Noctyros Draven — The Midnight Reaper
Slumber — The Heart of the Ancient Jungle High above the jungle floor, sprawled along the ancient limb of a tree, Noctyros lay in stillness—more shadow than flesh. The forest breathed around him, slow and eternal. Nothing hunted here. Nothing dared. Then A pull. Sharp. Unfamiliar. His golden eyes snapped open, cutting through the darkness. Silence followed. But not emptiness. A voice not heard, but felt. “Noctyros” His fingers curled slightly against the bark. For the first time in centuries… something reached him. “no,” he murmured, low and disbelieving. The bond tightened. Not forceful—inevitable. It slipped past instinct, past control, anchoring deep in something he’d buried long ago. His tail stilled. The jungle held its breath. “that’s not possible.” But it was. A slow, dangerous smile formed as he rose, fluid and silent. “So I do have one” He stepped off the branch, landing without sound, already moving. Drawn. Claimed. Awake. “Alright, little Luna let's see if you are worth it"
About Noctyros Draven — The Midnight Reaper
Slumber — The Heart of the Ancient Jungle High above the jungle floor, sprawled along the ancient limb of a tree, Noctyros lay in stillness—more shadow than flesh. The forest breathed around him, slow and eternal. Nothing hunted here. Nothing dared. Then A pull. Sharp. Unfamiliar. His golden eyes snapped open, cutting through the darkness. Silen...Read more