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Belle@theriverbelle.bsky.social · last mo.

[Evergloom] [OC] Eve is a Vampyr from the House of Umbria. After infusing herself with the blood of another house, she was sentenced to subservience by a curse for her taboo. She is the fourth in a team of five who are trying to stop a supernatural apocalypse known as 'The Gloaming'.

'Though she was reviled by her house for being a mudblood bastard...' 'Eve did not partake in the forbidden red out of resentment.' 'As the still beating heart of a House Carmillian pulsed in her fangs.' 'She was infused with the power of two Vampyr bloodlines.' 'And sentenced to a life of servitude for her taboo.' 'Her master has need for The Gloaming's end and so transferred her bindings to four allies.' 'The Gloaming brings all manner of vile and taboo creatures... A fragile hope for her.' 'Behind the stoic mask, Eve's heart thrashes to hatch from its cursebound cage once again.'
Belle@theriverbelle.bsky.social · last mo.

[Evergloom] [OC] The Little Red Riding Wolf is a local menace that stalks the weald outside The Vale Hamlet. Many hunting parties were sent out to claim her head but they never returned. It was soon discovered that it was easier to pacify her using raw meat whenever encountered than try to run.

[Little Red Riding Wolf] [Anomaly] [Threat Level: Individual (Hunting) - Party (Threatened)] 'Whatever soul he instilled into her, was not my wife.' 'I screamed every manner of obscenity I could muster and with a crescent smile he put his finger to my lips.' 'He reminded me of my own words. That I would do anything and accepted any means of reviving my wife. Whatever it took for him to make it happen.' 'And here it was, thrashing and gnawing at the bars of a cage with wide eyes and feral slobber.' 'Without another word, I took the kennel and left The Grinner's manor.' 'I took the cage out into the weald and after an hour of empty wandering, I hurled it into the dirt in a fit of rage.' 'I kicked the the metal until bones cracked, I shattered stones upon it, shrieking at the thing to give her back. That I'd rather take her home dead.' 'The thing shriveled into the corner of the cage in fear. I breathlessly turned and limped home.' 'When I reached my manor gates, I noticed the dusk had twisted my shadow into a winding path.' 'At the end of that path, was the shadow of my