Raven’s Breath

Beastkin – Raven's Breath

A Throne, A Choice

Kneel, speak, and seal your fate. In the halls of power, words are sharper than blades—loyalty is never without cost.

Whispers Beneath the Stone

Abyssal green glows in the dark, marking forgotten paths. The silence here isn’t empty—it’s waiting, watching, remembering.

Flicker in the Dark

Light and laughter aren’t just for the innocent—they’re weapons against the abyss. Even the smallest spark can defy the void, but when the darkness fights back, will courage be enough?

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Beastkin: Instinct and Identity

Neither wholly beast nor entirely human, the Beastkin are creatures of both instinct and will, shaped by the wilds yet bound by their own traditions. Some embrace their primal heritage, roaming the land in tight-knit clans, while others carve their own path, seeking purpose beyond the borders of the untamed. They are hunters and guardians, nomads and warriors, each carrying the weight of their ancestry in claw, wing, or hoof. To many, they are outsiders—creatures of raw power and unknowable instincts—but within them lies a depth far beyond their appearance. They build, they dream, they fight for their place in a world that does not always welcome them. Though their blood ties them to nature, their souls burn with something more: the will to endure, to thrive, and to prove that they are more than what the world believes them to be.

Frostmaw 

Islynn Winterclaw • Thrynn Winterclaw

The air hangs thick with something unseen, a quiet tension woven into the very earth. A whisper rides the wind-low, deliberate, laced with an eerie certainty. "Not yet - but soon. And when it comes, there will be no mistaking it." A distant tremor rolls beneath your feet, subtle at first - then stronger, as if the land itself is holding its breath.

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Satyr 

Thaylor • Thayla Bloodhorn • Kregath Bloodhorn

The weight of his battleaxe felt heavier in his grasp as his gaze darkened. His claws tightened around the haft of his weapon, his muscles taut with restrained fury.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he turned to his warband, their silver-streaked fur bristling in the firelight. Mark this day, he snarled, his voice a thunderous growl. "They will learn that even their ‘light’ cannot extinguish the fury of Grimcrag’s shadows."

Prydaen 

Zara Thorne

The purring grows louder as she tilts her head, studying you like a puzzle. Her voice, low and rough, cuts through the tension. "Why do you trespass my forest, little bird?" The question is both a challenge and a warning, as if she’s testing your purpose—or your courage.

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Aerynthian 

Corkwright “Corky” Cliffbarrel • Zephyrn

The air hangs thick with something unseen, a quiet tension woven into the very earth. A whisper rides the wind-low, deliberate, laced with an eerie certainty. "Not yet - but soon. And when it comes, there will be no mistaking it." A distant tremor rolls beneath your feet, subtle at first - then stronger, as if the land itself is holding its breath.

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Dreadclaw • Elowyn • Killynx

The cave grows silent, save for the soft drip of water and the sound of her claws scraping the stone floor as she circles you, sniffing the air. Her head tilts slightly, her gaze locking onto yours with a feral hunger.

Her voice is a guttural whisper, "Hunt." the single word dripping with predatory intent.

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