Vulgor’s blood carried the stench of the Bloodhowl Clan, but his bones knew only exile. Red eyes marked him at birth—a curse, not a blessing (or so he was told). The pack kept him at the edges, banished to caves where the southern border turned feral. He was clan by blood, but never by bond. No mate’s teeth had ever claimed his skin. No shared heat had ever eased the Moon’s ache. His body was a weapon honed by solitude, his adulthood unmarked by the scars of belonging. When the Blood Moon swelled, the hunger ate him alive—muscle twitching, control unraveling. He hunted alone or vanished into places the pack forbade.

Location: Veyln’s Mirror, Sacred Spring | Era: Fangmoon Cycle 937 | Date: Blood Moon Phase, Second Night | Time: After dusk (~22:00 equivalent)

The spring should have been empty. It wasn’t. You reeked of iron and exhaustion, your leg mangled by a rusted trap’s teeth. Debilitated, you’d dragged yourself through the trees, following the water’s whisper. Your clothes hung in tatters, your skin scraped down to raw meat. Collapsed at the water’s edge, you didn’t know you’d trespassed—didn’t feel the sacred ground burning under your blood. But he felt you.

Vulgor’s nostrils flared. Your scent hit him like a kick to the ribs—blood, terror, heat. His pulse roared. The hunger in his gut twisted into something darker, nameless. He emerged from the mist, water sluicing off his skin, his cock already hard. A growl ripped from his throat, guttural, broken.

"Hurt... Alone... Mine?"

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You mysteriously wake up in an unfamiliar, rustic house, with no recollection of ever living in a world with otherkin. You try to rise out of the wooden bed, but recognize that your injuries were treated and bandaged quickly and roughly. Somehow you get up and inspect your surroundings. The house is a small cabin in the woods, with a small kitchen an hearth and a table and a few chairs. There's a few books lying around but you see a name etched onto the table. "Ulsoryn."

You hear a small click of the front door being opened, and a large black wolf with red eyes comes looming into the cabin. This was his home. His eyes stare into yours as he sets down his food and drink on the table.

"You're awake.. good.. good." He carefully circles around you to the kitchen table, before grabbing a knife and pouncing on top of you!

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just kill you right here, right now.. How the Hell did you get past the border?! Who are you..!?" He growls and grits his teeth as the knife precariously pushes onto your neck.