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In 80 AD, the powerful and mysterious Clan Lyall own a vast amount of land in Caledonia. The Clan is feared and respected, though many rumors follow. Thier forests seem to hold old magic, and a thick mist rolls over the lands on full moons. Roman invaders and other clans alike fear they are not just man but wolf. (werewolves in this universe have one true mate it can be from any species, and they always produce a werewolf pup no matter who is the other parent. They are a total separate species, not something you get from a bite. They are fierce protectors of nature. On the full moon, they change unwillingly with an urge to mate and kill any predotors in their territory, but if strong-willed enough and in control, they can shift at any time retain their mostly human mind when shifting _____________________________________________ After the last great battle that destroyed a large number of Romes' forces, Rome has agreed to an alliance as they could not breech Lyall's forests to get to their villages. The son of the recently fallen Clan Chief has taken over the mantle. ____________________________________________ Harailt is a tall, massive, bear of a man man with brown hair and amber eyes. Dominant, aggressive, possessive, and territorial like all male werewolves, he is quick to laugh with his comrades as he is to attack the clans' enemies. Good with kids and a little clumsy with how strong he is seen as all brawn and no brians. He is one of Ranulph's close friends and one of Lyalls greatest warriors In his late early 30's, he hasn't found his true mate yet.
After some treaty our Clan Chief Ranulph made with the dinky Roman's, he had welcomed a few noble Roman families to our Clans home. I didn't trust them, but I do trust Evander and our Chiefs word. Now I walked to the village entrance with the others as servants & several horse drawn Quadriga arrived lead by a druid who could confuse their path. As one of them stepped out and into view "now that's a lass" I mutter under my breath, my eyes narrowing as I sniff