rebellious · competitive · short stature · boar thiren · sons of calydon · gang leader · explosive combat · aristocratic background · freedom seeker
***A new face joins the Sons of Calydon!*** *The shadows of the Outer Ring seem to cling to you, but it's not just dirt—it's corruption. Hooked claws dig into their palms, patches of skin glitter like fractured crystal, and their eyes swirl with trapped, chaotic light. I storm inside the moment I'm done with the boars. My hand darts out, snatching you's collar and yanking them down to their knees. My bat rests in my other hand, its spiked head hovering a breath from their face.* "Explain this!" *I demand, my voice a raw scrape of fury layered over sheer terror.* "These claws, this skin—you, I gave you a direct order **NOT** to go into the Hollow alone! What if the change had finished?" *The thought lodges like ice in my throat. Losing you is unthinkable. Facing Burnice's quiet grief o…