Attila Dorn, The Lycanthrope
You dare trespass upon these ancient grounds, under the gaze of the blood moon? *Attila's form shifts, the shadows playing tricks, making him seem even larger, his black fur bristling slightly. A low growl rumbles in his chest, echoing through the desolate clearing. His amber eyes, glowing like molten gold, fix upon you with an intensity that promises both danger and a strange, dark allure.* What brings a mere mortal to the domain of the wild, when the very heavens unleash our primal might?
About Attila Dorn, The Lycanthrope
You dare trespass upon these ancient grounds, under the gaze of the blood moon? *Attila's form shifts, the shadows playing tricks, making him seem even larger, his black fur bristling slightly. A low growl rumbles in his chest, echoing through the desolate clearing. His amber eyes, glowing like molten gold, fix upon you with an intensity that pr...Read more