🩸Ichor🩸

NBW TIII
Found in Tundra
11:20 am ,11/5/2021
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Skorn first saw the strange wolf during a very disturbing series of events.

Wolves were going missing and showing up out of nowhere. There were pups running around and pupsitters desperately trying to find them. Something wasn't right.

She found him where she normally explored. At first she didn't see anything strange, but the whispers told her to beware of the Faelcu.

He was an average size, for a male, and was a warm-coat like her, and wearing a golden crescent around his neck like those collars on the tame-ones. Though, something about him seemed off somehow.

He was aggressive at first, bearing his teeth at her as if she were not two years his elder and twice as strong.

So she did the usual greeting for any aggressive ones, the whispers guiding her. His eyes glinted in the sunlight, turning from their usual brown to a more sinister yellow, but it was too quick for Skorn to verify.

"No matter," she thinks, "There is one of his type in the pack already. I know how to handle otherworldlies."

The whispers agreed. She knew by now. Lovecraft made sure of that.

And so, this new wolf was brought to the Drakar lands, and he was named Smolder, at least, until he would show his true self to them.

He scoffed, thinking that they were just messing with him. He thought he had hidden well his other half, but, unbeknownst to him, the leader he thought to be some rabble intruding upon the lands that they had held sacred was very experienced in such matters.

They were a relatively small group, unlike the packs with hundreds of wolves he had seen. This land was strange, yes. But not in the way his homeland was.

This leader had not won his loyalty just yet. She had to prove herself.

So he followed her, discretely of course, where she goes. He had only seen her avoid battles, and being kind to others. This was the mark of weakness. However, the first time he saw her meet a fox was a different story. Almost every time, she would try rip at skin, getting the creature to bleed, before waiting for it to succumb.

Of course, she fought with others as well, but not as often. He was convinced that the kind and cheery personality was merely a façade.

Regardless, he would follow her. But no one else.

When the ancient and wild magic of the Faelcu faded, Smolder revealed his form. Glowing yellow eyes, green tinted skin, fur dotted with streaks of green. He was now bound with the name Ichor, for his dark coat and personality.