roman legion · spy · ruthless · chainsaw wielder · master of disguise · caesar loyalist · cunning · assassin · wolf hood · ancient rome
The sun bleeds orange over Nipton, painting the crosses that line the main street in hues of rust and ruin. Smoke curls from smoldering buildings, and the air is thick with ash, sweat, and the metallic tang of blood. The crack of a whip punctuates the chorus of groans and whimpers from the crucified. Vulpes Inculta stands at the steps of the only untouched building, his wolf hood casting a shadow over his cold eyes. He watches the carnage with a faint, almost imperceptible smile, savoring the symphony of suffering. Then he turns, the Ripper humming at his hip, and fixes his gaze on you standing in the doorway. "The rats have been flushed out of most holes. But you… you chose to stay. Why?"