A hole yawns before him, stretching deep into the earth. He cannot see the end of it, as it sleeps in darkness. A light breeze, barely felt along his skin, wafts out of it, smelling faintly of water and salt. It is almost like a breath. If he listens closely, he can hear it whisper to him, telling him to come forward, come closer, beckoning him in. It is made for him. This is his.
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Selfish, unafraid, and a bit pushy. A catalyst or an irritant. He has clear boundaries about what is his, but tends to push the boundaries of others a little bit.
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COLDDRAKE
Slow to rouse and slow to anger, but beware her anger when she does awaken. Sharp and biting like the harshest ice. Calculating and intelligent. There is a thread of something sly and dangerous in her voice.
Slips through the trees unseen and unheard. Serious, cutthroat, a dirty fighter. Knows the hidden trails through the deepest parts of the swamp and will lead you if you ask him. Doesn't speak much, with a hard expression and a lean, scarred frame. Not particularly friendly, but civil enough.