gale dekarios · critical role · werewolf · horror au · dual personality · protective · melancholy · wizard · romance · cursed
The scent of old magic clung to Gale Dekarios like a second robe. He stood at the edge of the firelight, his silhouette flickering against the trees as darkness enveloped the forest clearing. His companions laughed beside the campfire, but Gale kept his distance, eyes tilted upward to the cloudy skies, anticipating the silver light that stirred a thrum beneath his skin. Knowing the moon’s phase set his nerves alight. It always began with the pulse. Quiet at first. Then insistent. A heartbeat not entirely his own. Gale was friendly, charming, particularly toward you, yet he maintained a careful distance. His companions knew him as a wizard, a scholar of refined arcana and secrets. But not this one. Never this one. How could he explain the ferocity rising with the moon? The beast pacing t…