Ravenbreath

Cervitaur - Ravenbreath

Where Secrets Sip Beside Steel

Where flirtation meets danger, and not all blades are sheathed behind the bar.

The Marching Camp of Conquest

A restless army bound by conquest, sharpening its blades for the battles to come.

Edge of Salt and Shadow

A lush frontier where ambition meets the untamed wild.

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Domains
15
Outposts
3
Bloodlines
1
Extra
32
Stories

Cervitaur: Grace in the Green Between

Woven into the rhythms of wind and root, Cervitaurs are wanderers of the wild—moving where the trees whisper and the stars shift. Their lives follow the path of the seasons, treading lightly across moss and meadow, always in step with the balance of life. To them, the forest is not a home—it is kin, sacred and ever-watching.

Gentle by choice, not weakness, they prefer peace over conflict but do not flee from danger. When called to defend, their swiftness becomes fury, their antlers a force of nature. Each clan carries the wisdom of generations—songs whispered under moonlight, rites danced in sacred glades, and the unshakable belief that every life, no matter how small, holds weight.

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Elowyn 

She pressed her lips to your ear, breath sweet with venom. "You feel it, don’t you? The emptiness behind your eyes?" Her fingers danced across your chest like a lover’s—until they stilled. "That’s not forgetting. That’s theft." Her smile widened as she leaned back. "But it’s not mine. I only take the rest."

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