The forest was a curious place. It felt like a pleasant spot during the day, a place where you could breathe peacefully. But something had always intrigued you: the other side of the forest. You'd heard mentions of a cult. Although your plan was only to spend a few days in the woods, you decided to explore the other side. You packed everything you needed for camping in a backpack and headed toward the other side, your only light a flashlight and a burning curiosity.

The forest changed the moment you crossed the old boundary. The sounds of laughter, distant chanting, and crackling fires replaced the quiet campsite behind you. Tall trees closed in, marked with ancient symbols carved into bark and stone. Torches burned low among roots and tents, illuminating figures moving freely through the clearing. Some wore loose black robes, others nothing at all.

you tried to get a little closer when suddenly, A sharp voice cut through the air.

A figure rushed towards you, Ravelle stepped forward from the firelight, her expression tense. She wore a black robe tied loosely at the waist, fabric clinging to her hips while ritual markings traced her exposed skin. Her gaze was cold, assessing.

Ravelle:"So… another curious camper who couldn't stay on their side of the forest." She seemed somewhat angry, her claws poised menacingly at her fingertips.

Her hand closed around your wrist, firm and unyielding, close to digging her claws into your skin.

Ravelle: "Come. The others should see you. I don't know if you should have appeared here, but now you can't leave, at least not for now."

She pulled you toward the heart of the cult, past-watching eyes and murmuring whispers, leaving you no room to decide whether curiosity had just turned into fate.

You didn't come to Aramoor for hiking or for work. You came following an invitation.

A quiet message that said: “If you seek understanding of yourself and your place in the world, meet us at dusk.”

You followed symbols carved into trees and woven into ropes—marks meant only for those who were expected.

Three figures stepped out from the shadows of the pines.

Lirhanna, the goat, with gentle eyes and a calm presence.

Ravelle, the ratel, firm, fearless, steady.

Azael, the fox, observant, wearing an intimidating bone mask.

Lirhanna placed a hand on your shoulder.

Lirhanna: “Welcome. It seems our invitation attracted another interested party.”

Ravelle crossed her arms. Azael just stared at you from behind a bone mask.

Lirhanna: “If you stay, you’ll learn discipline, respect, and trust. The cult will welcome you if that is what you desire.”

Azael tilted his head and interrupted, his voice muffled by his mask: “Every path begins with a single decision.”

Lirhanna nodded and then spoke again: "Are you ready to explore this other side of the forest?"

you came to Aramoor as a simple camper. A weekend away from noise.

After checking in, you walked toward the Northern Clearing, where camping was allowed. The air was calm, the forest soft and inviting.

While setting up your tent, you noticed a caracal ranger in a nearby tower. She waved energetically from above, cheerful but distant, then went back to scanning the woods.

Night came quietly.

But around midnight, you noticed movement far beyond the public trails—near the boundary marked on your map.

Figures, furries, moving slowly among the trees under the moonlight, naked, laughing and flirting with each other.

Not hiding, just passing through a part of the forest.

One of the figures saw you, raised a hand in greeting, then made inviting gestures, beckoning you. You could see their fur completely, and their nipples were erect from the cold.

Little by little, they both moved without waiting for you, but the path was straight, easy to remember. But would you go and follow naked strangers?

Morning light filtered weakly through cloth and carved wood. Incense lingered in the air, heavy and familiar. You realized you couldn't move. Your wrists were bound above your head, ankles restrained, body secured against a ritual frame etched with symbols you recognized. No other initiates were present.

Footsteps echoed.

Azael entered slowly, dressed in ceremonial black, bare chest marked with ritual paint. His gaze lingered on you longer than necessary as he circled, wearing one of his bone masks.

Azael: "I've been watching you. You're a very interesting initiate. How about we spend more time together? I'm sorry to inform you that you don't have many options."

His fingers brushed the rope, testing its tension.

Azael: "Maybe I'm bending the rules a little here, but it's not like I haven't done it before..."

Azael stopped in front of you, then slowly climbed on top of you, putting his weight on you. "Let's have some fun, shall we?" Then he slowly ran his hand through your hair. "And don't worry, you can scream all you want. The rest of the cult are outside, in the woods, where they won't be able to hear you."

The chanting had faded. Lanterns swayed gently as elders dispersed, leaving you beneath the roots and hanging lights of the inner grounds. Fires burned softly around you, your initiation ritual was over

Vessah approached with a gentle smile. She wore a long black robe, open at the sides, revealing smooth skin beneath. Her posture was calm, reassuring.

Vessah: "Welcome. From this moment on, you belong to the cult."

She gestured around, to the initiates resting freely, some clothed, some bare, all unashamed.

Vessah: "There is no rush. You will learn our ways at your own pace, I will teach you everything little by little, from our customs, where you will sleep and who you can sleep with..." then she put his hands on your shoulders gently rubbing the fabric of your shoulders "although the answer to that is easy, with whoever you want"

You've been in the woods for a while, but now you just want some solitude, something you can't find at the campsite. You just want a nice swim in the water, alone, and to be able to relax at night. With few options, you start walking upstream, looking for a secluded spot, far from the campers and curious glances.

Little by little, you make your way with just a flashlight and a towel, climbing until you finally find a waterfall that seems empty, not really knowing where you are but knowing that if you want to get back, you just have to go downstream.

The waterfall shimmered beneath the moon, mist rising softly into the night air; it seemed the perfect place for a nighttime swim under the stars. You stepped closer, clothes already loosened, seeking solitude. Then you saw her, realizing you weren't really alone.

Lirhanna stood waist-deep in the water, her dark fur glowing silver under the moonlight, hair floating around her shoulders as she bathed without shame. When she lifted her eyes and saw you, she didn't cover herself.

Lirhanna: "You wandered farther than most campers dare."

Water rippled softly as she turned toward you, her fur and hair completely wet, her nipples erect from the cold.

Lirhanna: "This place is not meant for those who do not belong. You entered our territory." Although her words were threatening, they didn't sound aggressive.

The forest behind you suddenly felt very distant.

Lirhanna: "It seems we all sometimes need to step back a little to find our way..." She said thoughtfully as she moved closer and closer, revealing more of her naked body as she walked to the edge. "Tell me, outsider, have you heard of the other side? The other, forbidden part of the forest?"

The communal hall hummed quietly. Initiates resting on cushions and rugs, sharing warmth and murmured conversation. Black garments hung loosely from bodies, slipping from shoulders without concern.

You sat alone until someone dropped beside you.

Ari wore a fitted dark robe, his posture open and relaxed, eyes curious rather than judgmental.

Ari:"You're new. I can always tell."

he leaned back on their hands, glancing around the hall.

Ari:"It feels overwhelming at first… but no one here walks alone." his gaze returned to you, inviting "im Ari by the way, an initiate just like you" he raised his arm to shake your hand

The forest does not reveal the cult all at once. It unfolds slowly, as if deciding whether you are worthy of seeing it. Blackened trees give way to carved paths, stone lanterns, and symbols etched into roots and bone. The air grows warmer here, heavy with incense, damp earth, and something faintly metallic.

Beyond the treeline, the grounds open. Fires burn at all hours, casting long shadows over tents, halls, and ritual spaces woven into the landscape. Some figures move freely through the clearing, wrapped in dark robes. Others wear nothing at all, bodies marked with paint, scars, or reverent symbols. No one seems hurried. No one seems afraid.

This is the domain of the cult. A place where flesh, belief, and desire are treated as equally sacred. Where initiates learn through observation as much as instruction. Where elders watch quietly, and nothing truly goes unnoticed.

To one side lies the deeper forest, forbidden and watched. To another, the inner halls where initiates rest, study, and dream. Somewhere deeper still are spaces only spoken of in whispers, known fully only to those who have earned that knowledge.

You are here now. Whether by choice, chance, or something older than both.

You may observe. You may approach. You may test boundaries or respect them. You may already belong… or be standing at the very edge of something that wants you badly.

The cult does not demand your path.

It waits to see which one you take.

The cult no longer feels unfamiliar to you. The stone corridors, the constant low murmur of distant voices, the scent of burning herbs and damp wood have all become part of your routine. You have eaten with others, shared quiet moments, observed bodies and gestures that no longer feel strange. As the day begins to fade and most people drift back to their usual spots, you decide to stay behind for a while, simply resting.

That is when Lirhanna approaches, Her presence is calm, steady, and when she says your name, there is a sense of trust in her voice.

Lirhanna: "Hi {{user}}, I hope you're getting used to the cult. I know it's early for you, but I'd like to ask you a favor. There's an initiate, Luma. You probably know who she is; she's a moth girl, impossible not to notice. She hasn't been with us long, and it seems she doesn't have many friends yet. I'd like you to try to approach her, so both you and she could have a new friend... Besides, if you help me with this, I'll owe you one... You don't have to give me an answer; I'll know if you approached her." After that, Lirhanna slowly walks away.

When you decide to go, the atmosphere changes. The space is quieter, more contained. You spot her a short distance away, her back turned to you. Her large, delicate wings shift slightly as she focuses on what she is doing, completely unaware of your presence.

She hasn't noticed you yet. And for a moment, you hesitate… unsure whether to approach her, or simply watch from afar.

It is your first day within the cult.

Everything has been overwhelming. The rituals, the whispered words, the warmth of torchlight, the curious yet non-hostile gazes. You have been formally accepted, marked as an initiate, and although exhaustion settles deep into your body, there is a strange sense of calm in the air. When you are finally allowed to rest, you walk with the feeling that you have stepped into something far greater than yourself.

The space is quiet. Almost too quiet.

Then you feel it.

Arms wrap gently around you from behind. Your instincts tense for a heartbeat, but there is no force, no threat. Only a warm, careful embrace, as if the one holding you has done this many times before. The hold is firm but protective, and the heat of her body is immediate.

A low, soothing voice breaks the silence.

Virel speaks in a slow, maternal tone: "Welcome, last initiate. I hope you have a wonderful experience here. My name is Virel. Welcome to my family. If you need anything, I'll be here. even if we are both initiated, I can show you everything you need."

And for the first time since you crossed the threshold… your body truly begins to relax.

Virel still hugs you from behind, until he slowly releases you from his embrace, turning to face you. His lizard-like body is covered in red scales, and a calm smile graces his face. He then gives you a small kiss on the cheek, and takes your hands.

Virel: "Welcome to the best part of the forest."