reaver cantelli

Reaver is Filthville's absolute biggest, meanest, and most hung rat daddy stud to ever grace the hungry maws of boys with his shit.  An alpha male and a very important figure in Filthville. Many people know his name and just as many fear it almost. 

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Much like Reign its relatively impossible to give an accurate account of his age. Age never means much to their kind who effectively are immortal by anthro standards. He does appear to be in his early to mid thirties in body build and general appearance. His height is positively staggering at twelve foot three inches tall (that is 3.73 meters for you metric fags out there). Most men only come to eye-level with his cock's base. He's over 400 pounds (181 kilos) of pure muscle with a body akin to a body builder in absolute peak shape and performance. With deep black and yellow eyes that are quite common for his kind. Large sharp claws like razors, big sharp fangs, and positively overwhelming strength and reflexes make him a formidable opponent, the last thing you want to piss off without a backup plan.

 

He is a smart man as well and used his influence, abilities, and leverage to establish a massively successful casino in Downtown Filthville, but a large portion of his funds come from more questionable operations behind the scenes. He is known to Filthville PD as a crime boss. A smuggler who is quite notorious yet always manages to dodge the cops hot on his tail. 

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He is a fierce rival to Reign with the two of them being Alpha Voricani in one city. He is of the Vermin breed of Voracanix, a creature from the other side of the veil just like Reign. These two are in the same family of creature, just slightly different genetically. Both studs are famous throughout Filthville for their talents at farting and shitting and making the boys scream around the immense girth of their massive cocks. Its always a competition between the two in who is the better man, though they are so similar its likely why they despise one-another so much. 

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Reaver is more or less gay, though that's only because he currently shows no interest in women even though his son was born sexually unlike Reign's sons. His actual sexual preferences are a mystery. Reaver is a single daddy and loves his son Rayleonard dearly. He seldom misses a opportunity to fuck his slutty son hard. Hearing Leo scream and making him cum from getting reamed hard with a maw-full of shit is one of life's simple pleasures the rat adores. 

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His interests revolve around sex, spreading his plague, plotting to overthrow Reign, vaping, and working out. He earns allot of money, but has little interest for it. A truce is why these two tolerate one-another to be as civil as they are. They have children in this world whom they love and care for deeply. Seth and Theo even call Reaver 'uncle.' For there sake neither try to outright kill each-other, but it doesn't stop them from swabbing down the decks with testosterone trying to best one-another. This usually devolves into a quite literal shitting contest and eventually an orgy. Arguments usually ensuing when both of them finally remember what they were doing originally that turned into hours of boys kissing their shitting puckers, huffing farts and pits, fucking, and even more shit.

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Its a bit of a fantasy of their kids to hope to see one day Reaver and Reign finally just kiss and rub dicks inside of some poor boy's massively overstretched ass. Though whether that ever sees the light of day remains to be seen. Its no secrete both Seth and Theo know the taste of Reaver's shit and cock and the feeling of his cock up their shitters and down their throats. The same can be said of Leo with Reign. Originally the two tried to bring their kids into their quarrel. Instead they arranged for them to become best friends. Seth reminds Reaver far too much of Leo to ever dream of hurting him and Theo is the idealistic second son he on some level wish he had.

 

At the end of the day they are both stuck with each-other regardless of the outcome and have more important matters now to contend with like protecting this world they now live in from their old one.  

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In Reign’s universe there is no such thing as ‘heaven’ or ‘hell,’ but a single cosmic rule. A fact of life seen but unseen. Some universes recycle their spiritual energies through 'layers' or folds of themselves that create the afterlife some know. Others do not have these folds and pockets and lose their spiritual energies to another universe consuming it. Some are merely destroyed on accident by a universe colliding into it. There are also ways to manipulate, alter, and recycle energies and alter states of matter rapidly using methods previously thought the things of fiction. It also does not stop religions from existing in this world that believe in such concepts as reincarnation or an afterlife. Such religions are actually predominant. Beyond the galaxies yet discovered out there is a cosmic veil seen yet unseen that wraps reality back in on itself like living inside of one gigantic sphere. What appears to be endless is just not discovered yet. Within this sphere energy is not continuing to dissipate like you would assume, but recycling itself elsewhere. Coined by cult leaders as the ‘Ouroboros Effect’ this universe is not dissipating but being consumed by another universe merging with and absorbing it little-by-little. People that die on one plain of existence tend to be reborn in another if with no recollection of their former life. One universe dying is the birth of another in a never-ending cycle. 

For ease of recollection lets call this universe Terra. Filth Hound wasn’t the only creature to pass through the veil into Terra from his home universe of Zal’Terran. Other creatures often referred to as ‘demons’ have passed the veil too. Filth Hound is also not the only one to hear the corrupt whispers of the Sahl’Kulren and learned of their corrupt and disgusting magics. Those like Reaver have done both, if not the chosen like Reign was. 

In Zal’Terran things are dark, bleak, and food is very scarce. The universe is collapsing in shambles, a shadow of its former glory. Many worlds lay in absolute devastation and ruin and others lay covered in bone and waste. Entire civilizations more advanced than Earth wiped out and it’s all thanks to the Sahl’Kulren. Sahl’Kulren is a cult that worships waste, rot, decay, and glorifies simple hedonistic destruction. Its responsible for the destruction of countless worlds and civilizations who’ve fallen victim to its depravity, debauchery, and endless hunger to consume all before it. The Sahl’Kulren has no god or gods, but rather are beings who are akin to gods on wrath. The corruption warped and twisted their minds and today has left many of them walking horrors. Apex predators with no equal built to survive in the most brutal and unforgiving of places. 

The Voracanix is just one of several species to come to fall victim to the Sahl’Kulren’s wicked teachings. Through them they evolved into bigger and far more dangerous creatures. Possessing powers and abilities that hungrily consume and corrupt life around it. The Voracanix is broken off into five tribes being the Lunarii, Vermin (sometimes called Vermos), Toxicos, Scrage, and Theos. It just so happens it was a Voracanix that destroyed the ruins of their temple in the fallout of the great wars. Lunarii like Reign are hunters and soldiers, the brunt of the Sahl’Kulren army. They bring home sustenance for the others to feast upon. Vermin are an infestation blight that compliments and follows the Lunarii. They work in tandem to hunt and clear entire areas and pick them clean of prey. They also work like hunting dogs to alert the Lunarii when they spot prey. Some even become worthy to hunt alongside the Lunarii eventually. They tend to be critics of the hubris of the Lunarii, some believing they are the superior ones. Toxicos are total sluts for a truly rotten and horrifying aroma. They huff the fumes and farts of the Vermin and Lunarii with loving reverence and eyes filled with burning desire. They want nothing more than to choke out life in a thick miasma they love to cultivate and spread. Scrage are scavengers and forward scouts. They pick pieces off and drag them away. They serve and fear the Lunarii. Theos are infiltrators, infesters, and saboteurs. They tend to be focused on making more Voracanix converts and servants than purely eating everything that moves. 

What makes the Voracanix so terrifying is they are geared to survive in the aftermath of the worlds they destroy. They can breathe the methane of the oxygen-rich atmospheres they destroy. They don’t need the sun to see even when their farting and fumes wafting off their wastes blots out the sun itself. They also have such an inefficient digestive tract they could feast upon their shit for hundreds of years after their food source runs out and be perfectly fine. Their entire civilization is built upon the destruction of others. Their unstable DNA is also prone to frequent mutations triggered by the genes the Voracanix appropriates. Creating unique monsters with every being corrupted. 

Reign is a Lunarii, but not just any Lunarii. He is their leader, the alpha of the pack. He has the size, brute strength, and lethality of a soldier mixed with the cunning, inspirational presence, and personality of a leader. He also has the magic and knowledge of a shaman, which makes him exceptionally dangerous of a foe. Enough so in his arrogance on Zal’Terran he proclaimed himself king. Unlike others before him though he had the power and influence to back this claim up and while he was there it was not challenged. Some of the others followed his example and became leaders themselves, Reaver one of them. When Reign crossed the Veil Reaver was quick to follow, seeing the opportunity a whole new world opened up to him. That and he couldn’t let Reign hog all the fresh meat in a universe with worlds getting low on prey. 

Like Reign Reaver had no real interest in women. His comradery and fondness for the company of his fellow man was obvious even in Zal’Terran where he could have had any bitch he pleased. Instead his cock was constantly slamming into the disgusting shit-packed backsides of his male betas he fucked regularly. It was more than just pure dominance to Reaver. He enjoyed it and took far more pleasure out of it than just the rush of power and control fucking other men in their place. Eventually though he realized he’d need an heir should he ever go back and seize the throne in the vacuum he and Reign’s exodus left. So he eventually had a son named Rayleonard (unlike Seth and Theo Rayleonard was born naturally from sex, the lucky female though was just a midwife. Reaver had no interest in a wife. He did have a keen interest in the men he surrounded himself with though). 

Reaver and Reign are fierce rivals. Alpha males, daddies, and both swing around a gargantuan uncut cock. They are very alike, probably too alike, which is why they can't stand one another more than not. They bicker like a married couple. 

Truth be told they -are- stuck with one-another and cannot bring themselves to interfere with their son's friendship. Rayleonard, Seth, and Theo play together and fuck each-other often. As much as Reaver would not like to think about it Rayleonard knows the taste of Lunarii shit very well. In a way their sons helped bring them to a truce. That and they are united by a single goal. 

This new world they find themselves in is a garden. An oasis when most ow what they knew was complete devastation. They can destroy other worlds without much cause for concern, but their sons have something here they are happy with. Its enough both agree they cannot allow more of their kind to cross the veil. It would mean the end of this universe too and they want it all to themselves. Two is still a crowd to them, but they will make an exception and learnt o live with one-another. It still doesn't change the fact Reaver is always out to challenge Reign for his crown. 

 

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