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A prince of black talons and decorated darkness; blood in the water a beauty beyond primal. He is a dance of ferocity carved by the fang and blade of ancient aether.

His pelt, black in starless night, is a canvas of dark artistry: scars split rosette spots over his body and a slender visage is made terrifying by the Black Rite's lifeblood-red kajal. Spots speckle his body down to his black limbs, horrendous long proportions that of apex predation.

Eldar-strain blood runs deep within his kind and is what gives his kin their lethal grace, with immense fangs and claws able to tear through the flesh of lesser prey in declaration of bloodright. Aezhyrrael himself is one such specimen of these high beasts- one to whom Nhera itself belongs.

Decadence clings to slick fur and pitch venomblades like the aether of a fresh kill- grace languid at ease in his dominion. Coiled to bite outside of it. Beneath the opal skyline of Theastone, its shadows are the Black Rite's hunting grounds and the prey within the city enough to satisfy his hunt-- and the devouring hunger of his fated blade.