A servant of Yile. One of many. Created for a purpose, soon taught that there was an enemy that must be fought. Taught that Yile was one who deserved to rule; Yile, their dark goddess of cold and stars.
The new subtalleon’s eyes opened to a dark, cold world, swirling with mist and clouds that only obeyed the whims of their master. Bright star-like orbs drifted in the darkness, offering light where there was very little otherwise. One of the first things the new subtalleon noticed was a feeling in the back of their consciousness, like a tether, another will. Blinking glowing eyes, they slowly rose from where they’d lain curled up, and lightly shook off the stray, unused energy that hadn’t made it into their creation.
“Welcome to the world, my child,” Yile spoke, smiling sweetly, though her expression was a little hard to read on her void-dark face in the ocean-dark Abyss. “You will serve me well, won’t you?”
The subtalleon, nary a thought of their own passing through their mind before Yile’s voice reached their furry ears, found they could only consent. Floating in the realm without gravity, they managed a slight bow. Their wings flitted tensely, shaking off yet more residual energy, which was soon drawn back in and absorbed proper.
Yile’s smile widened. “Of course you will.” She reached to stroke the pale yellow subtalleon’s head. “I name you Akanori. Go forth into the world, and do as I bid.”