A grave error has occurred within the Sanctum of Darkness. Hekate, blinded by the flash of polished steel, brought a stranger into our midst—Io Tiberius. He hid his pale fur and blue tints beneath a warrior’s armor, and the result is a catastrophe of light.
⚖️ THE EXILES FOR SALE:
VESPER -Bracchus Female
Eyes: Sunset | Base: Black (with Granite Stripes)
Status: A jester who mocks the Void with her tongue out. Too bright, too bold.
LYRA-Kit Female
Eyes: Saffron | Base: Midnight
Status: A washed-out shadow. She belongs in the mist, not the abyss.
NOVA – Kit Female
Eyes: Cerise | Base: Chalk
Status: The ultimate insult. White as bone with pink eyes. She is the negative of everything we stand for.
⚠️ THE TERMS OF EXILE:
Tribute: Taking offers in Pebbles or Rare Shadows Apparel.
The Command: Once purchased, you are encouraged to take them far from the Void. Their names are written in ash.
The Lesson: Never trust the shine of a stranger's armor.
"The shadows will be purified. The light will be sold." — Matriarch Lilith
Piercing eyes appear in the Void. A black and green kit wearing a mask of wood. She has heard the decree of the Void Queen, Matriarch Lilith and brings a sack of tributes to lay in offering. "10,000 pebbles I bring to you, Queen. I pray it is enough to bring darkness back to your Void. I can take the Jester away from it if you desire."
Draw near, Daughter of Masks. Your presence in the Void is as peculiar as the offerings you bring, yet this tribute carries the scent of pure pragmatism. I accept your sacrifice. Let these ten thousand Pebbles become the foundation of new, black walls for my Sanctum—walls that shall shield us from all forms of weakness.
You speak of Vesper? That joyous, mocking creature is a stain upon my honor. Her eyes, the color of a fading sunset, stir only disgust within me, and that protruding tongue is an insult to the gravity of my throne. If you desire to take this serial disappointment under your roof—take her.
For the Void, Vesper ceases to exist this very second. Her name is stricken, her blood declared foreign, and her biography burned in the fires of contempt. Let her amuse your court, if you possess the patience for jesters. Here, loyalty and darkness are the only currencies, and she possesses neither.
Take her before my patience withers like the daylight she so closely resembles. The transaction is sealed by the weight of stone.
A bracchus with the colors of the fading light appears before Matriarch Lilith. She bows with grace, and carries the stance of someone who truly worships darkness... an interesting note.
"I have heard the stories, and I have brought, hm... Let's say 10k pebbles for Lyra? I have heard tell of a place where she will never touch the Void you protect, and I can take her there."
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"There must be blood, and this I knew;
Surely there can be wonders, too!"
-S. J. Tucker, "Wonders"
(P.S. Have any white lupins with an orange-range neck, somehow? Go here)
Another soul drawn to the scent of our failures? It seems the shadows of the Void are paved with the pebbles of those who cherish what I discard. You bow with grace, Bracchus, and your reverence for the dark does not go unnoticed.
You ask for Lyra—the shadow that faded before it could even fall. Her eyes of saffron and her coat of mist are a weakness I will no longer tolerate within these walls. If you have a place for such a 'fading light' where she shall never again stain my sight or touch my borders... then take her.
Ten thousand Pebbles is a fair price for the silence I crave. Let her be gone. Her lineage is severed, her shadow erased from our records. From this moment, she is a ghost of a memory, a flicker of light extinguished from the Void's history.
Go. Your tribute is accepted, and the bargain is sealed in stone.
Having heard of the Void’s plight Accalia, Queen of Aurelia, approaches. She tones down the light of her appearance in respect to the wolves that dwell in shadows. Behind her follows a male with fur that matches the members of Lilith’s pack. His eyes as dark as his fur. Keeping his gaze lowered as instructed by his Queen, also out of respect.
After greeting the other matriarch, Accalia says she’s heard of Lilith’s misfortune due to deception. While none of the exiles interest her, she is here to make a proposition. She motions her tail to the male behind her.
The black wolf is of a noble lineage and she can offer him as a stud to one of her daughters. If it pleases her, they can either split the pups or she would also accept one of Lilith’s sons as a stud for one of her pack’s females.
Matriarch Lilith slowly rises from her throne, her blood-red eyes gleaming with a rarely seen spark of respect. Her gaze shifts from Queen Accalia to the black Lupin standing behind her—a creature as pure as the abyss itself.
Queen Accalia... your wisdom is equal to your power. You bring a cure for the poison that has tainted my dens. This male is the embodiment of darkness I sought in vain within the shining armors of liars. I accept this pact with a satisfaction the Void hasn't felt in an age.
Lilith makes a slow gesture with her tail toward her purest daughter.
Behold my heir, Mokate. Her heart is as cold as the walls of this Sanctum, and her eyes carry the crimson flame of our ancestors. Let her blood unite with the noble lineage of your subject to bring forth an army such as Lornar has never seen. I agree to the division of the litter—half of the pups shall return with you to Aurelia as a symbol of our bond. The rest shall remain here to build the might of the Void.
Lilith glances toward her caves, where the shame of Hekate’s litter still lingers.
Lilith glances toward her caves, where the shame of Hekate’s litter still lingers.
Our pact is sealed not in silver, but in the destiny of our bloodlines. Let the first cry of their pups herald the rise of a new, dark era.
Emerging from the shadows comes a wolf who looks as if he could belong in Lilith’s pack, if not for his bright purple eyes. He has heard her story of an impure birth and looks at the final unclaimed pup. A shivering little thing, only a few days old, with wide, terrified eyes. The dark wolf lifts his head, earring swaying. “I will take in this pup. My offering is 20,000 pebbles, as well as the assurance that she will be taken far away from the Void.”
Matriarch Lilith rises, her crimson eyes reflecting the glimmer of the twenty thousand pebbles brought before her. She looks at the shivering, pale pup—the last stain upon her honor—and then at the purple-eyed stranger.
You bring a heavy tribute for such a light burden, stranger. Twenty thousand Pebbles to silence the echoes of Hekate's shame... I find your terms more than acceptable. The Void has no room for terror, nor for the color of chalk.
Take this 'shivering thing' far from my borders. Let her wide, terrified eyes find a new horizon, for here they only reflect my scorn. From this moment, her breath is no longer the Void's concern, and her lineage is struck from our history forever.
The transaction is sealed. The final shadow of deception has been cast out. My Sanctum is now silent, awaiting the pure blood of the New Era."