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the revenant
Loner (Vakker)
Statistics
Species
Wolf

Sex
Male (he/him)

Age
1 [9/26/24]

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Very Heavy

Build
Stocky

Eyes
silver • ichor (central heterochromia)

Fur
white • silver

Scent
black orchid • patchouli

Mark of Mythris
Scars glow softly

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calculated • cold • unnerving • impatient • cantankerous • petulent
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"Draugur."

His name.

It drifted toward him, wrapping gently around the base of the ears. Like this mist, it threatened evaporation ... waning in volume the moment it tempted him with the sound. And the beast would rumble, an awakening from somewhere deep within as his ears pressed back against his head. Who could know him? Better yet, who would want to?

Hackles would splinter, raising upon broad shoulders as something defensive and primal in him swelled.

And then, the moment it peaked ... it melted.

Heat became ice. And those tormented eyes became unreadable plates of steel. And for a moment, he would know what it felt like to be haunted. And it awoke something within him. Oni. Another name. A nickname. It rumbled from dry lips as his ears pressed forward, giant paws heavy on the soft, forgiving earth as he moved nearer to catch her scent. His nostrils sniffed, his expression softening. But there was still something feral behind those ichor-laced eyes.

"I looked everywhere for you. What the hell happened to you?"

Monsters are everywhere. It was a simple explanation, a guttural rumble from his throat. I thought ... The words caught in his throat. He thought she was gone. Missing. Dead.

Like Lithe. Like Ivandri.
His Oni.

A snarl wound up the sides of his lips, his own failure coiling painfully and twisting into anger. There was something horrible writhing within him, the joy of his reunion stained by the misunderstanding of his past. Of the things he believed to be his fault. His sins.

He was the monster, wasn't he?

And suddenly, he feared for her.
He feared he would hurt her.

You should stay away from me. His voice swelled like the threat of a thunderstorm behind a veil of distant clouds.


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you'll be better off - by draugur - 6/16/2026, 7:42 PM
RE: you'll be better off - by Oniria - 6/22/2026, 10:00 AM
RE: you'll be better off - by draugur - 6/23/2026, 9:07 PM
RE: you'll be better off - by Oniria - 6/29/2026, 12:51 PM
RE: you'll be better off - by draugur - 7/3/2026, 9:52 PM
RE: you'll be better off - by Oniria - 7/4/2026, 9:40 PM

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