Glory

Their are different kinds of void mutants their are at least 4 variants:

Herbivorous Void Mutants,

Herbivorous Void Mutants are the gentlest branch of their kind, often found grazing in forests or quietly living among townsfolk. Characterized by soft, sprawling void markings across their skin or fur, these mutants have a peaceful demeanor and are fiercely nonviolent. Their bodies tend to be stockier, with features adapted for foraging and chewing hardy vegetation. Social and approachable, they interact easily with others and will even accept training from humans if approached with kindness. Because of their docility, herbivorous void mutants are easy to hunt, but this vulnerability also makes them sought-after companions for those seeking gentle, loyal friends. Their presence in settlements helps bridge gaps between mutant and human communities, dispelling fear with their soothing nature.

Omnivorous Void Mutants

Omnivorous Void Mutants exist in the middle ground, adaptable, unpredictable, and marked by a balancing act between prey and predator instincts. Their void patterns are more dynamic and swirling, reflecting temperamental shifts. As skilled foragers, they thrive in both wild forests and semi-urban environments, but always remain cautious and wary of threats. While generally approachable, their unpredictability means they may react defensively under stress. Most only begin hunting in their thirties, lacking the raw aggression needed for larger prey. Their caution and wariness make them less likely to take unnecessary risks, and they rarely hunt creatures twice their own size. Omnivorous mutants can be befriended with patience, serving as versatile allies willing to cooperate if trust is earned.

Carnivorous Void Mutants

Carnivorous Void Mutants embody the archetype of bloodlust, a constant, dangerous hunger rests beneath their jagged void markings. These mutants are highly territorial and unpredictable, often roaming wilderness or the fringes of society. Driven by primal hunting instincts, they typically begin to hunt in their twenties and possess the ability to pursue prey twice their own size. Scarred void patterns splay across their bodies like warpaint, serving as both intimidation and a map of past battles. Carnivorous mutants suffer from decreased sanity, making them volatile and difficult to predict in social or combative situations. Despite their danger, they can form close bonds over time with those who earn their respect, and their strength is invaluable in safeguarding mutant communities from external threats.

Nocturnal Carnivorous Void Mutants

Nocturnal Carnivorous Void Mutants are the most formidable of all, defined by ebony void markings that shimmer in moonlight. Their abilities and senses peak at night, and their bloodlust is legendary. Hard to tame, they begin hunting at an astonishingly young age, around 15, and are capable of felling prey four to five times their size. Yet, beneath their wild instincts lies fierce loyalty: they are protective of their own kind, fiercely guarding cubs and kin who are not yet ready to survive the world alone. What sets them apart is their unwavering compassion toward true innocents, regardless of species. These mutants will defend mutant children, human children, and any innocent, biological kin or not, risking their lives for those in need. Their complex moral code and deep empathy for the vulnerable make them treasured guardians to those who look beyond their fearsome reputation.

The void markings on each mutant, visible as scars, streaks, or intricate patterns, are both a symbol of their suffering and a source of power, defining their roles in mutant society and their unique connection to the unearthly energies of the Void. Whether gentle herbivores or unstoppable nocturnal hunters, Void Mutants are shaped by both their instinct and the legacy of their markings, balancing survival, loyalty, and protection in a dangerous world.

Today I'm sharing a very painful story. If you can share it, it might save my brother's life.

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The ride felt longer than it really was.

Glory sat in the back seat, chains coiled in her lap like a nest of cold metal snakes, every bump in the road making them clink against each other. Melissa had taken the window seat beside her instead of the front, one arm slung casually along the back of the seat, fingers brushing Glory’s shoulders whenever the car turned. The two goons rode up front, their laughter and half‑heard conversation a distant hum under the engine.

“Relax,” Melissa said at one point, voice low and amused. “You’re acting like I’m driving you to an execution, not a house.”Glory stared straight ahead, jaw tight. “Kind of feels like both.”

Melissa laughed, delighted. She reached over, hooked a finger through the neck chain, and gave it a light tug, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind Glory it was there. “Drama queen,” she murmured. “You’ll live.”

By the time the city lights had faded into scattered pinpricks and the roads narrowed into twisting mountain paths, Glory’s instincts were buzzing. The farther they got from crowds and noise, the louder the night became: pine, cold water, distant snow, animals moving through the dark. Her wolf ears twitched under the hood, picking up every rustle and crack. Part of her wanted to bolt into the trees; another part was too curious about where Melissa was taking her.

When the car finally turned onto a private drive, the world opened up.The cabin mansion rose out of the rocks and trees like something from a storybook that had been rewritten by a crime lord. Massive stone walls and thick timber beams stacked into three, maybe four levels, with big glass windows glowing warm against the dusk. Wooden balconies wrapped around the structure, some rounded like decks of a ship, others angular and sharp. Lantern‑style lights burned along the railings, casting golden halos on wet stone.

But it was the water that hit Glory hardest

A natural pool spread out in front of the house, cradled by boulders, its depths a gradient of blues and greens so clear she could see the rocks at the bottom. The surface shifted with tiny ripples, reflecting the mansion’s lights in broken patterns. A small wooden deck floated near the edge, with lounge chairs and a ladder dipping straight into the water like it belonged to a private world.

Glory stepped out of the car and froze.

Cold air bit at her face, but she barely felt it. Her eyes tracked the curve of the balconies, the way the house seemed built into the landscape instead of sitting on top of it, the way the mountains rose in the background like silent, snow‑capped sentries. For a moment, the chains, the ride, the tension, all of it fell away. Her instincts quieted, soothed by the smell of real earth and clean water.

“It’s…” she started, voice softer than she meant it to be. “Beautiful.”Melissa watched her from the side, hands in the pockets of her jacket, expression unreadable for once. The wind tugged at her hair, sent a few strands across her face, but she didn’t move to fix it. She just looked at Glory like she was memorizing that exact moment: the way their shoulders dropped, the way the void markings along their neck shimmered faintly as they relaxed.

“Yeah,” Melissa said. “It is.”For a heartbeat, she let Glory have it and she let them stand there in awe, eyes wide, chains slack, like a wild animal seeing open sky for the first time after years of cages.Then the moment ended.Melissa stepped forward, close enough that her shoulder brushed Glory’s. Her fingers found the neck chain with practiced ease, wrapping around it in a firm grip. The metal went taut, pulling against the shackle with a small, sharp sound.

“Come on,” she said, voice dipping back into that familiar, smug warmth. “You can stare later. I didn’t drag you all the way up this mountain so you could stand on the driveway.”Glory’s body jolted forward as the chain tightened, the spell of the view snapping like thin glass. Instinct flared in their chest, resentment, defiance, the urge to plant their feet and yank back. But the pressure at their throat and the steady, unbothered strength in Melissa’s arm made resistance feel pointless… and strangely intimate.

They shot her a glare from beneath their hood. “You know I can walk without being yanked like a dog.”Melissa glanced back over her shoulder, grin flashing in the mansion lights. “Oh, I know,” she said. “But this way, I’m sure you’re walking with me.”

The two goons were already hauling bags up the stone steps, giving the pair a wide berth. Melissa led Glory along the path, the chain linking them with every step onto cold metal against warm skin, awe fading into a tight knot of confusion and reluctant, twisted safety.Behind them, the water rippled, reflecting the cabin mansion and the two figures moving toward it: a mafia queen in a fur‑collared jacket, and the chained Void Mutant she refused to let go of.

As Glory roamed the cabin, she followed Melissa until Glory saw Melissa’s room felt like stepping into a different world.

The hallway outside was all stone and shadow, echoing with distant voices and the faint clink of weapons; but the moment Glory crossed the threshold, everything went warm. Heavy wooden beams arched across the ceiling, dark and smooth with age, and the walls glowed with the soft light of lamps and the orange wash of a fireplace. A massive bed sat near the center, piled with thick blankets and pillows in deep russet and wine colors, like someone had skinned a twilight sky and thrown it over the mattress. Floor‑length windows took up most of one wall, framing snow‑capped mountains and dark trees, the world outside dusted in cold blue while the room burned gold.

Glory drifted in on the leash of her chain, eyes flicking across every detail. There were signs this was Melissa’s space everywhere: a jacket tossed over the back of a chair, a pair of heavy boots kicked near the door, a half‑open drawer stuffed with bandages and brass knuckles. On the mantel above the stone fireplace, a few photos, some with faces turned away, some from a distance, mixed with a small, polished handgun and a knife stand. It was cozy, yes, but it was still a predator’s den.

For a brief moment, with the fire crackling and the bed looking unfairly soft, Glory forgot about the weight around her neck. She could almost imagine this was a vacation, that she’d been invited here willingly.The chain snapped taut.“Eyes up, Void girl,” Melissa said behind her, amused. “You can gawk later.”

Glory stumbled a step back as Melissa gave the chain a sharp tug, redirecting her like it was the most natural thing in the world. Instead of toward the bed, she pulled her toward a side door tucked beside the fireplace. The bathroom beyond was big and warm, steam already curling in the air, stone tiles dark and slightly wet. A wide bathtub, almost a small pool, sat sunken into the floor, water already drawn, faintly scented with something clean and sharp.Glory planted her feet. “I can bathe myself.”

“I know you can,” Melissa said, not slowing. “I don’t care.”

“I know you can,” Melissa said, not slowing. “I don’t care.”With another jerk on the chain and a firm hand at the small of her back, she guided, dragged, Glory right up to the tub. The heat of the water fogged her vision, droplets forming on the metal of her shackles. Melissa’s fingers were quick and practical, stripping the hoodie off, tugging at fabric with the efficiency of someone who’d done this with half‑conscious, half‑bleeding fighters before. Underneath, void‑black markings sprawled over Glory’s brown skin like tree roots and lightning strikes, pulsing faintly under the bathroom lights.

Melissa’s gaze sharpened.“You got more,” she murmured, almost to herself. “These weren’t here before.”

The new features were hard to ignore. Where Glory’s lower legs ended, the shape shifted; ankles and feet had taken on a dark purple, snow‑leopard‑like look, fur patterned with void‑black rosettes and streaks that matched the markings along her arms. Her claws were longer, thicker, more curved, built for gripping ice and rock, for silently running over snow. When she shifted her weight, the pads of her feet flexed against the tile, leaving faint, damp prints.Glory flinched away from Melissa’s stare. “Don’t.”

Instead of listening, Melissa crouched, chain still wrapped firmly around her hand. She reached out and lifted one of Glory’s ankles, turning it slightly, thumb brushing over the fur and the places where it melted seamlessly into skin. Her touch was careful, not gentle, exactly, but reverent, like she was inspecting a piece of high‑end weaponry she’d just acquired.

“Dark purple, snow leopard vibe… that’s new,” Melissa said, voice a little rougher. “You’re evolving on me, Glory.”

“Like I had a choice,” Glory muttered, but her voice shook.

The primal side inside her stirred, coiling tight. Melissa’s fingers on her ankle were too close, too intimate, too much. The scent of hot water, stone, and Melissa’s skin pressed in around her. Her wolf ears twitched, tail lashing once behind her, and the void markings along her arms flared darker, swirling like storm clouds.

“Tub. Now,” Melissa ordered, letting go of her ankle and standing. “You reek of city and blood and fear. I want it off you.”

Glory opened her mouth to snap back, but the chain tugged again, less harsh this time, more guiding than dragging. She stepped into the water, heat swallowing her legs, then her waist, then up to her chest. The warmth sank into her muscles, loosening knots she hadn’t realized were there. Her primal side liked it, too much. It purred under her skin, whispering about sinking down, about letting go, about ripping everything apart while Melissa was this close.Melissa rolled her sleeves up, knelt by the tub, and picked up a washcloth. “Head up,” she said. “Don’t drown on me. I just got you.”

“You’re not my keeper,” Glory hissed.Melissa’s grin flashed. “Funny,” she said softly, dipping the cloth into the water and wringing it out,

“because that’s exactly what I am.”

She started with Glory’s shoulders, dragging the cloth over skin and markings alike. The sensation was almost unbearable, too careful, too unhurried. She scrubbed away dirt, dried blood, the grit of alley and auction house, working in slow circles that traced the patterns carved into Glory’s body. Every time Glory tensed, claws flexing against the tub floor, Melissa murmured

“Easy,” like she was soothing a spooked animal.

When her hands reached the base of Glory’s neck, fingers brushing the cool metal of the shackle, the primal side surged. In her mind’s eye, Glory saw herself lunging, teeth at Melissa’s throat, claws digging into that perfect, carved stomach, the bathroom turning red and echoing with snarls.

Her ears rang with phantom growls, her vision narrowing to the pulse flickering in Melissa’s neck.Her body trembled.Melissa felt it. Her hand stilled for a second, cloth pressed against Glory’s collarbone. Those sharp, heavy‑lidded eyes met Glory’s, and for once there was no teasing, no smugness, just focus.“Hey,” she said quietly. “Stay with me. You’re here. You’re not in a cage anymore.”

Glory’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. She dug her claws into the smooth floor of the tub, forcing the primal wave down, choking it with sheer stubbornness. Her tail thrashed once under the water, sending ripples against the tub’s stone walls. The void markings along her arms and chest shivered, then slowly settled, like storms reluctantly weakening.

“I’m… fine,”

she ground out.Melissa watched her for a long second, then smirked, just a little. “Liar,” she said, but there was something almost proud in her voice. “But you’re trying. That’s what matters.”

She went back to washing, gentler now. Her fingers threaded briefly through Glory’s braids, rinsing out the city dust, then slid over the new snow‑leopard ankles again under the water, as if reassuring herself they were real. Glory sat stiffly at first, then, gradually, her shoulders lowered. The fire in the bedroom crackled faintly through the door, warmth seeping even into this room.