Dark Nights & Twinkling Lights

            Fellow member of polite society, I am writing today to tell you there have been whispers, mere rumors, really, telling tales of the glowing eyes in the dark. What they don’t say, however, is how those glowing eyes are not the true object of fear. Those lithe forms, slender yet agile, quivering at the slightest hint of knowledge to be obtained. Ears, shadowy in form, adorning an equally shadow figure. Three figures. Rabbits. These lupine creatures are certainly nothing to coo over. They have been portents of disaster in the form of societal ruin. Wherever they may be spotted, no matter how fleetingly, one would be wise to prepare oneself for the whirlwind to come. There are many who scoff at such an idea, how three small lupine creatures borne of shadows could signal any such destruction. I am writing to tell thee; these portents are to be ignored at one’s own risk.

            Why, look at the once debonair, now debauched, Charolier family. A family who held great influence, and just as great standing within Society, now will only ever be remembered for their prodigal heir’s infamous fall from grace. All for someone of little importance. Some say they fell for a man of snake-like charm, with three lupine figures along his flanks; others say it was the shadowy lupine figures which weave secrets into the very night itself which enchanted the young, foolhardy heir. Wooed and won, loved and left behind, the prodigal heir has all but retreated from all vestiges of Polite Society, nursing no doubt wounds which likely will take years to recover.

            Should you need another example (though I certainly do not), look at the poor darling of the Emersett family house. Forever disgraced and debauched from her scandalous interactions with a darkly handsome figure, cloaked in mysteries. She claims to have seen three lupines dotting her shadows on her walk home that fateful night, and over the following days, proceeded to watch her reputation, so carefully built over her life, crumble to pieces. There are those who are quick to claim it must surely be coincidence, but I ask you, dear reader, what coincidence is there in three lupine figures roaming the night-shrouded streets of Ivras?

            Now, this intriguingly shadow figure which I have seen fit to mention is a man of intrigue in this author’s thoughts, and, perhaps, should be in yours, dear reader, as well. Some may say this idea is unsubstantiated, however I beg to differ. I shall leave the choice in your grasp. Whispers tell of a man named The Rabbit, who meets with others under the shadowy cover of night, three rabbits appearing almost to dance upon his person. Why would they have to hide their features, you may ask? Well, surely because they conduct shady dealings with those who hold malicious intents in their hearts. No one has yet put a name to this mysterious figure, other than such an illustrious alias, but there have been rumors. Of course, there have been. And as your trusted writer, I have taken it upon myself to filter amongst the chattel to find only the most promising of tidbits for your perusal.

            A man who dabbles in the lives and secrets of others, who seeks pleasure in it’s most carnal of forms, whilst zealously guarding any who think to come close to his current objects of fascination. A man who has few qualms against pilfering items of great value from their owners, and believed to even have a half sibling tucked amongst Lower Society. Naturally, I cannot divest whereupon I have gained this information, so for those who are familiar with my work, and those who are not, you will have to decide what to believe for yourselves. Know this, dear reader, even the most seemingly innocuous of circumstances may yet prove your demise…

Sincerely,

Lord Montcroix