Rarely, those who arrive manifest something different from the corruption of the spirit that oft plagues the denizens of this lunae lit curse. So it was with a small girl with shimmering grey hair who was sent through, though, perhaps the corruption required to send one such as her here was enough. Bright and full of life, she spent her time within the fort aiding those in need with small yet nimble hands.
As she grew, she even ventured beyond the walls, her presence bringing a grim courage to her protectors. Her merciful ministrations bringing salvation to those who walked with her, till kindness bade her offer such comfort to something small and furry, sharp of tooth claw. She brought it back with her, nursing it in isolation as others fearfully saw only malevolent tooth and claw. Yet, with kindness did she raise it, and to her it appeared only small and furry, then only furry. Over time, she grew more isolated, and her soft words turned into throaty murmurs as folk avoided her. Soon, only growls could be heard, a pure voice transformed to something other.
When, at last, she was not seen for over a week her quarters were checked by those holding memories of her charity. They found naught but her skin, shed and left neatly behind; corse grey hairs and claw marks covering her chamber. Some, who have ventured out beneath the light of Cruor’s malevolent gleam, now whisper of a furred shadow that looks at them with eyes that remember a different time, whose teeth and claws offer a different kind of mercy.