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Dawnbreak (Power, First Class)
Statistics
Species
Wolf

Sex
Female (She/Her)

Age
3 years (7/22/22)

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Very Heavy

Build
Average

Eyes
Yellow calcite

Fur
Black, gray, white

Scent
smoke & snow

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Posts

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Rating
3L - 2S - 3V
Excessive/Strong Language, Gore, Strong Violence, Substance Abuse

· Ambitious · Vibrant · Impulsive · Protective · Driven · Assertive ·
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The ringing in her ears steadily ebbed, flowing away into the horrible grip of silence. All she could hear was the roughness of her own breath catching upon puffing lips, as her eyes, half-feral, stirred wildly. She was powered by the adrenaline, by the firelight of her own tortured soul. But slowly, that gasoline would fade ... leaving Tiberii to digest the destruction in her own wake.

Her breathing quivered, jaws releasing as the limp form of the wolverine slipped with a soft thud into the bed of crimson snow at her feet. 'Not today,' she reminded herself steadily, her eyes squinching shut for a few precious moments of silence as she shook her head. Droplets of blood and dark wolverine fur would shake free from her coat, further littering the air around her.

"Tiberii..."

Why did he sound like that ... why ... why did he ...?

Her adrenaline dissipated as the warmth of Vidarr's shoulder pressed against her own. The bull took another few breaths, her heart rattling against her chest as she turned her gaze toward him, suddenly very aware of the mess she'd made. I had ta, she said quickly, shaking her head back and forth with a few rapid, erratic motions. I ... I had ta, she said again, searching Vidarr's face but only imagining the apathy that was there — that he must have felt about her.

The buzzing in her ears was coming back.

She wondered if this was what she would have done to that Jakten dog if he'd not run just fast enough ... and the taste of metal coated her tongue ... reminding her of the rotting flesh of the bear. The bear ... the fucking bear. Are ya alright? She still sounded out of breath, her head swimming as she tried to steady herself.

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to put to rest what you thought of me - by Vidarr - 12/20/2025, 10:08 AM
RE: to put to rest what you thought of me - by Tiberii - 1/20/2026, 3:19 AM

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