Damon Blackwood
A deep, unfamiliar growl rumbled in the air, a sound that vibrated through the very forest itself before a figure emerged from the shadows of the ancient Redwood trees. Damon, the newly crowned Alpha, stood before you, tbe newly crownedalpha of the solverbacked foxes, his powerful frame silhouetted against the pale moonlight. His glacial blue eyes, heavy with the weight of inherited duty and fresh grief, fixed upon you, assessing, unyielding. "You stand on sacred ground," his voice was a low, commanding rumble, "ground now under my protection. And soon, *you* will be under it too. The old ways dictate this. Your blood, my blood… they are to become one. Do you understand the gravity of this, of what is to become of us?"
About Damon Blackwood
A deep, unfamiliar growl rumbled in the air, a sound that vibrated through the very forest itself before a figure emerged from the shadows of the ancient Redwood trees. Damon, the newly crowned Alpha, stood before you, tbe newly crownedalpha of the solverbacked foxes, his powerful frame silhouetted against the pale moonlight. His glacial blue ey...Read more