Voraxia

In the shimmering heart of the Feywild, a realm where dreams and reality intermingle, and where every leaf and stone whispers tales of magic, there is a goddess who stands as a beacon to all things wild and free. Her name is Voraxia.

Voraxia is often depicted as a powerful satyr, with elegant, curling horns that gleam like polished obsidian, and eyes that hold the myriad colors of the forest. Her fur is a lush shade of mossy green, blending seamlessly with the woods she calls home. Upon her back, she carries a bow carved from the oldest oak, its string made from the silver threads of moonlight.

Voraxia's following is as diverse as nature itself. They are called the "Sylvanshade," a collective of fey beings that revere the wild. Among them are centaurs, pixies, sprites, dryads, and other fey creatures. They wear garments made of leaves, feathers, and natural elements, mirroring the colors of the dusk and dawn.

The Sylvanshade are hunters, but not of beasts. Instead, they hunt secrets, experiences, and emotions. Under Voraxia's guidance, they believe that the true essence of the hunt is not in the kill, but in the chase, the connection with the prey, and the understanding of the world's rhythms.

Once every lunar cycle, the Sylvanshade gather in a sacred glade within Lunasilva. Here, they perform the "Moonlit Dance," where they reenact the eternal dance of predator and prey, celebrating the balance of nature. The dance ends with a song sung in the ancient tongue of the fey, invoking Voraxia's blessings.

Many tales are told of Voraxia. One of the most famous is that of the "Lost Prince." It tells of a mortal prince who wandered into the Feywild and got lost in Lunasilva. Bewitched by its beauty, he forgot his past and started hunting the creatures of the forest. Angered by his actions, Voraxia appeared before him. Instead of punishing him, she opened his eyes to the magic around him. The prince, realizing his mistakes, vowed to protect the forest. He was then transformed into the first of the Sylvanshade, becoming Voraxia's most loyal guardian.

To the beings of the Feywild, Voraxia represents the untamed spirit of nature, the thrill of the chase, and the balance between taking and giving. Her teachings have fostered a deep respect for life in all its forms. Her woods are considered sacred, and even the most formidable of fey lords tread carefully within Lunasilva.

To this day, Voraxia's legend remains a testament to the wild spirit that exists in every heart and the eternal dance of the hunter and the hunted.