“We found him in the mountain snow long ago, runes carved into the flesh of his neck, a name. His memories gone. Eldest sister tells us of the powerful voices that whispers softly into her ears. Warning her, such a name would bring turmoil and chaos to the world behind veils we cannot see through.

We were more than happy to take it upon ourselves to rid the world of this man….but it appears he cannot perish. Methods that would surely kill any living being do not work…we’ve even harvested his heart and he continues to draw breath. Over the course of days he’s grown another in place of the missing heart. Then we took his eyes to use for our practices…he had them once more soon after… There’s something about this stranger, he’s surely influenced by a magic greater than we know. With the warning eldest sister was given, we’ve no choice but to keep him with us under lock…..but at least he’s useful in producing rather precious ingredients for our rituals. -Ellya

A bit of introduction, and explanation to a concept I had, that will come up in current plot for the woofs in sometime. Though here’s arts.