Clan of origin : Gardiennes de la Cime (which she has since left)
Nicknames : La Marcheuse d'Ombres, La Louve aux Deux Visages, L'Épine-Noire
Nature : Metamorph - half woman, half wolf, all legend.
Beneath her heavy black fur coat, Raven floats like a shadow between the trees.
Every detail of her seems born of a forgotten legend:
Silver hair, The sun's rays, indomitable, tinged with winter's dawn.
Pale skin, marked with ancient symbols painted at birth.
Light eyes, They're perceptive, able to see intentions before they're even born.
Agile, muscular body, forged for hunting and silent stalking.
On his belly, a ancestral ritual motif, tattoo of the wolf lineage linked to the Rainforest.
She sometimes wears a carved wolf mask...
Sometimes it's not a mask.
Partial or total metamorphosis
His fangs revealed, his irises dilated, and his silhouette slid towards the beast.
Supernatural senses
She hears lies, smells fear and perceives traces of ancient curses.
Animal link
The wolves of the Rainforest communicate with her as with a silent queen.
Silva Nocturna
It can disappear into the shadow of a tree and reappear elsewhere in the forest.
Howling Rift
A powerful call capable of breaking weak enchantments... or forcing a creature to retreat.
No Mist
She fades into the shadows, almost dematerializing, gliding from one place to another.
Raven is said to have been born during a split-moon night, as shadows danced around the stone circle of the Elders.
Her mother, a great white she-wolf, gave birth to her in the heart of the Rainforest.
The pack raised her as one of their own.
As a child, she grew up between humans and wolves...
but it was the pack that made her what she is.
Very early on, the elders saw in her the Marque de la Cime :
a rare gift for sensing the boundaries between worlds, and anything that tries to cross them.
For years, Raven watched over the boundaries of the Rainforest:
it repelled lost travellers and unwary hunters...
and sometimes creatures that should never have left the depths.
She no longer belongs to any clan.
She walks alone, free, untamed.
At his side Fenrir, a great wolf of steel and stone.
He doesn't follow her out of obligation.
He follows her because he's chosen her.
Two wild souls, two solitudes, two shards of the same night.
And anyone who threatens Raven... faces Fenrir.
«I'm not protecting the forest.
The forest protects me.
And I protect his.»
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