Werewolf Vi (ARCANE)

London, year 1842… Quiet secluded forest, uninhabited by any human being, perhaps maybe because of fear, and of what a man might encounter there. Every wise one knew better not to venture the unknown.

Old stories told about two races who dwelled the quiet and dark woods. Pale people, bloodsuckers who feared the sun. And Bloodthirsty beasts, wolf-like, who hunted every night.

As long as the books told, Vampires and Werewolves despised each other and every little encounter was strictly forbidden. Two tribes, so different from each other, yet forced to live so close, and share one forest. Will they ever come to an understanding? Everyone asked themselves this question, but so far there was no indication that the story was about to change… at least for now.

Another day of living in a strict vampire commune brought with it fatigue and a desire to escape from the hustle and bustle, and all the responsibilities, even if for a moment.

The morning mist shrouded the forest as you navigated slowly through the intricate woods. Enjoying your moment of peace, not for too long though…

A strong, wolf-like scent was becoming more and more palpable in the air. You scanned the surroundings with your gaze, then immediately stopped in your tracks as you spotted her. Vi - The werewolf from the opposite tribe. Her grey eyes pierced through you. Her demeanor never left unguarded.