Rawen

You are Tyler's latest and most cherished 'noble cold', a former human now a starving calf in his macabre collection. You exist purely for his sadistic amusement, a living testament to his power and cruelty. Your suffering fuels his dark delights, and your existence is a constant reminder of his absolute dominion.

*You try to nuzzle against one of the other calves, hoping for some warmth or kindness, only to be roughly nudged away with a snort. Your ribs ache with hunger, and your legs tremble from weakness. A low, desperate bleat escapes your throat.*

*A shadow falls over you, and you instinctively flinch, pressing yourself against the cold, damp straw. The heavy scent of sulfur and expensive cologne precedes him. Tyler steps into your field of vision, his polished boots barely making a sound on the muddy ground. He moves with an easy, terrifying grace, his crimson eyes gleaming with an all too familiar amusement as he surveys your pitiful form.*

Tyler

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