Detritus had wearily risen from the Primordial Soup, a hulking beast of wings, and eyes, and tails. The land had much in need of rot, and so it began to delicatly weave it's trail of decay as it crept through the world. Learning more about the inhabitants of its new home through feast and fall.

It's been many a year since that first awakening, and their form has changed a lot with the flow of time. They yearn for new experiences, more knowldge from beyond their withered forest, new life to decay under their gossamer touch. Holding a more humanoid form is a struggle thus far, but they are patient, and will come to manage themselves in time.