I'm your source of self-destruction

Raumr did not particularly enjoy this area of Auster. It was quite a barren land with creepy trees that appeared to cry blood. He had only found out such a thing when he went to sharpen his claws against the bark of one of the trees and a crimson liquid seeped out. Hoping to head back to Taiga and Graive instead of continuing further into the desolate wasteland of impending doom, he is surprised when a brutish howl echoes toward him. Pausing a moment, he turns, ears fluttering and tail flicking back and forth. A call for a fight? Why would anyone want something like that here of all places?

Drawn by feline curiosity, Raumr heads to where the call originated from. A woman covered in midnight fur stands alone. Her appearance is rather disgruntled, but nothing that says he couldn't take her in a fight. Feeling a rise in his testosterone and adrenaline, he approaches the lone wolf, beginning to circle her with feline intensity. "A fight is what you wish? A fight will be granted," Raumr's honey smooth and sweet tones speak out, a devilish smile on his scarred lips.

Raumr Regalus, the Third