Apoldyon/Arktaris

Apoldyon

Arktaris

Long before the world knew seasons, chaos and twilight ruled the land. It was then that, from the highest vaults of the star-born north, a spirit descended—a being formed where a falling star kissed the heart of a cosmic snowstorm. This spirit took the ancient form of the wolf: revered in legend as Arktaris, the Luminous Veil of Winter.

Arktaris was neither of the earth nor sky, but of the silent space in between, a bridge where gravity and light entwined. As the first snows fell, Arktaris ran along the secret leylines woven deep within the world, each step shaping the flow of time, each stride tugging gently at the forces that bind all things. Her fur shimmered with all the colors of dawn and aurora, and her eyes held the memory of both creation’s first light and the endless hush of the arctic night.

Storytellers say Arktaris’s breath spun the northern winds and her howl brought balance, guiding the dance between light and shadow on the longest, coldest nights. It was she who veiled the world in snow, hiding secrets and blessings alike—teaching even the oldest spirits that wisdom is found in silence and that all light, no matter how distant, is bound to gravity’s pull.

When souls are lost in blizzards of confusion or grief, it is Arktaris’s luminous trail that leads them home, her presence a gentle whisper in the stillness, weighing their true selves. On the edge of solstice, it is said that the worthy might see her cross the horizon, a spectral guardian sowing starlight and tranquility, ensuring that neither darkness nor light ever weighs too heavy upon the world.

And in the final aeon, when the stars themselves begin to falter, it will be Arktaris’s solemn duty to gather their last light, shepherding it across the frosted heavens to seed hope and dawn in realms yet unimagined.