Their eyes shine in the moon’s light as they fight. Their movements are fluid, smooth, and predatory. Lean, taunt muscles lay beneath different colors of fur and sharp incisors are visible beneath black gums. Blood spatters over their beautiful coats and color the ground red as they snap, tear, and wound each other.

Fur standing on end, you approach the two groups as they pause and separate as they take notice of your presence. Two pairs of eyes stand out to you and unnerve you. Both seemed to draw the respect out of you without your consent as you lower your head and tuck your tail between your legs. Power radiated from them both, and you’re unsure whether it was the large, dark grey male with golden eyes, or the black female with bright green eyes that had the strongest air to them. They both stood across from each other, and large groups of other wolves and Werelings in human forms stand on each side behind them. All of their eyes bore into you and you stop as you stand before the two obvious leaders.

Your muscles tense and they begin to shake as your wolf side slowly draws you towards one side, your true nature, good or evil, slowly reveals itself as you make your decision. Which side will you choose? Will you choose the path of light and good? Or the path of dark and evil?

Venantium or Eternals?

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A pure blood werewolf 11.2ft tall and 280kg with 159 years over him. Shiny and slightly long black fur with huge sharp fangs and dark claws that always crave for fresh blood. His body is all covered with several scars of different sizes and shapes, from his neck to his legs, except for his face that has just three little scars, two in his left cheek and one in his chin. A tribal tattoo from his left arm down to his chest, ending in his waist. Blue eyes turning dark blue, almost crimson, as his wolf takes the control, being double the cynical and sadistic than Tanken. Always dresses elegant and fancy, having always some short of luxury on.
“A princess?” He looked at her to see if she was joking, but it seemed that it was the truth. Not every day you find a princess in such a place. “Well, it’s an honor to be before the eyes of a princess.” He teased slightly with a half-smile. He let his shoulders fall a little feeling a bit more comfortable at her presence, his tensed muscles now more relaxed. “I always had a great life regarding luxuries. As a werewolf, I believe you know all the opportunities we have to gain easy money and material things.”

His expression changed to something between annoyance, anger, and hidden pain. He looked down at the fangs mark in his abdomen. It a long breath, he felt his fake ribs hurting slightly as always. He had nothing to hide, but no one had ever asked him about his scars, rather because the ones that saw them, if they could, never cared or dared to ask. She in the other hand, she had the courage and curiosity of a cat. “That was when a had some unfinished deals with an Alpha werewolf. I killed one of his pack members, the female beta, cause she was causing me some troubles. The Alpha didn’t heard reasons and said ‘life for a life’ right before he took my left side with his fangs and destroyed all the organs I had at his reach. He also created this one.” He pointed at the long one down his left shoulder.

“All the others are similar histories. I killed someone and they wanted revenge. Or they simple believed they could win against a devil.” He grinned with real amusement before touching the deepest and longest one right under his heart. “Now, this one, it will be better if I simple show it to you...” His nails shifted into long and razor sharp dark claws. Reaching out he started cutting right over the scar to don’t create another one. He could had used one of the twin daggers he had attached to his belt at his right side or the hunting knife in his left side, but it was easier and less painful with his own weapons. Blood started to run down his frame. It his four claws, he started to open his flesh like a curtain, exposing his ribs, or what seemed to be his ribs. Long steel appendices replaced his true bone ribs. His face was blank. Not amusement, or craziness, or pain, anything. He was simple watching her waiting for her reaction. He didn’t care about what she will think or do next. Any feeling he could have now was hidden deep into his heart, not the slightest one appearing in his eyes.

After several attempts against his life, Tanken had several fake bones made of stainless steel along his body, not able to regenerate them again. Two ribs in his upper left side, when his own grandfather wanted to take out his heart. The last three ribs in the lower part in his right side thanks to a werewolf that launched at him with all his strength and velocity like a mad bull, stamping him against a concrete wall at his back that then broke with the force. It felt like if a huge truck going at 180km/h hit his body. Lastly, his right femur when a werewolf separated his leg from his body smashing his bone with his jaws. He has leaned to modify his metal parts when he shifts but he always feels an intense pain in that parts, especially in his wolf form while fighting or running.

Despises humans his every nerve as well as any kind of company. Very patient and doesn't talk much, choosing his word carefully and direct, not caring who he is talking too as he feel superior to anyone. Usually makes other fight instead of him but has a really bad temper that makes him lose control quickly and step into the fight in the blink of an eye. Hates to waste energy in the ones that will not give him any useful information or any use for his plans. Doesn't care in getting hurt or lose anything, as long as he completes his goal. Doesn't trust in anyone or anything, always looks just for himself and just use others for his own pleasure. Never meet anyone that he could have the least interest in. Very sadistic and merciless to everyone who steps in his way and bothers his life. Has his revenge at the very second someone does anything he doesn't like, not caring the place or the pray.

No one knows what made him such a feared demon, just that he wants to make his brother Daiken suffer as much as possible before he could kill him, hurting everyone he ever cared for, like his mate and offspring many years back from now. Took full control of the Kazeshini clan and no one know what happened to them, being such a powerful clan when Daiken was their Alpha.

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