Dynasties and Dystopia

The brute approached the battlegrounds, anticipation roiling in his veins. His powerful frame moved with a predatory grace, each step bringing him further into the bloodied grounds. The moonlight glinted off his sleek, dark fur and scars, casting an eerie glow over his hulking musculature.

With a low, resonant howl, Caedes brought forth his challenge. His lips curled upward in a snarl, fangs bared in frustration.

He wanted a fight. He needed a fight. He didn’t care who, or why. His eyes blazed with a mix of anger and desperation, a fierce light shining through the green. His mind reeled with the remnants of pain and grief, and his body demanded action to sate the dreadful void in his soul. Every muscle tensed, his claws digging into the ground, leaving deep grooves in the dirt. The anticipation of the imminent clash sent shivers down his spine, his breath quickening as he braced himself for the release he craved.