mint julep, ice crushed." nothing to kick off the night like a drink, right?
[spoiler=A TINY PRAYER TO FATHER TIME / MAY 7TH][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]BASICS
— mothernature trepidatio / "hylophobia"
— feminine nonbinary, she/them
— hypersexual aromantic / divorced fathertime / sleeps around
— the sanctum
— mentally and physically ageless
— lanky cream spider-cat hybrid w 8 legs (4 hidden in pelt) & rosybrown eyes
TRAITS
— ENTP / RAVENCLAW / DAUNTLESS / CHOLERIC / CHAOTIC EVIL
— will sell y/c out to the devil for one corn chip
— lusts after freaking everything
— calculative, brutal, merciless
— plays herself off as a stupid bimbo so people let their guard down
INTERACTION
— attack in bold #4A5C4F
— always aims to kill / no mercy
— physically extreme / mentally extreme
— shapeshifting, earth elementals, ability to shrink/grow, super strength
OTHER
— representation of the fear of nature
— boss of the phobiafam
— believes she is some kind of god
— feeds off of other peoples life forces
— pm for plots / heartchart / biography