Ngara Riyarara
V̈umd Niwpeu, Hok Dodagbu (a.k.a. King of Wolves, Smoke Wolf, Wolf of Dreams)
There are many lords that rule over Tindalos, devilish sovereigns that govern their corners of that world. But there is one who rules above all of them: Ngara Riyarara. It is not fully understood if this court dweller was born or formed, none the less they are intrinsically tied to the world of Tindalos. There is only one written account of what they might look like. While that is hardly evidence or proof the source of this description is from the first of House Evraert. The letter was discovered 30 years after he went missing and through some blessing his wife never read it. The tasks that is mentioned was never officially written down so it is not know what he set out to do. Below is a translated version copied from the official letter which is still kept in records.
Goetgen Evraert:
My love and darling, I am dead.
There is no truth to that which I see and yet I still see it with my own eyes. The truth is wrong and hurts me and yet I can not turn my gaze. Reality around me has shattered and through the broken glass of my world view it has formed. A wolf of shadows that moves in light. It uses light and dark and the seconds of a blink to move.
I followed and now I am here. In a place where all and any time exists. I see my youth and my elder years I will never know but I see them. I can not look at what I write for if I look away it will consume me. It watches me. Has always watched me. It will send its hounds and feast upon my mind. For my flesh will wither and rot and be wiped clean from this mortal plane and it shall be no more, but my mind will remain.
My mind will be no more than bone for its hounds to feast on like our hounds at home fighting for scraps from your cooking. They move in ways that can not be. For it is nothing more than light and sound and colors that they walk on as they follow me. And time. They are time. They stalk me.
I know they are close. But still I write to you. My love. My heart. My fleeting memories are leaving, I do not remember why I came here but I know I was successful. And you my love are all that occupies my mind. Our wedding night. It is the most precious memory I have left and I will hold it tight. I do not know what I am using as ink for these pages so I apologize my love. My dear. My wife. My heart. My only heart. I love you. It sees me. It knows me. It is all and everything and what has to come. It will consume.
