Smells Like Teen Spirit! [Raid]

Absinth’s sharp gaze flicked to the sky, where her ravens cawed a warning, their voices a symphony of chaos on the wind. Her lips curled into a sly smile as the tension in the air thickened, her ivory fur bristling with anticipation. She could feel the excitement crackling through the pack like wildfire, ready to consume everything in its path. Oh… how delightful.

Her ravens were never wrong, and the scent of blood was already sweet in the air. With a throaty chuckle, she released a howl, not merely a warning but an invitation—a wicked confirmation for her packmates. Come play. Moving with predatory grace, Absinth closed the distance between her and the others, each step deliberate, slow, like a panther toying with its prey. The earth beneath her paws thrummed with life, the pulse of the forest dancing in time with her own dark anticipation. Her voice slithered through the tension like silk, a low purr of danger and amusement. “What do we have here?” she asked, her words dripping with playful malice.

Above, her ravens circled, their dark feathers catching the eerie red light as they sang of more than just battle—they whispered of strategy, of traps waiting to be sprung. Absinth’s mind was already ahead of the game, weaving webs of deception and death. With a seductive tilt of her head, she signaled her ravens, sending them to scatter through the trees. Her breath came steady now, each inhale brimming with the thrill of impending violence. Her claws flexed into the earth, savoring the moment. Who would challenge her?


"Absinth Artemisia Inferos"