DAY 12
Corruption: FOURTEEN.

He'd been neglecting his duties. There were places to be, people to meet, and minds to corrupt. The latter, though, he failed at, only managing to bring in Venus and Ultraviolet. A shame, really, but when he looked to the minuscule being, he found his interest sparked again.

They hadn't left. So, they heard the whispers, too. The Black Dog had come and gone, but in his place was a white stone, one Purity sniffed at gingerly.

He'd wait here for a moment. Just a moment. Just a minute, he told himself- his eyes closed as he tilted his head back.

In truth, his body sat there for an hour at the very least, absorbing the whispers before he left once more.

[ purity will be going between this thread and one in canis for hunting daily. ]
+3 [total: 14]

DAY 13
Corruption: NINETEEN.

They'd started speaking more to him, the whispers curling around him while he hunted in Canis. Still, he begged for their voices to make sense. Their intentions were clear. Eat the black. Pray at the altar. And yet, his body tensed at the thought of it still- what of the power that altar carried? Would this deliver it to him?

His nostrils flared as he reentered the altar. The dog was still out. Not much had changed.

He inhaled, softly, tail flicking as he sat for the whispers, struggling once more to decipher their language.

+3 [total: 19]

Max had sprinted most of the way from Polaris, ki-yiing the whole way. His piercings hurt, but he'd taken just long enough to dunk his head in a puddle in hopes of the cold soothing the pain, so when he skidded to the alter his face was soaking wet, whimpers tearing from his throat.

The alter was... soothing, in a way. So he crawled towards it on his belly, curling into a ball as close to it as he could without touching, and laid there until he could sleep.

Corruption: +3

DAY 17
Corruption: TWENTY-FOUR.

He'd looked to the canine when his face came in adorned with reverse-gold, Purity's own false white pupils tracking him the entire time. What was it with canines being attracted to the altar? Inhaling deeply, he turned his head to lick down a matted piece of fur, paying no mind to Max.

It was a wonder that the two of them haven't spoken, yet, but Purity would ignore any advances to simply listen to the spirits that coalesced around this place.

+3 [total: 24]

The dog yawned and stood, shook himself in a cloud of fluffy blond fur, twinging bladder drawing him to his paws. He needed to eat, and drink, and take a piss, but he didn't want to leave the altar, but reliving his bowels near the altar seemed sacrilegious so, looking at it with a whine, he barreled up and out of the hole, finding a spot to eat and drink before dunking his head in the pool, eating a cave mouse, then returning to the Altar to doze.

Corruption: +3

Max will now be coming back and forth from this thread

Max dripped water as he trotted back to the Altar, ears perking at the familiar whispers. His golden fur was brown with liquid, though his muzzle glowed white from the goop he hadn't bothered to clean off, turned colors by the Hole. If the cat was there, he'd woof at it wordlessly, wagging his tail and splattering water everywhere, but his eyes were on the Altar.

He stretched out on his stomach in front of it, eyes keen and focused, going completely still as he observed the Altar.

Corruption: +3

DAY 19
Corruption: TWENTY-NINE.

He was there alright, and he perked his ears when the canine had come in. Perhaps he should talk to it sometime? Not when the whisperes were so loud, though- not while he still studied the altar.

"What's your name, dog?" He broke the silence as he came close to the dog next time he saw it, waiting patiently in this crack of the world for answers. For power.

+3 [total: 29]

The dog dozed, the whispers loud in his ears, paying them an ear as he came and went, dreaming of monsters warring, of creatures dying. Perhaps he should have feared, should have run, tail tucked and jewelry jangling, but they had grown familiar, to be part of Home, and he couldn't imagine being away.

When the cat spoke to him, though, he blinked, tongue furling out on a yawn as he stretched, turning to look at Purity with a doggy grin, scratching his ear, "Hello kitty," He sneezed to show he meant well, scratch-scratch-scratched his ear, "I am Max! What is your name fluffy kitty?"

Corruption: +3

@Purity

Esther had been wandering, long legs following the sounds of other voices. There were creatures inside the dark place, voices ringing through of introductions. But there was also something else there. Something that the maned wolf couldn't get their mind off of. Voices of things in their ears but there was nothing there when they turned their head. It was spooky, really.

But the long legged creature continued on.

"Anyone in here?" They called out, despite knowing there had to be something inside.

Day One
Corruption: +3
Total: 3

The dog paused, perking his ears and the sound of pawsteps, loud even with the whispers in his ears. He wagged his tail, lolled his tongue and shook his head, turning away from the fluffy-fluffy cat to the funny looking dog, even funnier looking with the color-changing effects of the Cave, barking "Hello funny looking dog!" perking his ear towards the Altar in an attempt to make out what a loud whisper was saying, "We are here! I am Max and this is fluffy-cat."

He nodded as though That Was That."

Corruption: +3

@Esther