0.0.5 Species Basic Information-

Species Name: Voracanix
Pronunciation Guide: Vore-ä-canix
Species Name (Plural): Voracanii
Species Origin: The Outer Dark / Everglow Glade
Family: Voxeres Plagas
Species Progenitor: Catharsis
Habitat: Minas, Solas, possible other Planets/Universes
Canon: Filthville Universe Canon (FUC)

Species Harbingers:
Reign Filthrea the direwolf - (Filth Hound)
Reaver Canteli the rat - (Filth Hound)
Luka the Canine - (Filth Hound)
TJ the Firecat Cheetah - (Filth Hound)
Qaz Filthrea the hyena - (Player's OC)

What are Harbingers?:
Harbingers are the equivalent of gods among Voracanii. The strongest, fastest, most agile, most intelligent, most skilled, and deadliest of the Voracanix race at the apex of their power and might. It is rumored in some corners the power of some Harbingers like Reign may even eclipse that of Catharsis himself. Catharsis having offered himself to Reign once before to devour and absorb his remaining essence to be not his host but the devourer of the last part of himself not yet having found a host. 

As of writing this in the canon this has not yet happened if it is to at all. What is noted is Catharsis does act submissively to Reign who very affectionately calls his father a massive faggot. It is planned Reign will devour Catharsis at some point and absorb what remains of his essence to increase his own power to that of a Category Five Mora with part of the soul of a Suhra Deos Mora. Should this happen it would render Reign impossible to kill so long as part of Catharsis remains. 

Reign already displays terrifying resilience to damage and 

Average Lifespan: Eternal unless forcefully and most likely violently ended.

Aging: Voracanii stop visibly aging around 25-30 years of age. From there they only continue to change unless they get stronger/more muscular or fatter by contrast. 

Hours Active: Nighttime/Nocturnal. Being awake during the day does happen if uncomfortable. Darkness only makes you appreciate the light all the more honestly anyways. Ultraviolet light (UV Light) is harsh of Voracanii retinas. THis natural discomfort make them predisposed to darkness and nighttime hours. 

Gender Diversity: Voracanii are a diverse group that can span the spectrum in terms of preference. They are a species where who you were before hardly matters. Their anatomy of having a cock and balls is biological as it is apart of their sexuality. Even so it’s not unheard of for some of their kind to possess tits and/or a vagina in addition to the male bits. The ones who possess a vagina being -very- fertile at that. Able to breed with almost any species given the highly mutagenic nature of their own kind. The Voracanix cock and balls is a universal part of their anatomy regardless of any other perceived diversity as its a way to feed, not just a mere sex trait.

Species Camouflage Traits: Voracanii have their old appearances they can keep minus some slight differences. Namely the eyes begin to glow and can become more ferocious-looking than normal taking on a serpentine appearance sometimes. Their strength and weight also are preserved even in this old form. Feeling like they are far heavier than they look as a byproduct of this visual deception. This deception is known as 'Husks' which tend to be highly common among many Voracanii, especially the younger generations. 

Husks are what Voracanii spend most of their time in stereotypically, even those like Reign. No judgement is given to those who refuse to shed their husks even temporarily and the hive is known to have support groups for those who have mistakenly around loved ones. While love for oneself and finding friends and family in the most unlikely of places is par-for-the-course with the overwhelming majority of Voracanii. 

Species Communication: Voracanii are typically at the very least bilingual in their original mother tongue from their old mortal life and Voracanii dialect that to most sounds like to others as incoherent chittering and screeching. Depending on the language skills they had a mortal some know many different languages outside of their biological one most find easier and much more comfortable to speak in even if its unintelligible to others. Voracanii are highly social creatures and also always connected mentally to others of their own kind nearby on some level. They can detect and help share emotions and emphasize with one-another on a more intimate level for it. You never bear the load alone as a Voracanix who help their own kind by being a comfort with psychic projection. THeir language reflects this as emotion and feelings are just easier to convey in their dialect that may sound simple, but is anything but. 
 

0.0.6 Species Background-

Before delving too deep into the material its important to understand where this species came from and the dangers of what it is capable of. In their canon universe people are fairly superstitious/religious. Enough to where these creatures are assumed to be demons. Their feeble understanding of the outside universe does not yet have the capacity to understand concepts such as outer-dimensional creatures from another world. Though anything man cannot understand he fears and tends to lump in with the most understandable lines of logic he has, which is branding these creatures as well as others as 'demons.' 

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Voricanii originate from the corruption of Catharsis the progenitor of this race of abominations. Catharsis is a Category Five Suhra Deos Mora. Or simply a Suhra Deos for short as all Suhra Deos are Mora and Category Five simply for being Suhra Deos. Suhra Deos are known for being Mora without a physical form and have to possess people as Avatars to interact with the living on a physical level anyways. 

Catharsis has two such avatars he maintains at once in Solas and Minas. Solas being the land of the living and Minas the land of the dead. Giving their extremely influential nature Suhra Deos are regarded as the most dangerous type of Mora there is. Catharsis being the last Suhra Deos left alive who aligns with the Scourged in values and philosophy. Catharsis while having no body identifies as a male with a flamboyant masculine personality. He is extremely sexual identifying as bisexual by nature. He is ancient, older than mankind has existed, but luckily or unluckily for them he is in love with men and mankind. Male sexuality fascinates and tickles his curiosity overall to the point he has adopted it fully making it apart of his personality. 

Catharsis above all loves chaos. Playing with death and life enjoying the cycle to extents some may not be comfortable with. He loves to treat flesh like playdough for him to mold and shape into exciting and monstrous new shapes and altering how people sexualize things through it. He has very little boundaries and this terrifies the other Suhra Deos who despise him and wish death upon him as a result.  

Despite this and all the wrongs done to Catharsis with his betrayal by his own brother Orias who killed his lover Galdraga. It is the death of the great dragon Galdraga Catharsis used to birth the Voracanix as a species. Galdraga in his dying moments begged Catharsis to consume him to keep the balance of the eastern lands that were already in turmoil. Mora play a critical role in maintaining the balance in Minas. Galdraga's death would have sent the eastern lands into a cataclysm that would have been a blight upon all of Minas had Catharsis not consumed his lover. Rather than hoard all that power to himself he instead fractured it into five pieces he gave to his current-day sons Reign, Reaver, Luka, and Qaz Filthrea of the Filthrea Royal Family. Making each Voracanix a Mora in their own right than merely a more monstrous Scourged. 

Catharsis then to assist his sons took on two sacrifices who gave their bodies for their lord and god they worshipped. Each exceptional in size, stature, and power on their own before they gave themselves to Catharsis fully to let him live inside them even if it drove them to madness. The marge destroyed their consciousness, but their bodies still dutifully serve Catharsis to today as the seven-eyed sabre-toothed tiger and the four-eyed dire wolf. The sabre-toothed tiger the largest and most powerful of the two avatars. Their names are still engraved in Catharsis's palace and pit of depravity in Minas so their names and sacrifice will never be forgotten. Lucious was the name of the dire wolf and Zackarias was the name of the sabre-toothed tiger. Two men Catharsis loved like husbands. 

These two avatars exist to help protect and guide the Voracanii while being an extension of Catharsis to interact with his creations and those he considers family. Like a virus Catharsis can never be killed unless you destroy both avatars and the source of his essence that manifests as an abyss of tendrils and eyes in the sky in his home of Lalonga Plateau, the location of his palace and acting temple dedicated to his glory. To accomplish all three tasks something the Guardians and even Orias himself have been unable to do. The Guardians fear the seven-eyed cat they refer to as 'The Multi-Eyed Cat,' a figure referenced as both a god or the messenger of gods in ancient civilizations all over Minas. Attacking Reign's spawn is usually a sure-fire way to enrage Catharsis who is highly protective of his grandsons as the most vulnerable in the family. He knows his sons usually can handle their own, but ever since Galdraga's death letting his family die to him is like letting Galdraga die twice, something completely unacceptable to him. As such he will put himself in harms way even to protect his family and values his time with them greatly. 

As-such the voracanix is a creature more akin to some horror from the outer dark than something of normal flesh and blood. Terrifying in the way it insidiously invades the consciousnesses of others. Enraptured in Catharsis’s eternal song of pleasure and selfish hedonistic indulgence. What is life other than what we make of it? What if we had the ability to take what we perceive as reality and twist and turn it into a more perverse and monstrous version of itself? Taking your strengths, skills, and talents and manifesting them in amazing physical ways. Then you have the peculiar situation that is with the Voracanix. A mimic species so incredibly unique its one of a kind in its unique role in Minas. The Voracanix is a unique horror of a beast in the sense it’s a monster that doesn’t play by genetic rules. It is more or less the embodiment of perfection in a species that so rapidly adapt to their surroundings that their evolutionary curve was unparalleled. The Voracanix is a captain without a ship, a species so genetically diverse its potential is terrifying as it is unlimited. Though given Scourged this depraved and shameless its hard to imagine them as anything less than monsters even if their no different than us on the inside. They are a sentient species socially advanced on a level many would never assume. They are all too often passed off as mindless monsters much to the anguish of their opponents.

The Voracanix is a ferocious and prolific predator that among other beasts is at the very top of the food chain because their prey is man, a creature they know all too well from having been them at one point.  A carnivore with a terrifying appetite as massive as their statures tend to be. Voracanii are classified as mimics as they are a conglomerate of parasitic organisms able to mix the DNAs of other species into itself and evolve on a cellular level so rapidly it happens before your very eyes. Its so effective the species is unique because its so chaotic and strange. Impossible currently to understand on a scientific level.

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0.0.7 Sexuality and Reproduction-

 

Voracanii breed parasitically as a species except for sexually sometimes as they need no outside assistance to do that. If anything they are the most compatible species known for their hyper fertility. This allows them to sexually breed with females of any species as a result. This said because the Voracanix is essentially one massive hive of demonic parasites that have taken the body of their host and transformed it into something much better. Re-defining the concept of bodily autonomy the Voracanix is a symbiotic relationship between someone or something in minas and millions of parasites in need of a new home inside your body. Some are more familiar with their presence than others who forget they even exist at all some days. There’s no reason to socialize when the two’s mutual needs and aspirations are similar. Becoming a Voracanix an agreement between the host and parasites that you can keep your brain and autonomy so long as you fulfil their needs which are to feed and reproduce as aggressively as possible. You keep your brain but the rest of your body has absolutely got to go. Its so old, fragile, weak, and pathetic it can’t possibly fit -our- needs. Within a Voracanix are a handful of secondary, dominant personalities within the hive. Depending on the psychic sensitivity of the Voracanix they may be aware of this or added quite a few of their own by infusing their friends souls to a new parasite born to rise to dominance in the hive. Preserved within their body on a spiritual level able to give them flesh again even in some cases. The parasite by itself is called the Voxeres Plagas, a parasite that consumes and preserves consciousness in living beings while transforming their flesh into something else. Voxeres Plagas come in the form of what can almost be mistaken for dust, particles that explode high into the sky whenever a Voracanix farts and/or belches. It is found alive and well inside gaseous expulsions and the fecal matter of the species, the parasite at home in conditions identical to inside someone’s colon. They thrive and love to reproduce in shit and an atmosphere of methane more than oxygen.

The 'penis' of the Voracanix is more akin to a mawed tendril than a traditional male sex organ.
Lined with fangs for feeding on prey whole or not so whole depending on the preference of the

Voracanix in question. Several tendrils often times exude from within the shaft when it opens up

to assist in snaring and pulling prey inside. Cockvore being a extremely pleasurable form of 
consuming prey, experiencing intense pleasures arguably better than sex itself when a Voracanix

feeds with his cock. This maw can likewise close to allow the Voracanix to use their appenage like a

more traditional penis. Orgasm after eating prey may cause them to regurgitate what's left of their

last meal with all the ejaculate. Voracanii noted for being able to cum many gallons of genetic

slop at a time. This only scales with the number of prey recently cockvored without orgasm. 

Voracanix ejaculate unlike traditional semen is a gross slurry of genetic material as a byproduct

of Xivali feeding on prey within the ballsac. Voracanii ejaculate containing millions of young Xivali

and this byproduct slurry. Should the Voracanix not be 'into' cockvore the slurry is just a byproduct
of Xivali reproduction within the ballsac that acts as a holding tank for it all more than a traditional

ballsac.  Once a Voracanix feeds with its cock and the Xivali get a taste of the bliss of being able

to break down a living being in their hive they will DEMAND more. Much, much more. Its advisable

not to experiment unless your willing to dedicate to it. Those who indulge will begin to feel a 

ravenous 'hunger' in their ballsac comparable to normal stomach pains from having a empty

stomach. It comes with a myriad of benfiits though as well. Increased production of ejaculate far

above a normal Voracanix in addition to having a larger cock and balls than a normal Voracanix as

the body adjusts and adapts to this new way to feed. For most its a very positive thing. A perfect

marriage of sex and hunger. Two pleasures all Voracanii enjoy immensely in one.

'Urothian Appendages' as they are called are incubator tendrils found on the larger and

more impressive males of the species. These appendages are highly distinct for the sickly

yellow pus-like sacs on the tendril itself that act as incubation chambers for prey consumed by

these tendrils. There is no known better and more effective way to produce potent and powerful

Voracanii than by consuming others with this unique form of anatomy on the Voracanix. These 

tendrils are also noted for having two large mandibles lined with barbs for grabbing and forcing

victims inside the passage a sucker-like tendril comes forth out of to help hook and drag others

inside.

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Exposure to Voracanii corruption in however small doses leads to full corruption that results in partial corruption or transformation. Exposure able to come in many forms as well. Only in rare cases does it ever involve the death of the infected.

0.0.8 Voxeres Plagas-

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‘The Parasite’ as it is called by many factions in the Filthville Cannon refers to Voxeres Plagas, the source of the infection that creates a Voracanix. This condition is extremely contagious as it is unique in how it effects most people.

97% of all people exposed to Voxeres Plagas will by default reject the infection or never pass the threshold needed to become a fully-fledged Voracanix. Those who resist it are seen as prey/food by the infected. The 3% however reach full infection anywhere from two minutes to two months depending on exposure and method(s) of infection. Among diseases none are quite as unprecedented in how aggressive they are than Voxeres Plagas.

Luca Filthrea and Alex Lamgrave are the two utmost authorities on the topic of Voxeres Plagas and studying Voracanix physiology and the process of infection all the way to becoming a full-blown monster and being of the outer dark.

Physically and genetically speaking the Voracanix is a entirely different creature than the one it once was. The old cells are consumed and destroyed in favor of the new in those infected with the parasites. Voxeres Plagas refers to the family of parasites that initiate this infection. The virus that assists in taking over the body alongside the parasites is designated as ‘Vopulai Voxix,’ a highly aggressive and highly infectious disease that targets anthros specifically. It is surmised the parasites are the delivery vehicles for the Vopulai Voxix to infect new hosts with during the parasitic invasion/takeover of the host body.

Gender and willingness likewise influences incubation rates if only marginally. Female hosts tend to take days longer to fully convert into a Voracanix from male hosts. It does not change the result. Reluctance and fear factor also influence how rapidly the disease spreads. A reluctant host may take significantly longer to fully infect than a willing one who will turn in a fraction of the time of their unwilling counterparts. The less you resist, the faster and more enjoyable the process always is.

Sanguinis Voxix is the onset of this infection when exposed to spores or direct contact with parasites. At this early stage it may be possible to still reverse the effects of infection, but no cure has been yet found to reverse this process. Reign and Luka Filthrea has gone to great lengths to destroy laboratories researching the parasites outside of Filthville. Vopulai Voxix is highly resilient and resistant to all known forms of steroids and antibiotics as well as RNA-based delivery vehicles. This is largely speculated to be a byproduct of how this disease mutates at such a rapid rate modern laboratories have been helpless to keep up with alongside outside interference from the Voracanii to ensure a cure is never found or weaponized against them. Vopulai Voxix evolves at such a terrifyingly fast rate anything developed to even so much as suppress it is automatically useless the moment it can be rolled out on any meaningful scale. This also makes collecting current samples of the virus difficult as well as a result when active Voracanii DNA is no longer the same it used to be for the same creature a week later.

Infection has several avenues a Voracanix must choose from based on their physiology and overall standing in the hive. Leaders in the hive tend to be much larger and more powerful with access to unique powers and traits the others do not. Voxeres Plagas has several species of parasites that exist within the family, they manifest in different members of the Voracanix family based on their skills, talents, and preferences. Five known species are known that make the body of the Voracanix their home. The parasites that live in the brain, balls, stomach, and colon. They are known as Xahlra Voxis, Dragos Voxis, Xivali Voxis, Morden Voxis, and Carrion Voxis.

Dragos are the parasites most important to a new host and are the utmost important to consume and get inside of you once infected by any other parasite. They are for a lack of better words Catharsis’s gift to his children for what they offer, which is life eternal even if their own body manages to somehow fail. When a Voracanix becomes a fully-fledged monster the Dragos have successfully consumed the brain and then reproduced the billions of synapses in the brain, the parasites acting in a community that actively preserves the one thing most precious to a Voracanix, which is memories. The Dragos nest inside the head is the most important part of the Voracanix as it’s the control center for the entire hive that act on the will of the Dragos. Most importantly the Dragos replace themselves the moment one of them dies for any reason and the longevity of this parasite is eternal as they feed on the chemical secretions the brain otherwise enjoys. This makes Voracanii very playful and curious creatures as they are social. They love forming and making bonds with others in addition to all the pleasures life has to offer. Food, sex, a full stomach, taste, certain forms of drugs, and all the other simple yet addictive joys of life. As disgusting and repulsive as they are their social structure is very similar to ours capable of empathy and compassion as much as love. Dragos also make for wonderful interviewers able to press and interrogate prey for information they otherwise would be unwilling to divulge. They have very little limits to the extents they’d go to for that sweet, sweet dopamine hit. To understand their extreme importance memory in a normal brain is maintained by chemical chains and electric synapses that form specific structures within the brain. This is also a contributing reason why memory degrades over time as we age or fail to reuse that same information often. Hence why for many they don’t remember some things from high school that were drilled into their heads as teens from lack of use. Dragos take that information and can preserve it all indefinitely. Imagine taking a picture of what you had to eat one night, tucking it away, and then being asked about it six months later. Most couldn’t tell you what it was, but a Voracanix could remembering what they had to eat six months ago, proven true by producing the picture again. Imagine a filing cabinet of specific memories you can sift through and recall at-will and then you have what makes the Dragos of the hive worth their weight in gold. Their intimate relationship with memory and emotions are the heart and soul of the hive.  

Morden are the troopers inside the stomach ready and eager to meet all the unfortunate souls a Voracanix consumes. They line the stomach’s inside and help break down prey that enter the stomach helping feed the hive that’s always ravenous for more. They enable the Voracanix to digest prey in a fraction of the time a normal stomach ever could with bacteria and stomach acid alone by eating, playing, reproducing, and growing in the wonderful nutrient-rich slop they turn prey into. So small one cannot distinguish them apart from the stomach’s contents. For more empathetic Voracanii they even are a bit of a blessing as they numb the dying victims they feed upon before beginning to eat them alive. Making the process of dying inside a Voracanix’s stomach much more enjoyable than some think. Depending on the preferences of those converted that is.

Carrion are the soldiers of the hive who come out to play when the Voracanix shits. They are a curious parasite that likes creating its own separate hives of living tissue it can construct from the nutrient rich Voracanix shit. Usually resulting in horrid forests of black gooey tendrils. They like invading the corpses of plant matter to build a base for their abominations of nature they construct from the messes Voracanii leave behind. They play a particularly important role in helping sus out the locations of hidden prey and act like a hunter’s snare able to detect and alert nearby Voracanii to the presence of prey while helping attempt to snare and hold them so they can be consumed and the Carrion are rewarded with wonderful fresh torrents of shit to thrive and grow in. When in the ecstasy of reproduction they give off millions of spores that fill the air every time a Voracanix farts or belches. These spores are highly contagious if only slightly infectious. It can rapidly add up over time with continuous exposure all the same. These same spores can be expelled in the body odor of the Voracanix as well.

Xivali are the miscreants that live in the ballsac of the Voracanix, making the testes of a Voracanix act and function more like a second and third stomach than traditional testes. This is because there is no reason for the Vorcanix to have to reproduce sexually at all as long as it has millions of these hungry monsters in its balls. When a Voracanix makes that lovely climb to wonderful, blissful orgasm millions of these organisms are spewed into the Voracanix’s partner. While sometimes harmless to those the Voracanix has affection for they also can eat their prey alive they are spewed into for victims that are seen more as prey than of emotional significance. When spewed inside a fertile womb they completely consume the egg and use the genetic material from it to grow a brand-new Voracanix inside the infected host that will only barely have passing semblance to the mother they were born in. The female host more an incubator than mother. Though the pregnancy historically will either kill or turn the mother into a Voracanix herself. This is what makes the Voracanix such a terrifying predator as they do have a semblance of sexual reproduction that even works with their own kind, allowing them not to always have to rely on corruption alone to create more of themselves.
reproduce.

The most powerful and potent of them all is the Xahlra a psychic parasite contracted by direct eye contact with a carrier of it like Catharsis and a small handful of other Voracanii. Reign is not known to be a carrier of these particularly nasty miscreants. It is the most aggressive form of parasite in the entire family as it is truly unpredictable in how it can transmit. Catharsis has been unwilling to help Luca or Alex determine if showing his image in a mirror, photo, or news broadcast on a television can infect others or not as long as his eyes are open. For Catharsis the intensity of infection varies with the number of his eyes open and staring at an individual at once. With the eyes on his shoulders, back, and neck he has elven eyes in total on his upper torso. Each eye opening increases the intensity of exposure as well as makes it virtually impossible to sneak up on Catharsis unless directly from above or below. Even then he has millions of lesser thralls, beasts, and monsters ready and willing to die for him which gives him eyes in so many more places than your average person assumes.

What is known is Catharsis has several memes tattooed over his body that exude a Class-A Cognito hazard. Unlike internet shitposting, these are anomalous symbols that illicit a unusual and powerful reaction from people who see them. Memes can cause their observers to forget things, experience anguish, fear, distress, paranoia, love, physical pain, insanity, or even cause death. When observing these tribal-like designs on his arms, back, or legs it induces senses of euphoria in the victims who witness them. Many captivated by his presences can’t help but be drawn into the greater Cognito hazard that is his eyes. No avatar of his can deliver the full effects of this Cognito hazard than his feline avatar known to be limited to Minas normally. But nothing stops Catharsis from tugging the boys through a portal straight into Minas to welcome them to the family in person at his temple in Lalonga Plateau. As long as he has footholds in Solas it is also not out-of-question to suggest he can move between realms but chooses not to out of security. Most cannot move between realms like he can traversing the veil with ease.

Attempts to stop Catharsis when attempting to recruit have been met with extreme prejudice and unpleasant consequences for those attempting to stop him. He doesn’t take kindly to those attempting to interrupt him and his time with his future sons.

Found Footage: File 13641B – Rosebridge Restricted Archives

“Foolish boys. Did you honestly think I didn’t know you were here to interfere?” one of Catharsis’s devout acting his behalf would speak with his voice. Restraining several agents of a undisclosed faction that attempted to rescue someone from being dragged into Minas. With a snap of his fingers his body began to become semi-solid before their very eyes, a wriggling mass of black tar-like ooze and tendrils. Catharsis was using the body of his devotee to turn it into a doorway of sorts before their very eyes.

“You never gave them a choice!” was a recorded response to this confrontation.

“Oh but I did. How hard is it for you feeble-minded simpletons to comprehend the dilemma that is your just utterly -terrified- of everything you don’t understand without even knowing what it is? I already know all there is to know about my latest son. His name, his age, his story where he came from, the filthy desires trapped within him I intend to let loose. Now apart of the filth… the orgy that is the bliss of being with us. I didn’t kidnap him you fools I set him free to be what he always wanted to be. Free from those like you,” Catharsis’s voice can be heard chortling, mocking the agents for their lack of understanding. The video begins to show the pool of black ooze shifting and changing with something beginning to emerge before it cuts out. Parts of this film have been redacted and erased as a result, but the later half of the footage remains.

It fast-forwards to the room being enveloped in veins of black liquid with the building beginning to become undone at the seams. The veins like arteries pulsing and throbbing, the agents floating aloft in the air with the lowly footsoldier still there, licking the ballsac of the actual saber-toothed tiger avatar standing in Solas of all places. A wolf by his other side all covered in black ooze and moaning, a massive cock between his legs throbbing and spurting corrupting fluids while he kisses the other side of those gargantuan balls of the avatar that grins down on the terrified agents unable to run, move, or look away.

“Love you dad,” can be heard from the half-transformed young man whose eyes are already glowing a bright purple, a long corrupted tongue swirling around Catharsis’s ballsac. He whimpers in obvious euphoria, hands feeling over the sex of avatar’s throbbing, spurting spires. Twin equine cocks throbbing hard above the avatar’s own head in what can only be described as anticipation.

“Love you too son. Daddy needs to take care of these ignoramuses and we’ll be right off. Just focus on welcoming it all inside you, son. Your brothers are all so very eager to meet you,” Catharsis chimes happily before his demeanor harshens turning to the panicking soldiers.

“I’m not unaware of the wireless signals emitting from those body cameras of yours. I’ve allowed them to keep recording till this point. I am very familiar with your technologies having a number of you mortals already in my ranks. This being said I am feeling ‘merciful’ today. You’re not as loud-mouthed as some of the others have been so I’ll allow one of you to be a messenger. The others get to join us today,” he’d muse, grinning over the nervous group of three.

“This is madness,” one would protest, only to be suddenly silenced by a gooey black tendril surging past his lips and down his throat.

“This is mercy when you are all so very terrified of me clinging to what you perceive as your own autonomy without knowing a single thing about what I do to those I rescue from their mundane lives. Mercy I don’t feel none of you deserve, belligerent boys sometimes need a good spanking after all. Some tough love,” Catharsis mused, the one beneath him whimpering and reeling as tendrils began to aggressively invade his ass and mouth. The ooze having now engulfed his form entirely.

“I used to play games with boys like you three. I’d ask you which of you do you think deserves to flee and which ones stay. The answers though always bored or disgusted me and none of you boys want to offend me by souring my mood further proving to me how you’d cannibalize each-other,” he chuckles rather darkly, his voice taking on overtones that echo throughout the disintegrating room. Revealing pure chaos outside with a purple sky abyss the building is lifting up into in fragments. Gravity and seemingly sanity itself having abandoned this area. The outside a whirlwind of chaos. Its then seen this footage is no longer taking place in Solas but hovering in a column of light above Lalonga Plateau as its been described by those from Minas. Anytime the camera bounces up the video cuts out to prevent the viewer from being exposed to the writhing mass of tendrils and eyes in the sky. Its still not known how Catharsis could have dragged the entire building into Minas. Its obvious the three men are hysterical in abject terror seeing their surroundings and having to come to terms with being utterly helpless in the face of this god of the outer dark. The fragments of the room only held together by the tendrils at this point.

“Partially infect me then and allow me to deliver the message. Give me the choice to give it up or accept it all and deliver your message,” one in the group spoke up. This made Catharsis cock an eyebrow, having not anticipated a volunteer so readily.

“Finally. A smart lad with a good head on his shoulders,” Catharsis chuckled, tugging the man in closer through the air, closer to him until he hooked a claw underneath that chin.

“Why risk it when you don’t know what’s on the other side? That’s what you and your peers fear is it not? Losing what makes you yourself. Your precious values warped and twisted with it all,” Catharsis growled, baring his fangs some at the obviously terrified man.

“Because if what you say is true your not eager to kill and we shouldn’t have to fear for our lives from you. You just perceive yourself as a new world order if anything. A next stage in evolution. If that is true I have nothing to worry about,” the man, a cheetah in his early 30s stammered. The sabre tooth tiger merely just grinned oh-so widely before laughing rather darkly by nature.

“Hahaha. Ancients alive the BALLS on this one. I admire that. You’d go far in our collective. You amuse me so lets put this theory to the test then mmm? Let the two of you spectators see what happens when you know how to open your mouths and close a deal,” Catharsis mused, before the feline felt that tiger’s thumb and index finger tug his chin upwards.

“You were warned not to do it. So do it boy. Stare into my eyes and see part of the truth the others have kept from you from the beginning. I’ll leave enough of you intact so you can make the choice yourself. Though once you see it for yourself I think you’ll make the right choice. I am a man of my word though. Consider yourself lucky. Few get the honor of choice like this,” Catharsis purred, before the cheetah hesitantly locked eyes with the far bigger behemoth of a man.

The cheetah’s eyes widened meeting his and the footage cuts to the others watching the cheetah spasm and convulse, catching bits of his eyes that begin to turn purple, taking on a light of their own as he began to gasp, slack-jawed. He can’t help but moan out in a sort of twisted form of what can only be described as extreme pleasure. Tendrils coming up his legs to embrace him as Catharsis doesn’t look away, staring into his eyes as he kisses him.  

“Thaaat’s it Neil my dear boy. Keep staring. Don’t back away from it now. Mmmm you feel much, much better than I thought you would,” Catharsis purred, calling the agent out by name when none of them had introduced themselves prior. The others looking on in horror as the black ooze over Catharsis’s body began to drip and pour over the cheetah’s skin, soaking in under the body armor and taking over his fur-covered surface at a terrifying rate.

“Such a shame you had such a stressful upbringing young one. I can take all those burdens away for you. I like you. You don’t have to be my messenger if you don’t want to. Ask me and I’ll give you everything you desire and so much more. Family, love, pleasure boundless and unending. You’ll never have to worry about these petty mortal limitations again that stop you from getting what you want. I promise you that. Your struggle ends when you want it to dear Neil. All these worries and pain, you no longer need it with me. I won’t burden your heart with something as petty as delaying the bliss and pleasure you deserve,” Catharsis commented, Neil’s former partners screaming and protesting until tendrils silenced both their maws. The video cuts out again only to return a few minutes later.

The agent known as Neil whimpered, tail going limp with his resistance as he felt his chin get lifted up and Catharsis kissed him again, this time much deeper. Tongue-on-tongue the man’s knees buckled and toes curled mid-air as his cock throbbed so very hard it almost hurt. Chest pounding with the excitement.

“P…p-please,” Neil could only but stammer, a burning passion in his very soul that wanted this so very much. His head swimming with thoughts light and abuzz with pleasures he’d never seen or known before. It was overwhelming as much as it felt so very good he wanted more.

“Tell me you two. Can your so-called masters guarantee your life and pleasures unending if your serve? Do they actually know your names never to forget them? Do they truly wish your happiness? Do they have genuine investments in you or are you cogs in a machine? Are they worth dying for? Serve me and you and all your needs will be taken care of never wanting for any petty mortal conception you can contrive,” Catharsis cooed as the rapidly transforming Neil mewled out, the ooze covering more and more of his form. Catharsis looked him deeply in the eyes and the two kissed in a loving embrace, the feline moaning into the tiger’s mouth as he welcomed him totally into the collective. Tugging him higher, rubbing his twin spires against his newly-created devotee. Pulling down further to rub up between his legs. The tiger hooks a claw under the man’s vest and slices it cleanly in half with a single deft movement.

The rest of the video is redacted from record as just viewing the rest of the video gave residual cognitive hazards to those watching the affectionate display began to agree with Catharsis more than oppose him. It was discovered to be very popular fapping material among agents who had fallen victim to the Cognito hazards Catharsis can leave even just being recorded on video. It doesn’t help from his perspective Catharsis is doing nothing wrong. This is the most well-documented account of Catharsis’s corruption that is largely eyesight and/or kissing based. There is no attached information to the file disclosing what became of the other two agents. The video is seen by command as a disturbing reminder of the power Catharsis wields and why their mission is so important. The annihilation of Filthville and its inhabitants to prevent this from spreading.

This faction like Rosebridge is aware of Catharsis and his being contained to Filthville, but they assume he will not honor his word he gave to the Reapers he’d remain in there in his temple of other damned souls brought to his twisted perversion. The current larger threat being Reign and his brothers that did not have to agree to this containment. It alarming how eager many nations in the world are to do business and trade with the micro nation beyond the veil despite their best attempts to cover its existence up.

Despite this people are drawn to this place in droves for one reason or another. Filthville’s GDP the highest there has ever been in history for a nation it’s size. Comparatively its economy is massive as it is a juggernaut international pressures have been helpless to curb. Technologically it’s a marvel without equal even to modern-day rich cities in Solas. All despite looking like a bleak and desperate dystopia ripe with vice from afar. The intrigue of it being in a pocket of existence folded in on itself. A place where monsters and demons live alongside anthros. Curiosities and new adventures around every corner you never know what to expect. It can only be experienced and an alarming amount want to experience it despite bans on allowing people to travel there from certain countries. There are also reasons why Filthville’s media is not covered by most of the world, but if you know where to look online it’s incredible what this small nation is capable of with its own music and cinema industry as well as sports and arts.

A place where the liquor is cheap and sex is both free and open as well as multi-million dollar industry endorsed and promoted by the corporate world. Be whoever you want to be, go wherever you want to go, and do whatever you want to do. Sex and sin are king in this place where the possibilities are only limited by yourself. That is the promise of Filthville and it is absolutely backed up by having more social infrastructure than anyone can imagine within those dirty and grimy walls. The home of the Voracanix in the mortal plain where demons walk alongside mortals. Those not already bound to Filthville eternally anyways. As many know if you die here you stay here. No one who perishes on this archipelago goes to Minas when your already technically there partially anyways. Paradise for thieves and kings alike.

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0.0.9 Diet and Hunting Habits-

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Voracanii are insatiably hungry all the time. Their metabolic rate is so immense not only do they make short work of any and all they consume, but its never enough regardless of how many people they eat. Bliss for a Voracanix is when it is eating, shitting, and fucking all the same time. Sating all its most important needs at once.

The hunger is no joke. Your average human produces one pound of waste in fecal material on a 2000-calorie diet on average for a semi-active person. The Voracanix needs over 50 million calories at the bare minimum a day and churns out shit so forcefully and explosively they are almost efficient as a woodchipper in destroying organic material. They eat and excrete shit in amounts millions of times more than their own body weights. The bigger they are the more that figure skyrockets.

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'Imagine going your ENTIRE life pursuing every little hedonistic desire you have because the mere urge to shit becomes so constant and unbearable that you have to shit hard most of each and every day without fail. Imagine always being hungry and nothing sates it for long. The only thing that puts a dent in it is the high calorie diet of consuming other people whole. Up the ass, down the dick, and down the gullet gives you more pleasure than sex itself in some regards. Now marry those two sensations in some twisted form of pleasure and you got a Voracanix’s MO. It even causes them to form weird social structures that seem all too frighteningly close to our own. Calling each other brother or sister.' -anon

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To put things in perspective your average double quarter pounder from Mc. Dicks (to avoid referencing the actual name) has 417 calories roughly in it. That is nothing to a Voracanix who would need over 119,000 of those burgers to sate the minimal requirements to avoid starvation as a Voracanix. The average anthro body however has an estimated 125,822 calories within it, making it the perfect choice as the most predominant species on the planet that are definably prey to a Voracanix. All you'd need in the contrast is to consume 400 people to sate this DAILY requirement. A healthy Voracanix diet would demand north of 800 people a day to be somewhat content. Solas and its population of 7.9 billion is an all-you-can-eat buffet to the Voracanix. 

The Voracanix hunts in packs with Lunarii working in tandem with Vermin and Embrar to ensure as little prey escape a feeding ground as possible so more prey end up in their bellies and less get a chance to escape and/or run away. Prolific predators in the Voracanix family are capable of consuming more than a million souls within a single day, Reign in his exploits being the most notable of them all. 

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0.1.0 Eyes and Eyesight-

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Voracanii are noted for having eyes that are unnerving to some at night for how they appear to glow a solid singular color. The lack of a visible pupil makes them seem more unrelatable than many mortals are comfortable with and are also unable to see where they are looking as a result. 

As a result though a Voracanix can see very well even in pitch blackness with eyes that produce their own light. This comes with the drawback of being very sensitive to ultra-violet light and light intensities about 600 lux. The pain threshold for a Voracanix resting at 800 lux and intense pain at 1000-1200 lux. 1500 lux and above can cause retina damage or even blindness.

 

A popular noted form of torture used against this species was to lock them up and expose them to high-intensity light for days until driven to madness and/or blindness. This is considered a deplorable and heinous sort of torture Voracanii despise and actively seek vengeance against for their afflicted brethren, especially if it results in suicide.
 

This species is unique in the sense its known for having many different sets of eyes. At least six different eyes at the minimum regardless of anatomy. Additional eyes can form on the face, neck, shoulders, thighs, back, or even the tail itself. Voracanii are known for having very good vision able to see things in detail at distances better than the average anthro. Their highly adaptive and mutagenic nature means poor eyesight or needing glasses is non-existent. If you find a voracanix wearing glasses its for the aesthetic and non-prescription. 

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0.1.1 Mutations and Adaptations-

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Voracanii are terrifying in the sense that every one of their kind are very unique in their own ways. No one Voracanix is the same. Some traits are universal while others are not.

The healing and growing process for a Voracanix is tied to how many they are willing to consume to achieve such results. Voracanii can regenerate destroyed or injured flesh and bone without need for medicine or a doctor as well as repel outside bacteria in ways that make getting an infection extremely unlikely even when living in a toxic environment riddled in filth and overflowing with germs and contaminates no normal anthro could ever survive in. 

Voracanii do feel fatigue and need to sleep. Your average man can become fatigued and need rest anywhere from sixteen to twenty-two hours of being up without sleep. A Voracanix can reach that level of fatigue after being active for 36 hours instead of 22 and still only need 6-8 hours of rest despite being very active prior. With adrenaline pumping they can go almost 72 hours without sleep, but generally need more sleep when they finally crash as a result. Insomniacs within Voracanii ranks are possible if very few in number. Insomnia can theoretically extend active periods from 36 hours to as much as 192 hours without seriously detrimental repercussions to performance. No Voracanix has ever died from sleep deprivation, but its theorized to be possible. 'Acute Sleep Debt' is vastly different for Voracanii versus a normal anthro in the sense a Voracanix's need for sleep is drastically much, much lower than a normal anthro's and the only way for a Voracanix to die from lack of sleep is sustained sleep deprivation. Dragos can rejuvenate and keep themselves functioning at optimum levels way past anything a normal mortal brain is capable of doing. This all being said a Voracanix can mimic a normal anthro's sleep schedule even if its not needed. 

Voracanii tend to be far taller, faster, stronger, bigger, and possess greater reflexes than a normal man to the point there is little comparison between the two. They can benchpress weights no one their size and muscle build normally should be able to lift with strength that rivals the super-anthro in equivalent. Their bodies are extremely strong and resilient to damage and the elements. 
 

0.1.2 The Brain and Memory-

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Voracanii have a unique advantage over other species with the hive mind and the unique nature that instead of a traditional brain if you opened up their skull its a mass of wriggling and writhing parasites in that skull. This is what makes Voracanii the most terrifying because they can survive events even if it causes their body enough trauma it actually fails. 

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Catharsis does not allow his creations to 'die,' not in the traditional sense anyways. No he loves his monsters and abominations too much to see them fail. 

Not only can they communicate with one-another telepathically over vast distances, they can preserve their memories and personality on a level no other living creature can. The parasites that make up their brain can replace and regrow themselves at a terrifyingly fast rate. Dragos are highly unique in the sense they thrive on and crave bodily secretions the brain adores like dopamine and adrenalin. As such Voracanii tend to be sex addicts and thrill junkies in general. Sex being the best and most intense experience the Dragos can feel that they absolutely adore, rewarding the body with feelings of euphoria akin almost to being high sometimes to encourage complete debauchery. 

This does mean though even if the body sustains enough trauma to die you can't destroy what makes the Voracanix themselves that can jump to a new body at-will. The parasite owns up to its namesake in the sake the Voracanix has a unique advantage over other species this way. As long as a suitable host is nearby a Voracanix can leap to other bodies and use them to reform and reconstitute themselves. Voracanii cellular regeneration extremely rapid in how tissues repair and replace themselves almost before your very eyes.

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0.1.3 The 'Husk' and Appearances-

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Voracanii do NOT need to give up their old mortal appearances if they choose not to. The mortal shell offers a number of benefits to it the fully-released form does not. Some just don't like or prefer being in their true forms preferring to exist and live among mortals and enjoying a more normal life. This is not scorned or looked down upon. 

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It is limiting however in what it allows a Voracanix to do. As with all things there are upsides as well as down. 

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THE GOOD-

1. You are shielded more from the sun. The tolerances to high-intensity light are higher for the shell form than the released. 

 

2. You can try to preserve parts of your old life and maintain your old social life as well without much interference. 

 

3. Your ass tends to get substantially larger in your mortal form to accomodate your needs to shit and fart hard for hours on-end. You can effectively forget about actual, literal toilets when they will become a nuisance when your average loads will overflow pools and fill buildings to the brim at their smallest. The entire world is your toilet to shit and piss in. Stretching yourself further doesn't allow you to shit it out faster as much as shit more for the same lengths of time you used to, still encouraged all the same.

THE BAD-

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1. Its not entirely honest. Some forget they are a monster underneath still and have problems later for it. Its a good thing to let the monster out every now and then. A good many though manage with minimal to no difficulty as much as some others may or may not struggle. The important thing is to be true to yourself.

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2. It does not reduce your cravings or food intake demands. You will need to eat just as much in your mortal shell as you would fully-released. The hunger is always constant and unending. 

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3. You do not benefit from your released form's size and unique physiology that can make some things easier. 

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4. Your a heavy mofo regardless of your use of the mortal shell or not. If you weigh five tons as a fully-released Voracanix you will still weigh as much looking like your old self. 

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0.1.4 Infection Detection and Stages -

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Odds are if you do become a Voracanix your average anthro will never come close to wielding the same appetite, powers, and talents as a harbinger. 

0.1.5 The Cure -

To opponents of the Vorcanix the only 'cure' to a voracanix is a bullet to the head. Though most Voracanii at the least are resistant to small arms fire that would normally kill other mortals. Their bodies can sustain damage and trauma that would otherwise be lethal to other creatures. 

Those like Reign are immune to small arms fire including 50-caliber BMG rounds that may actually damage smaller and weaker Voracanii. The bigger concern though being his advanced psionics that are among some of the deadliest Solas has ever seen outside of his father Catharsis. Even Catharsis is not certain if he can best Reign in a fight if it came down to it. He is a man driven by a relentless drive terrifying as it is relentless and restless. 

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Not to sugar-coat it. No known cure exists to the Voracanix situation and once fully infected its impossible to 'cure' something that mutates and changes as fast as the Voracanix DNA line does. 

By speculation alone Catharsis alone would never allow it. Luka and Reign both have gone to great lengths destroying labs and their research into Voxeres Plagas. Anyone who knows about this anomalous species to a large enough degree are hunted down and neutralized if they don't exist within Filthville. Luka has junior researchers dedicated to crawling the internet for information on the Voracanix and Voxeres Plagas. Information that comes out that is accurate is covered up and false information is spread in its place. Those too loud to ignore will have them pry into their very lives until you may have Luka and/or Reign show up on your doorstep. 

If a cure was ever made Catharsis would come out of hiding in Filthville to go on the offensive to protect his children. To see his spawn in agony and/or dying is not something he can accept and will sacrifice himself if it came to it. Not that it would come to such an event. There is not a Voracanix alive that wouldn't willingly put their lives on the line to prevent such an outcome. 

The overwhelming love and support Catharsis has is as unprecedented as it is incredible. Even Reign has shed blood for his father to protect him and his children.