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It's an open secret that the Cantharide is changing, since her sudden arrival in the Mansus.
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Her power does not wane, however, in any shape of form. In fact, it's rather the opposite: it seems to keep taking forms more and more refined and exaltating.
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Her frequentations also indicate a shift. While initially, drawn to each like a moth to a flame, eager to see how her stimulating powers would influence them, she now seems to restrain herself, talking to each Hour only in secret, and individually, as if she had grown ashamed of her insistant need for symbiosis.
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And of course, all the other Hours wonder. If it only took a couple minutes to turn a human witch into a full-fledged Hour, how stable (and more importantly, how sustainable) is such a metamorphosis ?
  
 
== Relationships ==
 
== Relationships ==

Revision as of 11:46, 13 November 2018

The Cantharide
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"We call upon the Cantharide, who breaketh through."
Origin Flesh
Titles The Blistering Grace
The Emphasis
The Damsel-In-Relief
Names Helen of Sparta
Aspects Moth Knock Grail
Date of arrival unsure yet
Owner(s) Erised

We call upon the Cantharide, who breaketh through.

Appearance

Principles

Worship

Cults

Mark

  1. Temptation: Procuration:
  2. Dedication: Procuration:
  3. Ascension: Procuration: A beacon shines upon my brow, not alight itself, but spreading darkness wherever my eyes don’t abide. I know this to be the First Mark.
  4. Ascension: Procuration:
  5. Ascension: Procuration:
  6. Ascension: Procuration:

Servants

Locations

The Fansus

The Histories

Items

Tools

Ingredients

Influences

Books

Rites

About the Wassail

How They Feel

Who They Blame

What They Hide

It's an open secret that the Cantharide is changing, since her sudden arrival in the Mansus.

Her power does not wane, however, in any shape of form. In fact, it's rather the opposite: it seems to keep taking forms more and more refined and exaltating.

Her frequentations also indicate a shift. While initially, drawn to each like a moth to a flame, eager to see how her stimulating powers would influence them, she now seems to restrain herself, talking to each Hour only in secret, and individually, as if she had grown ashamed of her insistant need for symbiosis.

And of course, all the other Hours wonder. If it only took a couple minutes to turn a human witch into a full-fledged Hour, how stable (and more importantly, how sustainable) is such a metamorphosis ?

Relationships