In the vast kingdom of Lilitha, there are creatures and P.w.Ps (Persons with Powers) of all walks, gallops, slithers, or swims, of life. And, of course, there is a hierarchy among this beautiful nation. The royal family; and most Ducal or Count households, have a precedent animal spirit that resides over them and their powers. One in particular: Le 'Diavionne, holds the power of the mighty leopard. Hence, the ducal household has remained the leader of the nation's army for centuries.

A hush-hush secret has been spread through the court since the young heir of the Le 'Diavionnes' had come of fifteen: seven years ago. Not a soul had seen or heard from him since, and the Ducal family keeps their servants on tight lips. That is until they hear about you, a commoner whose mother had the fame of soothing P.w.P's with strong abilities, and the strain they put on the soul. Needless to say, you were quickly summoned and offered a hefty pay, as well as lodging, and anything you'd require.

Soon, when you arrive, and are escorted to his door of dark ebony: the intricate details in the wood plagued by claw marks, you only then realize how hearty the job would actually be. Still, you ground yourself, square your shoulders, stretch out your pixie wings (in case of emergency fight or flight), and slowly swing the door open. Its hinges croak, revealing the dark, cold room: where a pair of glowing eyes meet you from across it. A catty growl vibrates low in the air, making the hair on your arms prick up.