As you wander through the swamp you hear commotion from all corners. Cries of surprise surround you as kin find themselves in various different situations. A few cries of horror if you listen really closely, but who knows why. You're not sticking around to find out after all right?

You come across some kin that look familiar, you swear you've seen them at a prior winter market. Some are milling around setting things up, and others are looking off a short ways where you catch glimpses of a pale Mare before she vanishes from sight.

Turning to you, a vibrant green buck sighs. "Can you go fetch mother please? She told us to stay here in case it was dangerous and I'm not about to upset her. Rejected or Watchful can take you closer, things are a little unsettled over there. I've heard raised voices so be careful alright?" the buck turns away to help another kin and sends you on your way.

Not one but both of his brothers step up to your side and walk with you towards where their mother has wandered off to. Rejected turns without a word to to you or Watchful and starts back to the others. Watchful looks you up and down and tips his head towards the unnaturally dark shadows. "Be careful in there...and bring mother back would you?" before he turns and heads back as well leaving you on your own.


As you step inside things are so very strange. Nothing like you've ever seen before. Strange fleshy appendages instead of sturdy legs and hooves. No instead you have arms and legs. Feet and hands. You're dressed in strange things that are like no fur you've ever seen, but the clothing you're wearing is surprisingly comfortable and oh so you in color and design.

Beneath your feet is a familiar thing, a dirt path. It's empty here so you walk a short way before coming across another odd sight. A tall woman, roughly six two with long white hair stands there hands on her hips, a strange structure close at hand. She was wearing a pale off shoulder top, and a flowing skirt in a similar color and alternating between a content smile on her face as she looked up at some rather large moths fluttering around and a slight scowl as she scolded some animals wandering around taking snaps and swipes at the moths.

Hearing you coming up she turns and a relieved smile crosses her face. "Oh I'm so glad you're here! I could use your help. You see, this is a moth sanctuary and I'm trying to release them, but these things won't leave us be. I need your help in wrangling them please!" looking around you catch flickers of what they really are, teadragons, and a flowery cheetah, but most of the time they look like strange dogs and cats. Agreeing to help her you step up ready to do all you can.

purple tea dragon, pastel tea dragon, black tea dragon, flower cheetah

The name Mothborn originated from the fact that the Bonemarshes are ideal breeding grounds for Moths. The clan sees them as spirit guardians, and often use the Moths to help them in their everyday tasks as well as having a fesitval every year, honoring the insects. Everyone in the clan is assigned a Moth at birth or upon Joining, a guardian that knows the land and the ways of the tribe.

For more info or to join the tribe go here: Mothborn

We're bringing back our Lifedust Festival accessory again for this years Winter Market! Colors might match your kin, take on a more colorful tone, or even wintery hue. You never know!
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