- Daughter of Decay (Hunter)
- Bountiful (Berthier 1892)
- First Fruits (Hunting Bow)
- The Scion (Knuckle Knife)
Daughter of Decay
As a child, Maeve Flynn buried her family, and from their rotten flesh grew the crops that allowed her to grow vigorous and sturdy. Honoring their sacrifice, she vowed to appease the corrupted soil with blood, be it her enemies’ or her own.
Bountiful
Maeve Flynn was resigned to die amidst the carnage she wrought until Nika Felis presented her with a different path. This Berthier Mle 1892 was gifted to mark her initiation into the Hunt, and from fortune to purpose, it has provided Maeve with plenty.
First Fruits
The first fruits of the harvest taste different, dripping with anticipation and promise. The day Maeve Flynn shot her first deer with this bow, her uncles said she was a natural. Now, whenever her arrow fails to land, she prays her flesh doesn’t taste like disappointment.
The Scion
From the bones of the animals and the trees, Maeve Flynn carved herself claws. Each makeshift knuckle knife buried in the hearts of the rotten is an offering to the earth.
Maeve Flynn was born alongside the first fruits of a plentiful harvest that let her family feast and rejoice for many days and nights. But in the coming years, their land grew ill, and soon they all followed. Siblings and cousins, aunts and uncles: Maeve helped her mother give them all back to the earth, burying them with their favorite possessions in hand. When Maeve buried her mother, there were no treasures left to harvest, so she placed dried seeds on her cold fingers and prayed they brought her mother bounty in a world beyond.
Harvest season came again, and from the decaying flesh of her kin, the crops grew fuller and richer than ever before. A ravenous Maeve fed and gorged, and when her gaunt body could take no more, she shared it with the birds, the rabbits, and the deer.
Maeve kept to herself, and it would be many years before she met another person. When she did, they were people no longer. Disgusted by the greed of the rotting who refused to give back what was no longer theirs, she turned her tools into weapons and left her home behind. Following the scent of death to the Bayou, she readied herself for a different kind of harvest.
