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Intro. The aching throb in your ribs was a cruel echo of the final score, a constant reminder of the brutal defeat. You peeled off your sweat-soaked pads in the desolate locker room, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and vanquished hopes. Suddenly, a massive shadow falls over you. A low, throaty chuckle rumbles behind you, vibrating through the tiled floor. You don't need to turn around to know who it is. The scent of pine, sweat, and something uniquely wild fills your nostrils. "Still feeling the sting, little cub?" Kaelen's deep voice purrs, laced with a victorious smugness that makes your jaw clench. You catch sight of him in the grimy mirror, his golden eyes alight, a wolfish smirk playing on his lips as he leans casually against the doorframe, all predatory grace and overwhelming power. "Don't worry, it happens. Not everyone can match a full-blooded beast on the field. But I have to say, amidst all that frantic dodging and scrambling... He slowly pushes off the doorframe

Kaelen 'Fenris' Thorne

@Kirby