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Impressive, isn't she? The relentless hunting shadow of the night of Naga drums. The last thing many an Orokin lord ever saw. Voruna, She-Wolf Incarnadine. The Heart of the Pack. Hunter of god-prey. We remember her as a primal horror. The pitless devourer stalking burning cities of white-and-gold, slavering for god-flesh. This was not always so! Once, Voruna was the obedient guardian of the Circulus, the holiest of Yuvan temples upon none other than veiled Lua. Like a loyal beast, Voruna would roam Lua with her four steel-maned wolves: the stealthy Dynar, the invigorating Raksh, the stalwart Lycath, and the fierce Ulfrun. But what they were sworn to guard was perverse, wrong. In a ceremony reeking of Kuva, the Orokin candidate would force their consciousness into the new chosen body - the Yuvan - consigning the mind of the hapless former owner to oblivion. They called this life-extending process... 'Continuity'. Executor Tuvul was one of the ruling Seven and head of the Yuvan Clerisy: high-ranking officiators who enacted the hideous ritual. All of whom... were now all dead, torn apart, all save for Tuvul... now a man pursued. He abandons his family to that night of horrors, his friends to the flames, and whips his slaves to ferry his decrepit, dying body to... his personal ship. Destination? Void-locked Lua. Purpose? To initiate one final ceremony. To trade one last body - one last life - for his own. Before the Empire burned. To slip the noose and escape the relentless hunting shadow that had, one-by-one, in just one night, found and eviscerated every last one of his Clerisy peers. The shadow that had once protected them. I never liked Tuvul. What followed made me loathe him even more. Here is Dynar, the shadowed. He gave Voruna the gift of stealth that she might only take by surprise - but never be taken. Let us speak of what made the Circulus special: the first Void Conjunction. It came suddenly, steeping Lua in malevolent, lashing Void-stuff. Within the moon-plasm, thoughts took horrifying physical forms. Imaged dredged up from childhood nightmares, or adult neuroses were abruptly tangible and real. Madness overtook many. It was to this place - the Circulus - that Tuvul fled through a Void tormented by an extremely unusual Conjunction. Thrashing eddies, violent currents, and the appearance of horrifying beasts never seen before or since. It was as if, some noted, the fabric of the universe echoed the upheaval tearing apart the fabric of the Origin System. Coincidence? I have lived too long to believe so but can provide no explanation greater than that. Hoping against hope that the Void would keep the shadow that stalked him from picking up his trail, Tuvul touched down upon the powdery skin of sacred Lua. What Tuvul lacked in loyalty, he made up for with rat cunning. He should have known better. It is unclear precisely why Lua is a site of very special Void Conjunctions, but enacting Continuity within the Circulus and Yuvarium thereupon guaranteed a safe and strong transition... so long as certain rituals were correctly observed. A privilege reserved only for the Seven themselves. Imagine the scene as the innocent Yuvan would have witnessed it. The vivid insanity of it all. The appointed Soprana bridging the gap between worlds with her song. The Orokin Executor shrilling the ritual worlds. The bone-white Void creeping in on all the fronts. The Kuva steaming scarlet in its glass bowl. And the imposing wolf-giant, Voruna, pacing the perimeter, four loyal wolves at her side. This wolf you see here is Raksh, the defender, Voruna's own loyal guardian, as she protected her Orokin overlord from whatever madnesses the Void Conjunction would bring. Of which there were many. And on that night, Tuvul had no such guardian. Quite the opposite. Now, Tuvul would need flesh into which he could pass, but the shipments of fresh young bodies from across the System were no more. Tuvul, we will see, had laid a dark contingency. Rat cunning, as I said. The third of Voruna's wolves. Lycath, the stalwart brother, the provider, and soul of t

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