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AW CRIMSON AMONGST MIDNIGHT

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Loner
Loner
Statistics
Species
Northwestern Wolf

Sex
Male (he/him/his)

Age
3 Years

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Heavy

Build
Athletic

Eyes
Dark honey

Fur
Obsidian, faded grey, silver, auburn-red

Scent
Fresh snowfall, petrichor, and ash

Oddities
Notched ear

Mark of Mythris
None

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Rating
3L - 2S - 3V

Untrusting, self-serving, independent, cold, comical.
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The faintest sound of crunching snow had his ears swivelled upright, muted honey eyes squinting as a figure of amber furs parted the white forest, like a fire within a blizzard she strode toward him, its eyes a beaming golden in the twilight. A sudden rigidity steadied his wavering form, brutish paws pressing firmly into the earth, perhaps in reassurance. It speaks with a disinterested yet gentle tone, addressing him just as suddenly as she’d appeared.

Roryn held his tongue, watching the rise and fall of her flanks, warm breath blowing from ebony lips. ”Ill?” He snorted, muzzle creasing with a twitch of a nose. “Never felt better.” The male chuckles through a tensed jaw, feigning a polite, practiced grin.

No, I feel as if I’ve been buried for centuries. Roryn winced, a creak of branches leaving him unsettled. Whatever might he had possessed in his previous life had retreated, replaced by a facade and aching bones. “Do all wolves around here fancy walking around at night, or is it just you and I?” He tested, watching the way her expression shifted with each breath. Calculating, preparing, should it decide to chew his ears off.
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CRIMSON AMONGST MIDNIGHT - by roryn - 8/5/2026, 11:00 PM
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