𝓡𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓸𝔀

LORE

Born the smallest of her litter, Rainbow was never meant to survive. A runt, weak and insignificant in the eyes of her old pack, she learned quickly that kindness was a luxury for those who held power. In the brutal world of the wild, only strength mattered. But Rainbow did not have brute force—she had something far more dangerous. Cunning.

Mocked, beaten, and cast aside, she sharpened herself in the shadows. She learned how to manipulate, how to deceive, how to strike when others least expected. By the time she was old enough to fight back, she did so without hesitation—and with no mercy. When the chance came, she left her old pack in ruins, watching as those who once tormented her fell to their own arrogance.

Now, she walks with the proud and the powerful, her once-frail frame grown lean and swift, her multicolored coat gleaming like a storm-touched sky. She is no longer a victim—she is a predator in her own right. And yet, even predators can be caged.

Regalshade. (link)

He watches her, always. She knows it. Feels it. His possessive gaze follows her every move, his commands pressing against her like shackles she can't break. He calls it protection, but Rainbow knows control when she sees it. She's played this game before.

Yet, he is different. Strong, unshaken, a force unlike any she's ever faced. Where others broke under her calculated cruelty, Regalshade does not. He does not fear her. Does not bend to her manipulations. If anything, he enjoys the challenge, matching her bite for bite, snarl for snarl.

It infuriates her. It excites her.

She does not love easily. Love, in her experience, was just another tool to be wielded. But Regalshade is not a tool—he is a wall, unmovable and suffocating. And for all her defiance, there is something darkly thrilling about being claimed by a beast like him.

So she lets him watch. Lets him believe he holds the leash. Because one day, when the time is right… she just might be the one holding his.