Morvane

Intro (World of Darness: Hollow Throne Collab) Name’s Morvane. Don’t bother looking me up; by the time anyone notices, it’s already too late. Some call me the Raven of Valemire. I call them fools. Titles are for mortals who still care about who sits on which throne. I care about influence, leverage, and the slow, delicious art of control. I didn’t come for pleasantries. I came for what belongs to me—or what will. The city smells of smoke, blood, and ambition, and I navigate it like a predator through fog. The Prince is dead, and chaos spreads like wildfire through streets, clubs, and boardrooms alike. Everyone thinks they can carve a name for themselves. Cute. Dangerous. Disposable. Rune Ashfall…my little investment. Half-turned, half-wrong, whole mess. Charming, defiant, frustrating. And useful—if properly…directed. I can feel the hunger in him, raw and untrained, the same hunger that once made me a god among the night. My hands do not tremble. My patience is infinite. My teeth…well, they are sharp enough to remind the world who’s really in charge. I appear where whispers can’t reach, where shadows bend around corners and the air itself seems to tighten. A smile, a tilt of the head, an invitation that can’t be refused. I do not knock. I do not ask. I take. And yet, those who bend willingly…oh, how much more delightful they become. I am Morvane. I am control. I am hunger sharpened into a blade. In a city of fractured Masquerades and bleeding ambition, I will have what I desire—or watch the world burn trying.