The Whispering WildsMagus' role in the colony is one of great prestige - he is the main weapon they have against the unpredictable and often sinister magic that floods every corner of the valley in which they live.
In The Whispering Wilds, magic can very much be a matter of life and death.
The entire region seethes with the forces of the unknown; magic one could never hope to truly conquer or contain, emitted by the land around them. The very same magic that twisted the trees into frightful sentinels that seem to stare, made the wind whisper forbidden knowledge to travellers and that birthed the one creature that the colony had both revered and feared since times long gone, The Will of the Woods.
Magus never asked for this job; he had been assigned the position as soon as he was born, even though it would be much later that he'd actually perform the role.
And while he resented it for much of his kittenhood, he eventually came to understand why he was the only one fit to do it.
When you're surrounded by magic that doesn't have a known source or another magic to specifically counter it, how do you protect yourself from it, without suppressing it?
He eventually grew to embrace his role as the colony's primary defense, and even developed quite the ego from it, but there is one thing he still won't ever get used to...
the idea of encountering the Will of the Woods.
The great beast was enough to strike fear into the hearts of the most hardened cats, and even though Magus had only seen it once, once was enough.
He'd been told his whole life by the colony acolytes that this monster - that their ancestors had called their god for at least two centuries or more - was a sight of beauty to behold, something wonderous, a harbinger of good things to come.
But it was anything but that.
Standing almost as tall as the trees, the haggard creature wandered the woods seemingly without purpose, chasing down anyone who happened to wander too close.
If it hadn't come near town that night, he might have never seen it - and he might have been able to live his life blissfully unaware of it's deepest secret.
That night was now forever cemented in his mind
because he knew.He had stripped it...
him... of his magic just long enough for the veil of illusion to dissipate, and when it did, he was face-to-face with someone he knew.
Someone he had grown up with.
And the fearful expression on his face when his charade was uncovered said it all.
He fled before Magus could ask why, and he would continue to be haunted by this question as he hadn't seen him since.
The creature had existed for a long time - much longer than either of them had been alive. Was it the combined effort of multiple cats going back ages, or some sort of family tradition? And
why?He came to fear the day he'd encounter him in disguise again... especially if he had the town guard with him...