An immaterial plane of existence; a civilization unmoored upon The Eternal Drift with cities built upon, and within, the corpses of dead gods, beasts and eternals whose spirits met their true end. The Blackshore (trans. of Rx'Vilisjoar in its oldest living tongue) is the dark edge of time and space. Measured, in more common terms, as dark matter, the space between the stars and the realm of nightmares, those who actually inhabit the Blackshore itself are oft-revenant creatures whose spirits are now duty- and honor-bound to guard against the edges of realities where darkness reigns supreme. Rather than being utterly wicked themselves, Blackshore residents are a-typically powerful beings with enough strength, grit and know-how to wage war against the forces of darkness that would threaten the balance that holds planes together and keeps all of reality in constant orbit. They are balance keepers, no more evil or good than the rain in a storm or the rocks of a mountain.

While its reflective opposite along The Eternal Drift is more like an afterlife for the gods, a bliss, the Blackshore functions as a graveyard for deities. Their bodies are harvested into small form planets, city-scapes, and are used to ride the constant drift of reality that allows the inhabitatns to build cities, fortresses, and prisons that are never left in one place and, therefore, impossible to track down from the outside. Only those who were born within The Blackshore have an easy time navigating it, though any powerful magic user or psychic can project forms of themselves into it. And that is where that ends, for the most part; many cannot exist within The Blackshore for long without madness taking them over and some fiend of its darkness feasting on their soul. Instead, it is best for them to project — astrally, mystically, spiritually — and leave a thread of connection to their physical realm. It is still dangerous, of course, and a severed thread leaves their body husked and ripe for the takeover, but it is better than trying to survive wandering its flux alone.

While time does pass within The Blackshore, its effects are vastly different — in part thanks to the fact that it compromises multiple universes in an n-point circle; that is: the universes rotate in orbits around the three central suns which orbit one another in an infinity motion that creates whirlpool like gravitational waves to keep the "planets" of The Blackshore afloat evenly. Thanks to this, time moves, but it changes matter at an astronomically slower pace — and since its inhabitants are almost all free of the limitations of age already, it becomes harder to track. Still, the roughest equation is simplified as: one hour of time spent in The Blackshore is equatable to seven full years passing by on Terraph. Add to the fact that once a being leaves The Blackshore, they tend to have foggy memories, at best, and keeping exact measures of time-and-space while traveling to-and-from is nearly impossible.

1 Hour = 7 Years in The Blackshore
1 Year = 8,760 Hours on Earth, so: 8,760 x 7 = 61,320
So, 1 Earth Year = 61,320 Years passing in The Blackshore

It should also be noted that, because of these rotations, every 200,000 great years (250,000 years) a total eclipse is created where all three suns and the planets themselves align completely for roughly one flash of a moment moment; making the rare total eclipse, or Black Sun, a near total impossibility to estimate well. It is why Dez is one of a kind among his peoples.

If I need to make up more stuff later as we create Seylah or whatever, I can. Basically: this is a spiritual realm where things are always drifting and changing, and the people are meant to be like guardians and blockades against the realms of 'negative' energy: Hellscapes, Prison Realms, Dark Realms where things are more difficult.

Ay'en was the first yawning in the endless darkness. Whether or not the Vashti existed before any other life is ever an uncertainty. The only truth known is that, before the Vashti, there was no tangible essence of lordship. No rule. No order. Ay'En Nafrae, as it would come to be known, was the first: the one to guardrail against time, and space, and death itself. Over the ages, this simple truth would compound and expand, until Ay'en was known as the source of these concepts themselves. No gods of time, or space, or death exist without Ay'en's power; he will strike down the last entity of Death when the universe ends, and collapse into himself for everything to truly, and finally, be over. Some believe the darkness expands from within him because of this — but he is, like any other Vashti, only an aspect of the Darkness, and Evil, itself.

As mortal Ouvsia, Mystja function as little more than cosmic druids. They have immense wellsprings of power to draw from and always live among the Free Territories to maintain that power, but aside from spellcasting and basic shapeshifting capabilities, they are not regarded as upper echelon beings. They do, however, have differed physiologies from normal humans, including, but not limited to: an ability to shift sexes, an an enhanced physical conditioning, enhanced mental capacity and extra organs including an extra heart and a minor extension to the brain. These function, mostly, as the basics to the evolution that comes when becoming a true and full Ouvsia.

While Mystja may not ever evolve in power enough to grow beyond access to a single tail, they can grow to have one tail and, in some rare cases of true and mighty power, they can even grow their "whiskers" while living a mortal life — allowing them to unlock certain core memories and access to The Blackshore, which allows them to function as sort of in-betweeners, teaching other Mystja the truth of their heritage. Typically, only a true matriarch of a Mystja clan will ever have access to her whiskers, however, the way Dez's own grandmother does.

Ouvsia are said to be the daughters of the nightsinger, a goddess of the moon who visits each wounded and betrayed mortal spirit in death and gives them the option of what comes next for them: release, relief, or revenge. This goddess, whose name is Lûnesa, strips away the norms of cultures from which her Ouvsia come: instead, they are taught anew. Each Ouvsia, then, is a female, in spite of their reproductive organs, their physical identity, or their preferences within other contexts. A true, and whole, Ouvsia, always identifies as female and daughter to honor the gift that has been brought to them and the power of their own might.

Every member of the species is enhanced with some shared traits: fangs, claws, good looks and prehensility. They also all come with their own ability to not only mate with any species or gender, but to find true soulmates through their efforts. Rather than a gem, as kitsune do, the Ouvsia can give a piece of themselves unto their partner of choice — a fragement of their eternity: their own heart-brain. With this, they may both be bonded to one another forever. This allows the partner an innate control over the Ouvsia and persists as one of the few weaknesses to their people; only a zer'thi varali (beloved skies, revered skies) may fully destroy another Ouvsia, body and spectral whole, to restart their cycle together and get a chance to raise up as full blooded Ouvsia through both phases of existence together.

In reproduction, an Ouvsia provides two copies of her own genes to her offspring, one of which is passed on unaltered. The second set of genes is altered in a unique process called Isqa'las (/iṣk'ah'laːz/ dovetail), also known as the sunshower or the wavelength. During Isqa'las, the eyes of the Ouvsia initiating the meld dilate as she consciously attunes her nervous system to her partner's, sending and receiving electrical impulses directly through the skin. Effectively, the Ouvsia and their partner briefly become one unified nervous system, sharing memories, thoughts, and feelings. The offspring of this process is always full-blooded Ouvsia, regardless of the species or sex of the "father". Commonly, Isqa'las is met with the phrase "embrace eternity" resonating through the joined spirit — said to be the voice of the nightsinger herself blessing their union.

Unlike other fox-demons, the Ouvsia are gifted with unique internal organs that exist whether in a physical form or spiritual — these natures persist, making them wholy true no matter the dimension or reality. First to manifest these signs is their "whiskers"; they also have unique blood, making them addictive, uplifted, bioluminescent and life-giving thanks to the way they feed to sustain. They also have an extra stomach, an extra heart-brain, a prehensile nature, climate adaptation and keratine bones.

In order for an Ouvsia to sustain a flesh-and-blood form after becoming full-blooded, they require a few basic things: 25 lbs worth of food a day to sustain the core magic; 15% of the energy in a human body a day to keep it looking normal; oathkeeping so they may never lie about a life-saving truth or break a promise; and, of course, they can indulge and feast on carnal pleasure from food, to sex, to ecstasy and group frenzies. Many Ouvsia are great performers, musicians, and party-planners, as well as those who run and host brothels, clubs and raves because of the easiest way of feeding.

An infernal species who take on a humanoid shape, but maintain markings of their demonic, draconic heritage, the Rou'axi are the would-be damned warriors of a specific species from a planet they no longer call home. These warriors are given a chance to serve as the overlords of their own personal Hell-space within the punishment dimension known as Hellve; as such, they are the torturers, and the prison guards, of their own personal eternity. As passionate fiends of battle and glory, they are ideal because every should-be fatal blow evolves their strength and allows them to become stronger. Their nature has altered their need for sustenance in such a way that they seem to feed off violence, carnage, sex, and revalry; they do eat, but are carnivorous on a whole and capable of surviving long periods without any food, rest or even breathing. As Rou'axi tend to stick to their home-plane, they are not known by many. Any who have met a Rou'axi either confuse them for dragons, or demons, and neither claim is wrong — though neither denomination is wholly correct.

As manifestations of passion and war, they are immensly powerful, with every fibre of their being used as a vessel for strength, danger, and fucking. From the burning temperatures of their bodies, to the scales that adorn their flesh and the tails and horns that sprout from them, the Rou'axi are built to destroy, to pleasure, and to ruin — carnally and physically. Because they were made from the dead and given new form, they are actually infertile, naturally; but when their main triumvirate of gods are alive and together, they become oviparous beings who leave their eggs with others to hatch and raise as they continue to thrive fucking and fighting through their realm.

Led by their Vid'scien (trans. Scion), the Rou'axi treat their Hellscape as an endless war, constantly fighting against the sinners, the punished, the damned, offering them glimpses of hope before killing them and reviving them for more slaughter the next day. They fuck other guardian species, or even some of the prisoners, and though some get to travel and expand outward, they do not document their journeys the way other species might.

Rou'axi did not reject their half-breeds, as there have been no natural born Rou'axi for near 53 eons. It is more true to say that the main goal of their own leader breeding with the Ouvsia leader was solely in an effort to have the vessels for their gods reborn. Now that some have been, they are thriving, and trying to build their species up while continuing to fight their endless demons, sinners and criminals.

Ancient History

Like the Taino, the Dougla, the Chindiam or the Tegli, the Lokone are an indigenous people who, over time, have absorbed and assimilated various declinations of cultures. They believe in the individual worship of personal Zemi'ne (trans. ancestral anima) which creates the multicultural embrace of various bloodlines within a family — but no matter the distinct familial culture and heritage, they are Lokone first and foremost: the Black people of Xa'yathrú.

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