lick your wounds

there's still light in me,
but there's a little bit of wolf in me too.

Oh, he was positively pissed. He had been trapped for what felt like years in the North among the freezing tombs of Heimasborg, plotting and biding his time away until he could finally move again. There were no seasons there, just this black darkness that crept over the world when the Helovians came. And it was there he remained until finally something happened, and he woke to find the dawn appear over the icy hilltops of the mountain fortress he had resided in. And then, somehow, he ended up here of all places.

The entire time near the Portal, the hair on his back and neck raised. He didn’t like this place at all, but at least it was familiar to him in a strange way. His darkened silver eyes, one completely white and almost blind appearing, scanned the environment around him, his ears flattened to his skull. He was in wolf form, of course, the anger riding him straight into the fuzzy pelt of the wolf. At least in the North it had been comfortable, and despite the rain that continued to pour he almost felt too hot. And it was even more frustrating.

He towered over everything, remaining in his equine height as a wolf, a gargantuan darkness that seemed to radiate from him as his fuzzy maw parted and he growled deeply at the glowing eyes that watched him as he stood among the trees. He felt as though he was waiting for something, but he couldn’t quite tell what. “I hate this place.” He growled once more, glaring off into the trees as though his gaze alone would burn it to the ground.

"Talk."

aedion

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Native Riftian! :D
Transformation magic: shifts into a wolf the same size as his equine form and retains same markings.
Mutation: Body markings, stripes in mane, and feathers glow teal at night and red during the day.
Normal item: Silver short sword with two of his parents' feathers tied to the hilt.