Tyrant-Moths
"Those mosaic configurations on its wings. Do they carry meaning?"[1]
Strange moths are nothing new for denizens of the Neath, especially for those who've stayed in the Tomb-Colonies for a time. But the vicious moths that lurk near the Ragged Crow's guiding light can leave even the hardiest Neath-dweller at a loss for words.
These Tyrant-Moths are immense, with wings the size of a ship's sails, and are strong enough to destroy ships' sails if they're not fought off in time.[2] Furthermore, being moths, they still may remain susceptible to other tempting lights.[3]
Tyrant-Moths are a delicacy in certain far-off places, such as Whither, where their antennae are prepared in a... delightful dish called tyrant's treat.[4]
Given their size, mysterious nature, and destructive behavior, Tyrant-Moths are naturally the subjects of many myths and stories. Their wing patterns are said to resemble maps of the skies, or perhaps something more: charming visions of faraway gardens, winged creatures from all walks of life, or maybe the light flowing from within a glowing mountain. However, looking at these patterns too closely or for far too long may be risky.[1] There's also a legend that Tyrant-Moths' bodies are full of sapphires, but obtaining these gems is easier said than done.[5]
The most mysterious tale of all, however, speaks of a time when a foolhardy zailor whispered to Salt, and a Tyrant-Moth answered...[6]
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A Tyrant-Moth.
