Infobox
Property Value Name Kilui Aliases — Category Races Is Subrace No Origin North Mangfold Status Stable Maturation 14 – 16 years Lifespan < 85 years Fertility 1.6 – 1.95 Height 160 – 165 cm Weight 52 – 60 kg Deity Omnivorous Reproduction Sexual Genders Male\Female Bio Traits — Vulnerabilities — Dist Feature Animal Gene Traits
Overview
An artificially engineered race, brought forth through the arcane technologies of antiquity by splicing modified animal genetics with the human genome. While human in silhouette, they bear distinct bestial markers: tails, tufted ears, or localized pelage upon the skin. In certain instances, their physical likeness to the progenitor animal gene may be uncannily pronounced.
The behavior of the Kilui may appear alien to human nature; however, unlike the volatile Zoomorphs, they possess unparalleled self-restraint. Their capacity for mastering their internal impulses often far exceeds the vaunted morals and principles of humanity itself.
Physiology & Psychology
Children Above All
Two fox-children burst into the hall…
— “Oh, my precious ones, tell your papa—what have your little fox ears overheard today?”
Sweet children’s laughter fills the room
— “Papa, what are you doing?” — the child inquires. The father, covering a small vial with his hand, replies: — “Mr. Pontius and I were discussing—would you believe it—you! My little foxes.”
Much cuddling and laughter ensues
— “Genesiarch? I beg your pardon, but I must inform you that we have not finished our discussion—” — “That is all for today, Pontius. My fluffy children come before all else.”
Small stature, delayed aging, a human body with the features of a furred beast—in short, the success of the mad Genesiarch Kilu-Ares.
Doubtful Success
Oh, surely. He must simply have not lived long enough to see the moment his “success” glitched and began spawning Zoomorphs.
Kilui exhibit a certain caution toward humans, though the reason remains unknown. They are omnivorous, yet show a marked preference for plant-based food. Like Zoomorphs, albeit to a lesser extent, they possess an animal gene that influences their psyche. There is a hypothesis that this very micro-influence forged a specific tranquility of spirit within them; they succumb to animal instincts far less often than humans do.
You’re right
I should not have done it, yet I did—because I had to.
They rarely suffer from loneliness; instead, they are more prone to suffering from an excess of attention and social overload.
Culture and Society
They tend to associate with their own kind, yet they do not feel diminished or awkward in the company of diverse beings. However, there exist certain “strained relations” with the Xerastess race.
Despite the existence of species-specific tribal formations, the Kilui do not seek a “pack leader,” nor do they aspire to form packs. Their primary habitat is urban centers.
Origin
For long years, the greatest minds of that era were gathered around a single, unified goal: the study of hybridization technology for animal species, which they managed to acquire through archaeological excavations (presumably on the Southern Continent).
Where is North, and where is South?
Who recorded this? Laurus, is that truly you? Have you, perhaps, confused your directions?
After decades of fruitful » soiling themselves in their own filth, that is how “fruitful” it was » work, they managed to decipher a portion of the ancients’ knowledge—and it was enough to craft the unprecedented. For decades, Kilu-Ares and his chosen team experimented with proportions and crystals. In the name of alchemy, countless human lives were squandered, and even more were extinguished by the failed “births” of new species.
From the Memoria of Kilu-Ares, 0-1 Snowfall, 1622 Raia
- For thirty years, I have been purging human frailty from their blood. Today, I sacrificed seven hundred more souls to nourish their metamorphosis with the energy of decay, yet what do I see?
- For an entire day, they tormented my sight with their visual constancy. These females had the audacity to flaunt human aesthetics directly under my supervision, clinging to the guise of ordinary women like a worn-out mask. They refused to demonstrate that bestial truth, that perfect predator’s grace which I had woven into every knot of their nerve endings. This is not merely a delay—it is the biological arrogance of a worthless vessel in the face of its Creator.
According to surviving records, the experiments lasted over 10 years until, finally, a miracle occurred. A servant girl, who had also been subjected to the trials, gave birth to two boys.
After 32 Years of Failure
— “Write, scribe! Write faster, let your ink choke with rapture!”
From the Memoria of Kilu-Ares, 9-4 Snowfall, 1622 Raia
- Oh, great epiphany! How blind I was, attempting to forge perfection with hammer strikes upon a living anvil! I slaughtered them by the hundreds, waiting for the metamorphosis to ignite in their blood like a conflagration and melt their bones in my presence. But flesh is a stubborn thing; it only died and died, unable to bear the majesty of my design.
- Today, I realized my error. Creation must not be “evoked”—it must be bestowed. Look upon them! Two of my creations, two little furry fox-cubs, born from the agonies of that wretched servant. I despised these “imperfect” hybrids proposed by my cowardly assistants. I considered them refuse, a biological dead-end, for they did not change, did not sprout fur, did not reveal the Truth to me. I wished to execute them all for their mediocrity… But this woman… this living womb proved that she was a vessel. The soil!
- I infused her with my will, and she did not merely survive—she carried Life to term. A new species is not born in a laboratory by the gears of engineering arts. It is born in blood, in warmth, and in waiting. Мои сыновья. My little Vulpes-Sapientes. They have my eyes and their rightful, bestial claim to power. More than 30 years of Hecatombs were but a prelude to this first cry in the cradle. Now, I am not merely an Emperor. I am the Father-Magisterium, the Genesiarch!
Kilu-Ares erected a monument to his greatness upon a foundation of thousands of bones, yet at the center of this temple, there was no god. There was only the memory of an old cat. He sought not immortality for mankind nor power over the elements—he simply wished to touch soft fur once more. The history of the Northern Empire knows no crime more horrific than this aesthetic tyranny: when the lives of thousands were sacrificed merely to sate one man’s longing for a lost pet.