Βριτόμαρτις, Θεά Θήρας

I am the Ode of forestry, The Apogee of thyn Arkadian Kingdom; vassel, welcome to mine abode, homey and comfortable. Mayest you lay at ease, sauntering none longer. Fain thee privy an artefact worth gaping fast?

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Cornucopia abundant;
By these lands dœth one wander to and fro,
Ere thyne mound, to nilt be faineant:
This perplexing visage, arrogant;
To arrogate withal claimant
Woe betide thyn waken fake
An a priori maiden's laden sake

【Tales Amassed】

• Origins

• Αταλάντη 『Τοξότης』

• Αταλάντη 『Λέων』

• Αταλάντη 『Δίδυμοι』

EXTRAS

• 〈アタランテ〉

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• 〈アタランテ〉

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:copyright: Umi no Koufuku (海の降伏)

[Catalyst]

Peleus’ wedding band.

[Archer!]

[Expectancy]

Atalanta showers her aggressors in many hundreds of arrows from the Tauropolos, having the battlefield waver, succumbing many to her virtuous plea.

[Noble Phantasm]

±B, Phoebus Catastrophe: Complaint Message On the Arrow

Dmg: Contingency

AOE: Anti-army, no strain, nary defect.

166cm

57kg

B78—W59–H75

• 〈アタランテ〉

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~Atalanta—The Boar of Calydon~

A G R I U S M E T A M O R P H E S I S

For what was the worth of this caricature? For inst, thee hadst naught. A confinement, nigh herewith, thou hast washèd me in grime and suspected of grim. 'Twere you any, eyne facilitates nought, nill? Fro whence tanned and fallows of this diluculum, erects most splendidly, as a crepusculum. Thus merriam projects, mine mantel dons a flavourful hygiene. Of this, remarks bountifully. Aforementioned, mine mantel comprises beauty in such a way that I became hideous to the untrained eye. Thy garb befitted, is that of a beast. A howling beast that rids of fawns and tempers dawns. Tis this teddy that became worn; a chemise most certainly horrendous.

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Atalanta, thy vixen did she depart;

For he, she loved

None did ever stark.

Whence she lay,

Twice she say,

Thrice she may;

«Mine heart O' Μελέαγρος,

Mine heart dost ferry.

For you, its never become weary»

And forbidden doeth she went,

With what emancipation she didst care;

She'd none of it merrier,

For by the bellows and thy bosom,

Did there ever reap, his sleep.

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Adroitly, mine identity begotten.

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[Catalyst]

Boar’s tusk with the very arrow lodged inside, shot from Tauropolos, otherwise the trophy head of the boar.

「†Wraith†」

[Expectancy]

Bearing the seal of dissatisfactory and rage, Atalanta would kindly remark others, intoxicating them with battle until peril.

[Noble Phantasm]

×EX, The Strife of Calydon; Boar of Retribution

(Conjoined)
Agrius Metamorphosis, The Disputed Spoils of War

Dmg: TBA.

AOE: Anti-persons, usage until death, maximum attack, quality speed, lesser defense. Per one barrage.

176cm

58.2kg

B93—W57—H89

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~Atalanta, Her Footrace~

"Hwær cwom mearg?
Hwær cwom mago?
Hwær maþþumgyfa?
Hwær cwom symbla gesetu?
Hwær cwom sindon seledreamas?
Eala beorht bune!
Eala brynwiga!
Eala þeodnes þrym!
Hu seo þrag gewat,
Genap under nihthelm,
Swa heo no wære!"
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-- The Wanderer --
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:copyright: Umi no Koufuku

[Catalyst]

Dirtied, scarred, and battered Golden Apple once grasped and gnawed at by the Chaste Huntress.

[Assassin!]

[Expectancy]

Atalanta would engage combat with stellar haste, ultimately serving complement to Hermes’s namesake as quick woman.

Noble Phantasm: ±D, Serene Gait of the Striding Star: Ambience Culled

Dmg: Lesser.

AOE: Anti-persons; limited duration, increased attack on singular point, see Achilles Heel.

166cm

57kg

B78—W59–H75