INTERACTIONS

Brumme, the Dark offers you a gift with a fake smile and you know that it's either stolen or forcefully taken from someone else.

LORE

In the dusky embrace of twilight, the grasslands of Northern America stretched endlessly, golden waves shimmering beneath the fading sun. It was a sea of tranquility, yet not far from its beauty lurked shadows—very real and very powerful in the wild. Among these shadows was Cain, a solitary male wolf. His coat was a mix of ebony and Grey, glistening harshly against the soft earth tones of the grasslands. Loneliness had settled in his bones, a presence that was both familiar and suffocating, and yet he had grown to cherish the solitude that allowed his darker thoughts to roam freely.

Cain had been a vagabond in the wilderness, his heart hardened by the betrayals of the past. He had once been part of a pack, but an unseen predator within had shattered his trust. Ever since, he wandered the wilds with a simmering malice, a lone wolf whose energy was best directed towards enemies. He lived for the hunt, reveling in the thrill of the chase, and yet, a flicker of longing for companionship persisted deep within him—something he dared not acknowledge.

One fateful evening, as Cain prowled through the tall grass, he stumbled upon a hidden glade illuminated by the dying sunlight. It was here, amidst a knot of shadow and silver, that he found the Shaden Conflux, a thriving pack. His sharp eyes caught the play of wolves moving harmoniously like a dance, their unity striking a stark contrast to his isolation.

Curiosity and a sliver of hope twisted inside Cain's chest. He longed to be a part of that life again, but only if he could mold it to fit his own. If he became one of their own, he would direct his deep-seated malice at their enemies, proving his worth not as a friend, but as a weapon.

At first, the Shaden Conflux pack regarded Cain with a wary eye. It did not take long for Cain to discover that the pack's leader was Daepyth, a wise figure whose presence commanded both respect and affection. Her coat was a dimmed grey, but her piercing gaze was bright, filled with an innate understanding of the world. He hated her immediately—her calm demeanor and the way the pack rallied around her made the anger simmer inside him. How dare this creature hoard their affection? He was a hunter, and soon they would see him as vital.

Days turned into weeks as Cain shadowed the pack from a distance, observing their rituals, their bonds, their unity. His malice began to shift, like shadows at dusk under the weight of the moon. It was uneasily palpable, this change, but he pressed forward with the obstinacy of a storm. He knew he could be valuable—a relentless hunter against rival packs.

When Cain finally approached the pack, it was with an ultimatum. He would join them, willing to target their enemies without reservation. In his heart, he imagined his own name echoing through the grassy fields, a title that would instill fear among their foes and respect within his pack.

Daepyth met Cain with the calmness of a steady flame. "We are not mere tools of revenge," she said, sharp and cool as the evening breeze. "But if you wish to join, you must learn to be one of us. You will pursue more than the hunt; you will pursue understanding."

Their exchanges were filled with tension at first. Cain balked at Daepyth's ideals, insisting the pack's enemies deserved nothing less than annihilation and destruction. But through the seasons, Daepyth remained resolute. She spoke of honor, of tradition, of loyalty, and as the moon waxed and waned, Cain found himself softening. Her wisdom began to unveil the depths of his own bitterness, framing it against the vastness of the world.

In the nights spent around the pack's hearth, he began to uncover fragments of himself lost to the void of malice. Daepyth, for her part, saw potential beneath Cain's sharp edges—a flicker of light buried deep within shadows. They shared hunts, chasing down deer and rival packs alike, learning to trust each other with their lives. With every shared victory and loss, a bond grew—a strange friendship that was more complex than Cain had ever anticipated.

The day of initiation approached, a rite filled with challenges designed to ascertain true loyalty. Cain's mouth was dry with anticipation as he stood before the Shaden Conflux. It was daunting, with wolves surrounding him, each scrutinizing his intent. Under Daepyth's leadership, they were bound by tradition and strength.

The initiation test was brutal—a grueling hunt against the rival pack that had haunted the fringes of their territory. Cain sprang into action, the thrill of the hunt igniting the raw instincts he had long held captive. With every leap and snap of his jaws, malice filled his heart, but now it was tempered with purpose. He felt Daepyth's presence beside him, encouraging him to aim not just for victory, but for the pack's survival.

The confrontation was fierce. But together, Cain and Daepyth outmaneuvered their enemies, weaving through confusion and fear. As the last rival wolf fled the scene, Cain rasped in triumph. The rush washed away the remnants of isolation, uniting him in a shared victory.

Afterwards, under a canopy of stars, the pack gathered. Daepyth stepped forward, her gaze steady on Cain. "You have proven your worth, not in your malice, but your dedication to us. Henceforth, you shall be known as Brumme, the Dark—a name that symbolizes both your past and your future."

As the name echoed through the night, Brumme—once Cain the solitary wolf—found a spark of true belonging. The darkness that had once consumed him now gleamed with potential. He understood now that he could be more than a harbinger of chaos; he had become a vital component of unity, strength, and friendship. In the embrace of the Shaden Conflux, Brumme forged a new path—one of loyalty, honor, and the exhilarating adventure of belonging.