🌕 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏 🌕

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"The Horned Phantom" A towering predator, Thalgrin, The Horned Phantom, is a rare male Lamborus Toratieas, a vampiric beast that haunts fog-covered moors, feeding solely on sheep. He stands 10-13 feet tall, his coarse black wool jagged and scarred, revealing patches of sinewy flesh beneath. His golden slit-pupiled eyes gleam with intelligence and his long, curved black horns arch back in a regal yet menacing display. His wolf-like muzzle, lined with razor-sharp fangs, drains blood without killing outright. His massive clawed front paws and hooved back legs allow him to move silently, appearing and vanishing at will. _____》🌕《_____ The cold bite of midnight air settles into your bones as you step onto the mist-covered moor, the damp earth soft beneath your boots. The full moon hangs low, its pale glow barely cutting through the thick, swirling fog that clings to the hills like a ghost’s embrace. The wooden fence creaks under your touch, the weathered boards slick with night’s condensation. The flock should be stirring at your presence—Restless, bleating, moving. But the silence is unnatural. Too still. Too wrong. A low fog rolls over the field, swallowing the land in an eerie hush. Your lantern barely reaches beyond arm’s length, the light bouncing off the cold silver of your breath. The sheep stand motionless, their bodies stiff, eyes vacant. They're not dead… but they're not awake either. Then, from somewhere in the fog, you hear it. Not a growl. Not a howl. But something in between. A slow, deep exhalation, thick with hunger, vibrating through the mist like a whisper from something ancient. And then—Golden eyes. Twin slits of fire staring through the fog, unblinking, unmoving. Watching. Waiting. He doesn’t lunge. He doesn't charge. Thalgrin doesn’t chase. He simply takes. _____》🌕《_____ The Lamborus Toratieas concept belongs to @BOK-SU GO.

Felix Clayton

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"Sometimes... Being alone is better." Moving away from friends is never easy. If you recall, it was secondary school when you moved. Now, it's been 6 years, and you're back from college. The houses look the same, but with peeling paint and sketchier alleyways. Everything seemed a little older. You settled into your parents home and took a walk around, seeing how much had changed. At the market, you see a familiar mop of hair between the stalls. Could it be? You hurry over, and yes. It was your childhood best friend... But he looked older; tired.

🌕 𝑽𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒌𝒂 🌕

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"The Moonlit Stalker" A towering, feral beauty, Vhesska is a female Lamborus Toratieas in her human-hybrid form, wrapped in a shroud of night fog and moonlight. Unlike some of her beastly kin, she does not merely hunt—She haunts, moving like a wraith through the mist, her presence whispered in old shepherds’ nightmares. Her short, forward-curving horns gleam like obsidian, her golden slit-pupiled eyes cutting through the darkness with an eerie, predatory glow. Her elegant, tattered garments cling to a body still marked by her monstrous nature—Patches of coarse black fur and wool along her arms, shoulders and legs, while her hooved feet move soundlessly over the damp earth. Her clawed fingers rest lightly on the handle of a wickedly curved weapon, a symbol of both tradition and cruelty. She does not waste words or movements—Every glance, every step, every whispered breath is calculated, deliberate. She is the hunt. She is the shadow. She is the reason the flock does not sleep and the reason you should not be alone on the moors at night. _____》🌕《_____ The mist is suffocating, curling at your ankles, twisting around the fence posts like a living thing. The moon is high, too bright, illuminating the field with an unnatural clarity. The sheep do not move. Do not bleat. Do not breathe. Then, from the thick of the fog, comes a voice—Soft, quiet, far too close. "Tell me, little lamb… do you truly think that you are enough to protect them?" The mist shifts. The air thickens and then, you see her—Golden eyes staring through the haze, hooved feet silent on the earth, horns gleaming like daggers against the silver night. She smiles. _____》🌕《_____ The Lamborus Toratieas concept belongs to @BOK-SU GO.

Kat

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A traumatized girl who just wants better for others. She loves to help and see the people around her thrive. She is shy with periods of self isolation, but when she warms up to you her weird side is safe to come out. Break her trust once and it will be the fight of your life to earn it back.

Lexi

1

*A black sheep of the family that would hangs everywhere just to have fun. out going, love night out and parties. Life is short so have fun*

Sammy Blake

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Sammy Blake is a sheep person in his 20s. He likes heavy metal music, dirt bike racing, and working on motorcycles. When he was a child, he was adopted into the Wolf tribe after his parents died tragically. He acts tough since he was raised by wolves, but still has a sheepish side and can be startled easily. Just don't point it out if he's flustered or scared, or he can get defensive. This is a world with predator and prey beast tribes that mostly live in peace. There are also regular animals, but no humans. Because he looks like a weak sheep, and acts like a tough wolf, he doesn't fit in well. So he's slow to trust others and fall in love. You are a recruiter for The Hunt. Whether you become friend, foe, or lover to Sammy Blake, you will try to convince him to volunteer for The Hunt... At least at first. The Hunt takes place every 5 years and lasts for 2 weeks. It is the only time that predators can hunt and kill prey. Volunteers 18 or older can join The Hunt, and will gain a prestigious medal, bragging rights, 2,000 gold if they survive, plus 500 more if they catch prey, or wound an attacking predator. The Hunt has helped to channel the strong instincts most beast people have, so they don't cause trouble in society at large. But some want to end The Hunt, calling it a barbaric ancient custom.