Varwolf

Varwolf once was a face of fear within his former clan, hoping one day he will gather up his Underworld and reign his terror across the lands.
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Fortune of Varwolf

A creepy Imperial, almost looking like an Emperor, approaches the dark medium with courage. He doesn't look like he is afraid of anyone or anything. His body is fully covered with scars, wounds and red liquid and bones he carries on his wings he sees as trophies he collected from his opponents. With a big grin and glowing red eyes he stands in front of the Imperial

"Greetings, my underling... My name is Varwolf and I am known as the Bringer of Doom in my clan.
I have fought against many, to prove I am worthy. Everyone is and should be afraid of me. Now listen, I have come here to hear about my future. Will I be more victorious or will my Underworld fall with me?

What do you see within me?"

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The female Imperial had to raise up to meet the level of this Emperor-esque Imperial. Her wings expanded out from behind her, in order to catch the malicious energy emitting from Varwolf. After a while, the grin appears upon her lips once again. "A fighter! A victorious one at that.."

"There is a reason why everyone is so afraid of you. You continue to show your strength and courage in the very way you move, down to your very core. The inner power within you may even evolve to have the outside match. To an opposing force that will later approach, they will grow intimidated by you. Fear not, as fear does not concern you, for your Underworld will continue to prosper with victory for many battles to come."

She closes her wings after she finishes, keeping her "gaze" focused upon the other. "I look forward to see if what the world speaks to me is true."

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"I guess I may be tolerating you, Satiran...
But I do not trust you, at all..."


Art by Apocalyptichorse
Thanks to Darkerai!