A manifestation of a mysterious figure looking in the dark dreams of a felvarg lost in the throws madness.
His presence in her mind was powerful, and his orders to her were clear, “release me, summon me, make me”
Lovecraft set out to do just that, dabbling in the eldritch magics that Nightfall guarded.
Essence, energy, slivers of life was stolen and pocketed away from two powerful fels.
The forbidden love of Loki and Aurora, as well as the practitioner’s own waking nightmares fused to bring form to an otherwise undulating and formless creature.
Writhing chaos became flesh and fur of a dark and putrid shade, and from the howling void emerged Cthulhu, the strange made known, free to roam ulfrheim and beyond and plant his seeds of insanity in more than just to whom he is bound.
