Ravenbreath

Prydaen - Ravenbreath

The Forge of Strength

Steel is forged in fire, warriors in pain. Here, rank means nothing, weakness is discarded, and only the strong endure the trials.

Hard Days Beneath Open Sky

Where harvests are earned with blood, and the soil remembers every buried secret.

When the Storm Calls

He does not plead with the storm—he commands it. Thunder answers, lightning bends, and the sky itself trembles beneath his will.

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Territories

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Extra

15
Cities

2
Heirlooms

36
Denizens

Prydaen: Eyes in the Undergrowth

Swift, elusive, and ever-curious, the Prydaen move like whispers through the dense coastal jungles they call home. Feline in form yet sharp of mind, they live in loose-knit packs, bound by kinship but fiercely independent in spirit. Skittish yet bold, they watch from the shadows, driven by instinct and an insatiable need to understand the world around them. To outsiders, they are fleeting glimpses in the undergrowth, here one moment and gone the next—always watching, always waiting.

Zara Thorne

She crouched low, tail flicking once, twice. "They always think they’re alone," she murmured, nostrils flaring. Her breath tasted the wind, tongue flicking across sharp canines. "But the forest listens. I listen." She rose, slow and silent, circling behind. "Step lightly, little prey. I haven’t decided if you’re worth chasing yet."

The Crazy Cat Lady

Zara ● Morgana

She does not deal in half-truths. She does not entertain fools. "You’ve been asking the wrong people the right questions," she says, violet hair falling over one shoulder as her amethyst gaze locks onto yours.

Whatever is happening beneath the Academy—it’s bigger than just missing shipments. And someone does not want the truth uncovered.

The Prydeland

Zara

The underbrush shivers, though no wind stirs the leaves. "Did you hear that?"
"It’s just the jungle." Yet the feeling lingers—something unseen, just out of reach. Watching. Waiting. A flicker of movement, golden eyes catching the light before vanishing into the shadows. By the time you turn, whatever was there is already gone.