Skarn Melithera-Talatra

Skarn Melithera-Talatra, under maiden name Skarn Melithera, is the Assoti Queen that helped form the Assoti Matriarchy of Farthorn. She was born two years prior to the fall of Rugo, after which she would be in exodus until discovering the Assoti once more. Her parents, Gale Melithera and Relaya Melithera, perished during the capitulation of Rugo.

Life Before the Fall
Skarn Melithera lived with her parents in a small home on Rugo's border. She would often spend her time viewing the scenery, wondering at what laid beyond view. The hives of her brethren looked so vast, as she could see the outline of them carved through the mountains. Her schooling was not desirable, as she was isolated from society due to her parent's encumbrance. Her mother, Gale, was an Assoti Queen and her father, Relaya, bore a special respect for her. Yet, they refused to serve their race outside of their own comfort, whether by selfish desire or caring love. Once in a while, a Devrim guard designated to their sector would come check on them. He was a great friend with Skarn's father. Hence, not a word was spoken about the Melithera family to any person.

The Ensuing Chaos
The fall of Rugo would be a turning point in her life story. Her family awoke with a startle at a sudden commotion outside their home. Dozens of Assoti were struggling past their house, desperately trying to evade a spreading fire across the landscape. They looked out their windows past these sprawling insectoids at the masses of battle occurring. Her father grabbed their only Koruma, and prepared to march with a Devrim convoy that could be seen to the left of the fleeting citizens. Skarn looked to her mother, who only looked on with sadness at the death beyond the veil. Skarn pleaded that her father stay, stating that he was betraying every ideal he had. Relaya made it clear that he would no longer hide from his own people.

Her father went on into the flurry while Skarn and Gale fled into a forest. After a decent while, they would stumble upon a Devrim Assoti militia fleeing from a holdout. These Devrim took them into captivity. During this time, her mother was forced to produce young for the growing battalion. They treated Skarn with tenderness, yet they would not allow her to go free nor see her mother.

The Darkest Days
Skarn looked out of her chamber, onto the glowing sunlight peaking over the horizon. A line of figures stood there. She could see them clearly. Their horses and weapons shone in a bright array. Outside, she could hear the Devrim move quickly to defend. Suddenly, her guard burst through the door. She was led outside, into an open road where she was given a Koruma. The guard told her to keep it close, and to only use it for defense. The figures upon the ridge swarmed down upon them.

When the Devrim went to meet them, she looked for her mother. She found Gale standing within an enormous chamber. So, she stood with the dozen or so guards in defense of her great mother. Her clawed arms began to quiver in uncontrollable nervousness. There came bursts of anguish from outside. Then, the chamber erupted into mayhem. Her blade clashed with another's in an instant, and then she felt a buzzing in her ears. She had fallen onto the floor, drenched in the blood of her captors. She looked at her mother, dragging herself to her. Gale looked once last time at Skarn and proceeded to be fatally stabbed. Pheromones arose within the room.

Skarn felt herself starstruck at the events. The enveloping cloud illuminating her did not cross her mind. She did not care as the onlooking destroyers tried to penetrate her flesh. She did not feel remorse when over a hundred men became plagued with a choking cloud from the pheromones secreting from her mother's dying body. Even then, when she stood afoot upon the hard stone floor, she only looked at Gale.

A Flower Draining of Color
Skarn emerged from the rubble as the sun reached its peak. Her eyes strained in the sunlight as she heaved the black piece of debris off of her. She peered out onto the landscape. The lush green trees surrounding the encampment betrayed her sense of loss. She looked away from them, looking at the ground beneath her legs instead. It was as though the charred black gave her more empathy than anything else.