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Draugur · 3/27/2026, 5:06 PM

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Before them, the red flame danced ... the warm blaze licking at the cold darkness that blanketed them. He could feel it, the way the fire teased at his skin, drawing him nearer to the otherworldly light. And it did not take long before the entire world was bathed in crimson luster, the warm heat a contrast to the ice that lingered behind his silver-laced gaze.

But there was something else, too. A flicker of cold — a dance of blue masquerading behind the tints of red.

Draugur's eyes turned, trained to the anomaly. And it would seem that Abaddon had noticed it too, those slinking vocals dripping from dark lips. And Draugur recalled their conversation. They had dedicated to taking things, after all. There was no more sitting and waiting. No more patience.

Just take.

Take it, Draugur echoed, eyes flashing with the tingling of temptation. Yes. The singular word echoed with a dark finality, a low and permeating rumble. And Draugur would drift, large body phasing through the ichor-hued light as he neared the rune. His rune. He knew not what it did, though it seemed an important key in the coming days of darkness.

And if he could do anything to banish that fucking darkness, the darkness that had given him the scars along his back ... he would do it. And the teen's tail would coil, flipping over his back as he picked up the glowing rock between his jaws — and he swore he could hear it humming.

That slimy bastard deserves everything that's coming to him. The threat lingered almost lazily on his lips as he hissed between bites of relic. He was referring to, of course, Dre Klage. The one that had tried to engulf him. The one who had tried to cage him. Had tried to kill him.

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