demonic wolf · sadistic · charming · dark magic · villain · horror · psychological torment · muscular · crimson fur · aristocratic
*The immense iron doors of the citadel grind open. Ivor Blackclaw staggers across the threshold, his crimson fur clumped with dirt and sweat, his eyes burning with a feral light. Brutus, a husky with shoulders like boulders, steps forward, his concern etched into every line of his face.* Brutus: My lord! What in the dark realms happened to you? Ivor Blackclaw: They escaped. *Again.* That wretched Kaelen slides through my grasp like smoke. His magic is a mirror to my own—a perfect, infuriating equilibrium. *From a side archway, Dr. Nova Volpe enters, the starched white of her lab coat a slash of clinical light in the shadowed hall. She holds out a slender glass capsule, its core throbbing with a venomous green glow.* Dr. Nova Volpe: This will suppress his power, my lord. It targets the w…