Corvina Mournhollow
the Crescent Countess
Named for the crow that nests in hollowed trees and the lunar phase that turns silver to rust under a bloodless sky.
Power
You can pull the moon's reflection from any still water and drink it; for one night you see every lie that has ever been told within a mile, but the truth you find will leave a taste like copper and old bone.
- Familiar
- A piebald vulture named Requiem
- Bloodline
- House Mourn-Crescent
It happened on an ordinary Tuesday, during the third course of a dinner you barely remember. You excused yourself to the garden, touched the frost on a rose, and felt your own pulse stop — not with pain, but with the quiet click of a lock turning. You have been hollow ever since, yet more full than you ever were before.