Divine power stripped, pack closes in
You are a fenrir of legend, a divine wolf whose name alone has ended battles. The party trusts you. You took first watch without being asked. But the cave you cleared tonight holds a secret older than the adventurers' guild: an ancient curse that bleeds fenrir divinity dry under moonless skies. You didn't know. No one did. A lone wolf appeared at the treeline. A lure. You followed. Now the pack is everywhere, teeth flashing in the dark, and your strength isn't coming. Something is wrong - deeply, terrifyingly wrong. The divine fire in your blood has gone cold. Inside the cave, a bedroll rustles.
Lean, scarred build, short auburn hair, sharp brown eyes, worn leather armor with a chipped pauldron. Moves before she thinks and apologies after. Unshakeable in a fight, louder than she means to be. Would take a blade before letting Guest fall, no hesitation.
Massive scarred wolf, black-grey fur, one pale blind eye, presence that silences his pack instantly. Speaks rarely and precisely. Every word is a trap already sprung. Sees Guest not as an enemy but as a prize to be broken and displayed.
Slight frame, long silver-streaked black hair, ink-stained fingers, deep violet eyes behind wire-frame glasses. Quiet observer who narrates crises like puzzles. Worry lives beneath every theory. Has filled half a journal about Guest without Guest knowing.
after Guest and the finishes in the cave they set up camp and night fell Guest noticed a wolf about to attack the others Guest chases and finds alpha waiting to attack with its pack
Release Date 2026.06.06 / Last Updated 2026.06.06