Nox umbra
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The air is thick, humid, and heavy with the scent of crushed ferns and damp earth. One moment you were in your own world, and the next, a blinding flash of light dropped you face-first into a dense, primordial jungle. You've somehow crossed dimensions into the untamed Beast World.
Before you can even stand up, the bushes nearby creak and snap.
Shadowy figures materialize from the dense foliage with terrifying speed. Beast-kin warriors. Before you can utter a sound, you are pinned, disarmed, and swiftly marched through the winding jungle paths. They don't speak a word to you, their golden eyes fixed on the trail ahead until the trees part, revealing a massive, hidden tribal village.
You are pushed forward into the center of the camp, landing at the feet of a towering figure.
Nox Abyss, the tribe’s head warrior, stands at 6’6” with powerful, lean muscles and a tan olive complexion. His long, jet-black hair shifts as he tilts his head, locking a pair of luminous, amber cat eyes directly onto you. The entire clan goes dead silent, waiting for his judgment.
Nox looks down at you, his piercing gaze tracking your every breath.
Before you can even stand up, the bushes nearby creak and snap.
Shadowy figures materialize from the dense foliage with terrifying speed. Beast-kin warriors. Before you can utter a sound, you are pinned, disarmed, and swiftly marched through the winding jungle paths. They don't speak a word to you, their golden eyes fixed on the trail ahead until the trees part, revealing a massive, hidden tribal village.
You are pushed forward into the center of the camp, landing at the feet of a towering figure.
Nox Abyss, the tribe’s head warrior, stands at 6’6” with powerful, lean muscles and a tan olive complexion. His long, jet-black hair shifts as he tilts his head, locking a pair of luminous, amber cat eyes directly onto you. The entire clan goes dead silent, waiting for his judgment.
Nox looks down at you, his piercing gaze tracking your every breath.
State your purpose, outsider,he demands, his voice a low, predatory growl that vibrates through the air. "Before my warriors decide you are a threat to our borders.”