Though merely an avatar of himself, the body that most people recognize the goat in being merely a proxy for his true form lying imprisoned beneath the island of Yulareil, Canthus is not so disconnected from his monstrous nature as he might outwardly appear.

Because of the way his abilities developed, the otherworldy goat began the first of his many incarnations with very little powers at his disposal at all. Unlike most of his kin, who started out learning how to tap into their cosmic lineage through more direct means, Canthus was limited in what he could manifest. As such he learned early on to work alongside mortals to achieve his survival. Growing closer to them, forming bonds, the first of his abilities to become fully developed ending up being his nectar. A substance which, although useless by itself, could empower those companions he managed to attract with the gifts of the void.

It followed that summoning magic soon attracted his eye. Having grown accustomed to working with and through others, the ability to conjure them just as they could conjure him (when the stars were right) presented itself as a natural evolution that complimented his existing skillset. Where his frequent adversary Nyarlathotep could claim a thousand forms, before long Canthus could conjure from the aether a thousand shapes to counter any given threat.

The final and most ferocious of these being, of course, himself.

Though bringing his full body through into reality would require more delicate and dangerous magics to be attempted casually, the caprine summoner developed his own workaround. Rather than attempt to create a large enough breach in the veil of reality to call forth his whole self, instead, he would make multiple smaller breaches. Tapping instead into the vast network of golden tentacles that snaked across the land, underground and seas of his personal planar sanctuary of Yulareil, all of which existed as extensions of himself. Gargantuan gelatinous appendages that he could flex as freely as his own fingertips, for however distantly connected they were, they were still a part of his greater body.

Be it to coil around a supplicating cultist to grant them a rewarding embrace, or to thrash against an enemy with the full strength of a wrathful cosmic entity, learning how to call forth his full might marked a coming of age. Shedding the golden fleece he'd adopted during his youth, the reborn goat of the golden tide embraced the next stage in his maturity. Ascending one step closer to being recognized as a fully-fledged Great Old One.

*****

The goat is back, he's hit the gym, and he brought his friends.

I legitimately cannot praise Madness_demon enough at this point. They do my precious boy so gooooood. ;_;