When she first descended from the Glory, she was the litteral embodiment of the undeserving Hour, who hadn't been through the same process than all other From-Flesh. Thus she was known to only utter cryptic statements and making impressive, yet ultimately empty miracles take place, to cover up.The other Hours didn't expect more of her. In fact, they almost had a tinge of admiration in their disdain, because she was faking it, but faking it good. Most human cultists crave more seeming transcendance and meaning than the true occult, uncomprehensible nature of most other Hours. She was good at keeping the masquerade of Hours being benefactors to mankind, and not powerful enough to be a menace in their own right. A perfect PR, of sorts.
But of late, this has changed. The Cantharide's pseudo-truths actually seem to hold more and more occult truth, as if she was truly channeling the immense powers she claimed she did. And to only make it worse, even she seems to have no clue why.
== Appearance ==
== Principles ==
== Worship ==
=== Cults ===
=== Mark ===
# '''Temptation: Immanence''':
# '''Dedication: Immanence''':
# '''Ascension: Immanence''': 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.
# '''Ascension: Immanence''':
# '''Ascension: Immanence''':
# '''Ascension: Immanence''':
=== Servants ===
== Locations ==
=== The Fansus ===
=== The Histories ===
Cretan Minoan Era?
Renaissance? Libertine Era in France?
== 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.... whose complexity seems to baffle even herself.
Her frequentations also indicate a shift. Dhile initially drawn to each other Hour 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 ==
* [[The Piper]]:
* [[The Firstborn]]:
* [[The Weft]]:
* [[The Distinguished]]:
* [[The Prince Consort]]:
* [[The Warp]]:
* [[The Hill Queen]]:
* [[The Captain]]:
* [[The Instinct]]:
* [[The Solemn]]:
* [[Brother Grimalkin]]:
* [[Abbess Sunset]]:
* [[The Skinner Box]]: A teacher, a mentor, and one who knows her all too well. There's no love there, only need and bitter seeds.