Whispered Pathways
"In the silence between breaths, they guard the threads of destiny"
Nestled among star-soaked ruins and dreamlit temples, the Whisperfang Guardians prowl through shadows and moonbeams alike. These ethereal feline spirits are not born—they are summoned, chosen by the cosmos when balance wavers and forgotten places cry out for protectors.
Graceful, elusive, and impossibly ancient, Whisperfangs speak not through words but through presence. Each one carries a mark—an echo of the stars, a sigil etched in starlight—that connects them to a deeper plane of understanding. They guard memories that even the Reapers of Nocturne dare not touch, and safeguard relics of the world before it fractured.
As the veil between realms thins and Hollowbrook’s undead stir restlessly, the Whisperfang Guardians stir from slumber. With the Wildborn Kin watching the roots and rivers, and the Ember Veil dragons guarding flame and time, the Whisperfangs become the keepers of the in-between—the quiet spaces where fate is decided.
They do not command armies. They do not roar or rage.
They appear. They guide. They protect.
And in the hush before great change, when all seems lost, a Whisperfang’s eyes are often the last light a soul sees—and the first that truly understands.