Two hundred years ago, Orland and his people fell from the sky. They arrived on lightning and scorched the center of a great forested continent. The houlves fought these humans, fought against their enslavement and the destruction of the land.
Ever since then, humans have bred houlves in Orland’s Clear, the great city in the west.
Ever since then, the Moon Star has made its way across the night sky, a bluish, broken star, perpetually falling.
Ever since then, memories have been lost, have been forgotten, have faded away.
But there are some who still remember.
The Perils of Intimacy
Do not attach yourself to any houlf. They are beasts. No good comes of befriending one. Though they may speak our words, their intentions are false.
- from Keryca's Treatise on Breeding
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- Written: 2003-11-23 — 2013-09-30
- Published: 2013
- Word count: 165,601