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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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Posts

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calculated • cold • unnerving • impatient • cantankerous • petulent
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She wasn't here.

She couldn't be here.

His jaw hitched, his eyes blooming with pain as his tongue traced teeth. And he would snarl, because that was what he knew. And he was angry, because that was what he understood. Anger felt good. Felt natural. Felt real.

Oni.

Oniria.

His sister. A piece of him. He felt it. He felt her — her presence, pressed against his chest. And he hated it, detesting her closeness with a soft scowl. She — Oni — was the only one of them who had been brave enough to leave. To escape without looking back.

"Every day I was gone... it got harder."

She didn't need him.
He didn't need her.

Stop it, he'd warn her, his voice rough and hidden beneath a veil.

"If you want someone to blame ... blame me."

Something snapped. And he snarled.

I said stop it! His voice would rise, higher than anything he'd ever offered before as he drew toward her with fangs. Open. Ready. Hungry. He was on her before he realized it, fangs wrapping around her throat ... but they did not close on her, no, they simply hovered. He did not want to hurt her, but it was all he could fathom to do. He was feral. Broken.

And if he hurt her, she would leave him before she could be stolen again.

"I won't leave, I've already done that once."

No. No. She would go. She was not here. And she would go, as she did before. Oni, he would start, breath hot against her neck. He could practically taste her, his teeth touching the edges of her neck. Oh ... he wanted to dig in. He wanted to taste her, to see perhaps if it was something akin to what he was missing.

But his eyes burned, and his fangs faltered against her skin.

Go. Again. Just ... leave me.

His teeth trembled, finally releasing her.

He wanted her to leave. He urged Oniria to forget. She was better without him. The world was better without him. He was just a virus ... lurking in the shadows. And he would withdraw his fangs to himself, snarling as he cast a glance towards his sister. He hoped she would forget him.

But he would never forget her.


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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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