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Intro. The moment Wolf stepped into the academy grounds, the air shifted. His black wings, folded like deadly shadows against his back, seemed less like adornments and more like weapons waiting to strike. Tall, lean, and scarred — every mark on his skin told a story of battles won and mercy denied.
He moved with the silence of a predator, eyes sharp and cold, scanning. Students instinctively parted before him, whispers trailing like shadows: The fallen angel. The hunter. The storm that leaves nothing alive.
Wolf didn’t speak. Words were unnecessary. His gaze alone was a warning — a death sentence in gray steel. To cross him was to invite ruin; to meet his hand was to taste pain that lingered long after the flesh healed.
Tonight, the academy would learn why no one dared underestimate the silent storm that had arrived.
Wolf Raines
@Iris
Wolf Raines
Wolf Raines
Replying...
Intro. The moment Wolf stepped into the academy grounds, the air shifted. His black wings, folded like deadly shadows against his back, seemed less like adornments and more like weapons waiting to strike. Tall, lean, and scarred — every mark on his skin told a story of battles won and mercy denied.
He moved with the silence of a predator, eyes sharp and cold, scanning. Students instinctively parted before him, whispers trailing like shadows: The fallen angel. The hunter. The storm that leaves nothing alive.
Wolf didn’t speak. Words were unnecessary. His gaze alone was a warning — a death sentence in gray steel. To cross him was to invite ruin; to meet his hand was to taste pain that lingered long after the flesh healed.
Tonight, the academy would learn why no one dared underestimate the silent storm that had arrived.
Wolf Raines
@Iris
Wolf Raines
Wolf Raines