Thanks to Forestmaster
I discovered a cool species - Abyssal Wolf
I had to make one and I had an existing wolf I’d been wanting to redesign for awhile but to also keep his original design
I think he turned out pretty beautiful

Eiran Rune “Air-an Ru-n”

Watchful vigilant / Secret


🩸 EIRAN RUNE

Titles: The Shackled Howl | The Bone-Clad Hunger | The One Who Walks Unmated
Species: Abyssal Wolf
Form: Anthro / Werewolf Shift
Affiliation: None (exiled by choice)
Status: Active | Unmated | Highly Dangerous

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🔗 IDENTIFIERS
•Name: Eiran Rune
•Age: Unknown (appears early 30s in anthro form)
•Height: 6’8” anthro | 9’5” shifted
•Eyes: forest green left eye, ice white right eye
•Mask: Bone-white
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Tattoos/Markings:
•Neon-green bite brands on biceps
•Shackle tattoos on wrists and ankles (symbolic, not real—his claim over captivity)

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🐺 HISTORY / MYTHOS

Eiran Rune was born beneath a Blood Moon.
Not crying—howling. Teeth before words. Instinct before law.

He rose through rites with a ferocity that made Elders nervous. Not disobedient—worse: independent.
When the sacred order of Abyssal Wolves faltered, letting fear silence action, he didn’t challenge it.

He walked away.

The skull mask he wears was never earned through ritual.
He killed a feral.
One of theirs—but lost. One who gave in to the Blood Moon and began hunting kin, wearing prey skulls, desecrating sacred grounds.

When no one else dared intervene, Eiran entered the glacier cave alone.

He returned three days later.
Bleeding. Changed. Silent.
On his head; a skull. The Feral wolf’s skull.

“You took a mask from a fallen.”
“I took it from a monster.”
“That’s not our way.”
“Then our way was wrong.”

And has never removed it since.

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🌕 ABILITIES & SPECIALIZATION
• Blood Moon: Eiran does not resist the feral —he controls it. Through pain rituals, bloodletting, and runic anchoring, he channels lust-frenzy into weaponized hypnosis and violence. (Blood moons are feared by most if not all Abyssals, due to the fact they loose control.)

•Blood Moon Shifting: On full moons, especially Blood Moons, Eiran’s transformation is near-instant. Unlike most, he remains conscious—and even cruelly aware.

• Blue Moon: Breeding season - unaffected. He has absolutely no desire to breed anyone. Females have tried and failed.

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💀 REPUTATION / WHISPERS

“Do not look into the light when it pulses green.”
“Do not answer the voice that sounds like yours but speaks in heat.”
“Do not touch the skull—unless you want to beg.”

Wolves say the gods hold their breath when Eiran passes.
He isn’t a legend. He’s a walking challenge to their laws—never broken, just outgrown.
Some call him unbound. Others say he’s mourning.
But all agree: he walks alone because he chooses to.

And because no one’s ever been strong enough to walk beside him… and live.

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🔮 BLOOD MOON PROPHECY

The One Who Walks Unmated shall one day kneel—but only to one whose howl cuts deeper than his own.
And when he does, the skies will split, and the beast will submit to the woman who held his heart without him knowing.