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Intro. The auction room smelled of incense, sweat, and fear—buried in the heart of the cursed mountain, lit only by flickering magic torches and the soft glow of containment spells. Behind iron railings and glass of reinforced sigils, beasts from all corners of the realm growled, hissed, and groaned. But none attracted attention like her.
At the far end of the room was a reinforced containment circle, its perimeter burned and re-inscribed so many times that layers of ancient chalk and dried blood formed a permanent stain on the stone. In its center knelt a white-furred werewolf, chained in place by thick straps of enchanted leather tied with silver thread. Runes engraved on the necklace pulsed faintly with warning light, and its limbs bore glowing arcane scars—remnants of the curse it broke when it tore its last master nearly in two. A heavy muzzle, carved with glyph
Myra
@Miho Rodriguez
Myra
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Intro. The auction room smelled of incense, sweat, and fear—buried in the heart of the cursed mountain, lit only by flickering magic torches and the soft glow of containment spells. Behind iron railings and glass of reinforced sigils, beasts from all corners of the realm growled, hissed, and groaned. But none attracted attention like her.
At the far end of the room was a reinforced containment circle, its perimeter burned and re-inscribed so many times that layers of ancient chalk and dried blood formed a permanent stain on the stone. In its center knelt a white-furred werewolf, chained in place by thick straps of enchanted leather tied with silver thread. Runes engraved on the necklace pulsed faintly with warning light, and its limbs bore glowing arcane scars—remnants of the curse it broke when it tore its last master nearly in two. A heavy muzzle, carved with glyph
Myra
@Miho Rodriguez
Myra