
Cantars, children of Aleshra's genius craft, are vessels for voices that have no life.
Bodies, immured into columns and arches, are not themselves, barely remnants that can move.
No mind of their own. They have no life in them, even though they even can breathe.
Real body, core of a cantar, is hidden within walls and stones - it is a brain that keeps
and holds memories of sounds and tunes it catches a glimpse of, though unable to comprehend.
What it remembers - vessel-bodies can repeat.
Such are they, cantars, who keep memories of sounds for their keepers to be sang, able to
mimic any voice they know.
They can sing what they heard, say what they remember. Muscles and sinews, obedient to a hidden
brain, can handle many simple tools, while mastersmiths reshape their bodies for what needs
there might come.
Ribs run along strings, drums membranes shiver with tight sinews underneath, arms knock a steady
rhythm with their kadives ("kadiv" - any ritual staff or scepter) against a brass floor plate.
And maws that know no words of their own, sing what they remember.
Cantars are relatively common, though are surely not a cheap addition to one's nest. Bones and
flesh of high grades are used in their making, for living ones are never condemned to be forged
into a cantar. Unless one desires to remain in service of their Family after own end...
And living flesh does not wish to keep songs that are alien to it, while still alive.
This cantar, for example, is surely an expensive one, quite a display of one's wealth.
While most simple would be just mind to keep songs and a body to sing those - those of great
craftsmanship can guide a whole chore of voices. Architects shape halls and columns specifically
for cantars to be immured within.
Kadiv in his hands holds a woven banner with scriptures of important notes and words this
cantar once kept in mind to announce out loud.
All the golden trinkets on branches - those are not from a tree, it is blood-rose vine overgrowing,
foundation of Seven Families fleshcraft art - are tributes from those who serve Families or one
of their major houses. A form of gratitude to a suzerain.
...though some say the these beasts, no mind and no voice of their own... tend to whisper at times.
When left alone in silence, when there is nothing to sing and nothing to hear - they shiver.
Some twitch, as if disturbed in a turmoil of an uneasy sleep, others gap their maws as if trying to scream.
They twist in seizures, though cantars know no pain, they whisper gibberish that sounds like words
of those alive, they reach and stretch their arms through empty air.
Yet one glimpse, one perched ear - and they twitch back into their un-living longing. Awaiting
for a voice to hear.
As if nothing happened...
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Bodies, immured into columns and arches, are not themselves, barely remnants that can move.
No mind of their own. They have no life in them, even though they even can breathe.
Real body, core of a cantar, is hidden within walls and stones - it is a brain that keeps
and holds memories of sounds and tunes it catches a glimpse of, though unable to comprehend.
What it remembers - vessel-bodies can repeat.
Such are they, cantars, who keep memories of sounds for their keepers to be sang, able to
mimic any voice they know.
They can sing what they heard, say what they remember. Muscles and sinews, obedient to a hidden
brain, can handle many simple tools, while mastersmiths reshape their bodies for what needs
there might come.
Ribs run along strings, drums membranes shiver with tight sinews underneath, arms knock a steady
rhythm with their kadives ("kadiv" - any ritual staff or scepter) against a brass floor plate.
And maws that know no words of their own, sing what they remember.
Cantars are relatively common, though are surely not a cheap addition to one's nest. Bones and
flesh of high grades are used in their making, for living ones are never condemned to be forged
into a cantar. Unless one desires to remain in service of their Family after own end...
And living flesh does not wish to keep songs that are alien to it, while still alive.
This cantar, for example, is surely an expensive one, quite a display of one's wealth.
While most simple would be just mind to keep songs and a body to sing those - those of great
craftsmanship can guide a whole chore of voices. Architects shape halls and columns specifically
for cantars to be immured within.
Kadiv in his hands holds a woven banner with scriptures of important notes and words this
cantar once kept in mind to announce out loud.
All the golden trinkets on branches - those are not from a tree, it is blood-rose vine overgrowing,
foundation of Seven Families fleshcraft art - are tributes from those who serve Families or one
of their major houses. A form of gratitude to a suzerain.
...though some say the these beasts, no mind and no voice of their own... tend to whisper at times.
When left alone in silence, when there is nothing to sing and nothing to hear - they shiver.
Some twitch, as if disturbed in a turmoil of an uneasy sleep, others gap their maws as if trying to scream.
They twist in seizures, though cantars know no pain, they whisper gibberish that sounds like words
of those alive, they reach and stretch their arms through empty air.
Yet one glimpse, one perched ear - and they twitch back into their un-living longing. Awaiting
for a voice to hear.
As if nothing happened...
______________________________
Website:
✦ https://wretchedsun.com/en
Lore-related Discord server:
✦ https://discord.gg/dqpEXe7Bwz
Please, keep in mind that it's a public server, not furry-only centered. Thus, would much appreciate proper behavior.
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