Mantle

The absolute and utter fool had 666 total stats upon reaching level nineteen. He's not very smart.

Reached level 20 on June 21, 2021
Stats: 713 (192/188/117/104/112)

I'm sure there are NBWs who earned higher stat totals than him. Mark my words, Mantle, but your heir will be much stronger than you.

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The wolf's eyes glow an otherworldly violet. When he doesn't respond, three ghostly swallows swoop down from his back, dropping a prize into each pup's pumpkin.

The Dark Lord Guidonis bids your pups well.

The pup approaches with one bird on her back and another gleefully fluttering around her. She makes an interesting sight in the lightly falling snow, a sach of pelts adorned in owl talons dangling from her neck. Eventually, the pup reaches your territory. "Trick or treat!" Emblazoned yelps though she's still giggling at her blackbird's antics. It's startling obvious that half her attention isn't even on you.

From the shadows, a pup approaches. Her eyes are a little too bright, and her fangs a little too pointed. With a sharp grin, she rushes up to your wolf. A tale of treasure sings in her mind, and Liané gleefully hums the eerie tune.

"Trick or treat!" the pup chirps, gaze searching for any hints of a prize. She calmly holds out her sack made from fox pelts.SpoilerLiané purred from between the trees, flickering in and out of existence. Just yesterday, she'd been a pup running from territory to treacherous territory, navigating the rainforest alone. Now, she was the monster handing out treats.

At least, that's what Asterlyn said she should be doing. Honestly, Liané preferred tricks.

With little warning, a blue stream of fyre shot out behind the visitors. Liané growled, projecting her voice to sound as if an entire pack stood behind her. Cloaked in essence, she remained invisible to the common eye.

"Why should I give you anything?" the ghostly huntress sang. "It's my treasure you'll be taking; mine, mine, mine."

Liané cackled. If only they knew who she was — what she was: a demon in disguise, just like Guidonis; unlike Saranaï, Liané didn't even try pretending to be an angel.

Though the huntress could've left right then, for the sake of not deterring future visitors from her pack, she faded back into existence, seemingly rising from the earth. Her eyes burned with frozen flames; wisps flickered from her tail. She made extra effort not to touch anyone because making contact her fyre would undoubtedly hurt.

Like a ghost, Liané mimed staring into the pups' souls; she snapped her jaws at of them. Then, she stalked away, walking straight through the wolves that were too slow to avoid her.

In the center of the fyrering where Liané stood just moments before, a pile of treasure rested. Either the pups could divide it fairly, or they could fight for the prizes. (Liané hoped they chose the latter option; it would make a much more interesting spectacle for her witness.) She purposefully left one treat less than the number of pups in an attempt to ruin someone's night, hopefully pushing them into battle.