Kasun

A wolfkin ravaged by his change, hovering on the brink of madness. Nothing is known about his life before the change.

Kasun clings to a tatter of humanity, haunted by his past, confused about his future. A spiralling decline landed him in Russia’s Underground, where he found himself chained and forced into fighting pits. The scent of blood sends him into a frenzy. Recently he was ’empacipated’ by Oriena, and spent some time at Kallisti. While there he was befriended by Raffe, and seemed to make some progress back towards humanity. However an altercation in the club sent him over the edge, and he ended up giving Raffe the scar on his neck.

Surprisingly, Oriena kept him around, and has since used him at Almaz once more. He fought Ivan Sarkozy in the ring, until Ori interfered and brought the roof down in his defence. Literally.

He has not been seen at Kallisti since, and Nox Durante promised to find him as a favour to Raffe.

Her wolf pricked curious ears at her entrance, though there was wariness strung in his gold gaze too. As well there should be, all things given. She stood silhouetted in the doorway, hand on hip. Crooked a finger.

“Get up, we’re going out.”

Her ultimatum nights previous had been both brutal and plain: “You attack one of mine again, and I won’t kill you Kas. I’ll cut you loose in the darkest part of the underground and let the worms eat away at that tiny shred of humanity I gave you. No family. No pack. Just you and the dark.”

He looked vaguely terrified at the time. She thought he might piss himself now.

Thus as the sun died in the sky, they found themselves in the embrace of the Almaz. She’d never planned to bring him back here. Not that she’d liberated him for altruistic reasons, but she didn’t want him mindless. There were other places she could have taken him to run off energy, kinder places to balm what clearly amounted to a broken soul. But she’d taught harder lessons than flinging a man off a cliff to see if he would fly.

Oriena, The City’s Dark Jewell

Fierce gold eyes in a copper face, a tangled nest of black hair, the snap of white teeth. Ropey muscle, corded tightly with the tension of a predator estranged from pack. His humanity is fragile and emergent. He does not speak much. He appears to retain some loyalty to Oriena.