It had been a year since the sacrifice of every human on Nyctoria. Only a select few know why they were slain but they have kept their mouths shut. For the tribes, they longed for their magicless kin but for the cities, they missed their primary work force. No new humans had been born since then, a puzzle to many, but one human managed to appear out of thin air.
There she was, beastless, magicless, and walking into the city like she held every right to be among the great. Many Nyctorans welcomed her and introduced to her a few questionable things but in the end it was to capture her. This human was sold into slavery and tossed from one master to another, each disapproving of her seeming arrogance and rebellious streak. Eventually she ended up in the hands of an old Raixi and stayed there. Unlike the others, he saw something in her and treasured it, keeping it a secret like all his greatest works. There was something different about this human and she was treated like family. Many claimed he was too lenient on the rebel though, she deserved to be sent to the sunstone tower or offered as a sacrifice for her insolence. Time continued to prove he would deal with her difficulties his own way.
It had been years or maybe months since the old Raixi had purchased her from a disgruntled Levias, he couldn't recall, but today felt special. Red sparks danced across his body and frizzled tail as he staggered through the kitchen, a mix of wood and a brass-like metal. Funny little contraptions were scattered on the counters and walls, some incomplete. Most of what sat on the counters were conveniences, like a magic whisk, which he created himself.
A ghostly form of a wolf-like creature, clad in lightning, surrounded him and had for the past two days. It mirrored every move he made to the best it's shape would allow. When his dream form first manifested around him, he told the girl his end was near. A natural process but he didn't go into details. Much would be explained today including what was to become of her when he shed his body.
The crimson wolf set a towering cake he had purchased from an elite Kerberol bakery on the counter and stood back with a fanged grin. Each layer was a different flavor and the frosting was made with the finest cream, well worth it's weight in aetherial shards. The girl would be home soon or perhaps she was but his wispy frame shivered with excitement. " One last smile for her..." He thought while wagging his tail.
There she was, beastless, magicless, and walking into the city like she held every right to be among the great. Many Nyctorans welcomed her and introduced to her a few questionable things but in the end it was to capture her. This human was sold into slavery and tossed from one master to another, each disapproving of her seeming arrogance and rebellious streak. Eventually she ended up in the hands of an old Raixi and stayed there. Unlike the others, he saw something in her and treasured it, keeping it a secret like all his greatest works. There was something different about this human and she was treated like family. Many claimed he was too lenient on the rebel though, she deserved to be sent to the sunstone tower or offered as a sacrifice for her insolence. Time continued to prove he would deal with her difficulties his own way.
It had been years or maybe months since the old Raixi had purchased her from a disgruntled Levias, he couldn't recall, but today felt special. Red sparks danced across his body and frizzled tail as he staggered through the kitchen, a mix of wood and a brass-like metal. Funny little contraptions were scattered on the counters and walls, some incomplete. Most of what sat on the counters were conveniences, like a magic whisk, which he created himself.
A ghostly form of a wolf-like creature, clad in lightning, surrounded him and had for the past two days. It mirrored every move he made to the best it's shape would allow. When his dream form first manifested around him, he told the girl his end was near. A natural process but he didn't go into details. Much would be explained today including what was to become of her when he shed his body.
The crimson wolf set a towering cake he had purchased from an elite Kerberol bakery on the counter and stood back with a fanged grin. Each layer was a different flavor and the frosting was made with the finest cream, well worth it's weight in aetherial shards. The girl would be home soon or perhaps she was but his wispy frame shivered with excitement. " One last smile for her..." He thought while wagging his tail.
