"The Ilitheal's are the caretakers of all galaxial species, and as such, they have a responsibility to nurture all life and guide it down the right path"

The gentle rhythm of a familiar weight brushing through silver hair woke Sol. He peered at his Master through sleepy eyes, rolling his head into the bronze palm as a deep purr rumbled quietly in his chest. They were in yet another new area - a large auditorium with delicate spiraling patterns decorating the arched roof - and Sol was basking in the warm sunlight, the golden glow that he bathed in casting a drowsy blanket over the pet. In an unusual show of respect, Sol's Master had arrived one hour early, giving Sol time to adjust to the new surroundings. And now, they simply relaxed - Sol drifting in and out of a pleasant sleep while his Master shifted silently through piles of paperwork.

Mouth stretching open in a yawn, Sol slowly began to stretch, wiry muscles tightening pleasantly underneath his Master's hand as the male reacted to his pets movement, fingers running over Sol's protruding vertebrae. Sol's purring increased, filling the air around them as he lowered himself back down onto his Master's lap, Sol rolled over until the large hand was splayed on his stomach, the black nail paint glittering in the soft sunlight. 

Understanding the simple action, his Master started rubbing circles on Sol's soft belly. Pleasure thrummed through Sol and he curled up back into a sitting position, nails latching into his Master's formal clothing, using what little material there was to pull his Master to him. Mouth opening slightly, Sol brushed a kiss to his Master's lips, tongue flickering out to slip between his Master's. The response was immediate - his Master deepened the kiss instantly, tongue pushing past Sol's, running over his pet's sharp canines. A small squeak escaped Sol as a hand pressed into his back, forcing him to arch backwards as they leaned onto the low table top the two had been waiting at.

"While the display of affection is cute, I believe we must delay those activities for later," A lyrical voice made Sol's Master pull away, black hair pooling on Sol's flushed skin as he turned to face the newcomers.

A tall, elegant alien strode through the doorless entryway, one arm cupped around a pastel coloured slave that was hidden under a curtain of glossy umber hair, skin a dark shade of caramel peaked from beneath the flamboyant clothing that outlined every curve and bright brown eyes that glittered with unhidden amusement, the Ilitheal Representative was, simply put, stunning. As was the company that followed on her heels. Dressed in equally outlandish clothing, other races entered after her in a sea of foreign features, colours blindingly different.

"It has been many months since we last met," The Ilitheal continued once all were seated, "And now, two pressing matters have forced us to gather."

 The Ilitheal's were the 'founding' race. They are the oldest, most intelligent lifeform still alive and are the complete opposites of the cruel Bǫlverkr's, relishing peace and harmony over conflict and disorder. There is an old Ilitheal tale telling of the origins of the two species; once, they were the same race, both good and evil in one body. But the Greater Deities, who relied on this sole race to raise the newborn species' rapidly evolving in all galaxies, saw their evil as unfit to fulfill this role and separated the good from the bad, creating the two races, the Ilitheal - the 'divine mother race' - and the Bǫlverkr - the 'evil'. Now satisfied with the caretakers of all new life, the Greater Deities disappeared, never to be seen ever again.

"To get straight to the point, the most pressing issue that must be addressed today is the disappearance of rare pets," A collective gasp met the aliens words and Sol's Master tightened his grip on Sol's waist, tugging the smaller boy protectively into his broad chest.

The Ilitheal remained silent, brown eyes studying the group with a softness that contradicted her previous words. Her arm held her own pet - a rare bird-like specimen that even Sol had never seen before - tight to her bosom, showing that even she, one of the younger - but still many millennia older than any gathered at the moment - Ilitheal felt threatened by these strange disappearances. After letting the new sink in, she raised a hand for silence.

"After much debate, my advisors and I have come to the revelation that someone has been targeting and stealing our precious pets, measures must be taken to ensure that these thieves cannot continue," The Ilitheal stared Sol's Master in the eye, her own flickering pointedly between him and Sol, her message clear.

Sol was a target. 

That fact was almost certain.