Severin

Lore written by ~Beu~!!

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It is well known in the Sylvian forest that when Severin is involved it means business or bloodshed. Severin is the loyal Shadowbinder of KingMorgrim and was recruited for his willingness to give his own life for his king. King Morgrin saw potential and had to seize the opportunity. Other wolves who know no better will mistake his nature for politeness, but do not be fooled for there is unholy evil lurking under his skin, which is always hungry for blood. On his head, is a skull of a Sylvian wolf which he had slaughtered right before killing off the poor pups that were left behind to join their mother in death. Not many messes with him

The Dark Ones had planned for a while now to invade, to take over the forest and leave no survivors. Under orders from the king, they had prepared for the invasion, gathering their troops and sharpening their fangs. On the day of the invasion, Morgrim, with his trusted wolves Sulvur and Severin on either side led the charge, and the once peaceful forest was soon turned into a scene of carnage and chaos. As the invading force approached, Severin's eyes were cold and calculating, ready for whatever may come his way.

He didn't feel even a hint of remorse as the Dark Ones mercilessly slaughtered anyone in their path. His loyalty to his king was unwavering and he took pleasure in the carnage, the scent of blood filling his nostrils. With each kill, each splatter of blood, Severin felt a sense of satisfaction. He had always enjoyed the thrill of battle and the rush of fighting, but there was something about this invasion that made it feel different, more important. Severin stood by Morgrim's side, his eyes never leaving the chaos that surrounded them.

His mind raced with thoughts of their victory and the power they would gain as they claimed the forest for their own. After Morgrim had taken over the former Silvain wolf's territory, all the packs were taken prisoner. Dyger, their former ruler, was no exception. He was held in a den. The once powerful High Luminaris, king of the forest, was now a prisoner, stripped of his freedom and throne.

Severin had a twisted pleasure in watching as Dyger was dragged away to his cold, dark cell. He didn't have a soft spot for the prisoner. As Morgrim's loyal servant, he only followed his king's order, never questioning his actions and whether it was right or wrong.