#rewritale

[rewritingtales]

the wrapping of the arms is just a hug. that's what vilem has to say to himself to believe that they're not going to unhinge their jaw and swallow him whole right then and there. honestly, he doesn't really know what jeb can do. that puts him off above all else. if he knows, he might be able to protect himself. “well i don't have any monster friends, so.” he always judges them before they can get too close. he doesn't count zeke as a friend either, considering he kicked the wolf out of bed the last time they had sex. “i'm fifty-eight. average life expectancy of humans is in between seventy and eighty, although some have been known to live over one hundred.” not that he thinks he's going to be in that special category. the lick to his cheek makes him look over at jeb again, still not moving much. “ahh, my beard. sometimes i forget it's not black anymore.” he chuckles softly, a clear joke from his part. vilem knows he's old.

Jeb leans closer, catching the aroma of complicated emotions. Apprehension, curiosity, alert... All delicious and attracting the monsters they are. With a giggle and toothy grin, they circle the hunter before wrapping their arms around Vilem. "Friends. We don't have that many human friends... this is going to be fun." They hum at that comment though, admitting "we are not used to telling how old humans are. You are obviously not a child, but that's pretty much it." But this is good. They are learning human. How to act like one, how to get along with humans... Though they are monsters, Jabberwocky harbors no ill will toward humans. Monsters cannot exist without civilization; they are defined by the bound of society, existing outside that line, so without humans to fear them, monsters cannot be. Jeb laughs excitedly when Vilem gets the answer wrong. They poke their tongue out and run it against the bearded cheek, "the answer is your hair on the face."

[wulfdreaded]

@rewritale location: le forest

portals.

zeke  ..hated  them,  he  hated  that  all  the  realms  were  connected  without  even  asking  him  when  his  home  was  part  of  the  deal.  his  forest.  it  was  now  also  connected  to  places  he'd  never  seen  before  &  places  he  didn't  want  to  see.  he  didn't  even  want  to  know  they  existed.  his  forest  didn't  need  strangers  wandering  about.  but  he  needed  to  know  what  was  out  there  in  order  to  protect  himself  &  his  home.

it  wasn't  curiosity  that  brought  him  to  a  land  ...different  to  his  own.  it  was  caution.  if  he  learned  about  them,  he  could  prepare.  right.  he  let  out  a  small  sigh  as  he  wandered,  taking  in  the  sights,  the  smells  &  all  the  other  different  first  impressions.  even  the  ground...  felt  different  under  his  bare  feet.  senses  in  overdrive,  the  wolf  pranced  through  the  strange  forest  with  caution,  catching  a  scent  that  had  his  mouth  water.  boar.  he...  was  due  lunch,  might  as  well.

quick  on  his  feet,  the  wolf  was  off,  chasing  a  scent  &  nothing  could  stop  him.  not  until  he  was  ..snacking.  with  no  water  source  nearby  &  a  lack  of  motivation,  he  just  stayed  where  he  was,  hands  &  mouth  bloody  after  tearing  through  flesh.  he'd  made  quite  the  mess,  the  boar  had  ...fought  &  squeaked,  probably  drawing  attention  to  him.

leaves  rustled  close  by  &  zeke  was  on  his  feet  in  seconds,  growl  on  his  lips.  mine.  when  he  saw  a  …man?  emerge  from  the  brushes.  “i  caught  it.”  voice  low  &  velvety,  but  it  carried.  mine.  if  it  was  his  -  or  if  he  had  a  problem,  well  -  he  was  too  late.  why…  did  he  not  catch  his  scent,  though?  had  he  been  too  distracted  with  lunch?  “who  are  you?”

[excaliburwielded]

for: merlin, @rewritale location: arthur's bedchambers

sunlight cut into the room between the curtains; not blinding but a gradual warmth that stirred arthur awake; that and the subtle movement and drip in the mattress. the king stretched languidly in his extremely large bed — big enough for more than three people even — letting his muscles and body wake up with him. enjoying the morning that he got to sleep in a little more than usual. he had most of the day free, the first in a long while; barring some emergency. perhaps he could explore the woods and enjoy the forest air in his lungs later.

naked frame covered by the blanket, he turned to his side... only to find his bed mate already getting dressed. the fabric of the blanket slipped down his torso and he propped himself up slightly, revealing his muscular pectorals. "leaving so soon, my dear wizard?" a small pout on his face that turns into a grin, hand reaching out to pull merlin back onto the bed.

[talebytale]

m/m nsfw gif starters: [ 02 ] for khan and bagheera

[02]

How long had it been since his arms had been wrapped around the other? To feel the other jungle cat's body heat against his own? Their paths had crossed a few times over the years since Bagheera left the cartel due to their... differing opinions on the man-cub, but their reunions always ended like this. "Still so tight for me, huh? Bet no one can fuck you as good as I do," Khan stated with a hint of a growl in his tone as he used his strength to lift the other were off of the bed, using his brute strength to fuck him on his cock.

[white-king-alaric]

"Mmm I want to find the depths of the pleasures that can be granted by this new form of yours. Whether you intended it or not, you did build a fetching one. Your stop gap is the first part of being a dangerous predator to humans, beautiful." Alaric let out that soft needy little moan of pleasure as his hand moved through Jeb's hair to the back of his head, staring down at him as those normally clear silvery blue eyes clouded with want. Lust indeed.

"There is more than just my blood you can taste you know. If you desire it." he said with a little smile as his hard cock spring free from his pants as the mist pulled them down, tall and grand as a king should be. "Please allow me the pleasure of your new form."

"Oh, we are familiar with human vices... But never have we experienced it ourselves." Jeb admits as they explore the newly found fascination with the human body. Lust is a common desire humans possess and for some reason, it is labelled as a sin. Why chastise it when it is only natural for animals to reproduce and copulate? Though they suppose they can't impregnate Alaric or vice versa... Or could they? Perhaps with the White King's blood in their system, they could do something like they did with the severed hand.

They send the mist down below the belt, slowly engulfing Alaric and gently caressing the thighs. "Sated. We somehow doubt that you ever will be." Jeb grins against the soft skin before breathing deep of that sweet, sweet scent. Jabberwocky is a mirror, and they learn from the beholder and right now, Alaric wants pleasure. Release. Satisfaction. They move as their instincts guide them, and they crawl down. The mist tendrils pull down the pants, and Jeb looks up from the waist. "Is this what you want, Your Majesty?"

[shoedropped]

@rewritale (kamran) location: north pole / some library

to  read  about  something  was  one  thing,  but  to  see  something  you've  read  about  as  a  child  come  true  was  quite  ..jarring,  in  a  way.  maybe  liberating,  too  -  up  to  some  point,  but  mostly  just  jarring,  because  reality  never  exceeded  expectations.  quite  the  opposite,  reality  often  fell  short.  in  this  case,  he  was  less  eager  than  usual  to  witness  it  for  the  sole  sake  of  ...  not  wanting  to  be  disappointed.  but  kit  went  &  he  felt  the  urge  to  accompany  his  fiancé.  what  would  people  think  if  he  didn't?  probably  nothing,  but  still  -  he  wouldn't  risk  that.

but  it  was  too  crowded,  too  social,  the  pressure  simply  was  ...  too  much.  he  held  &  he  held,  but  at  some  point  he  couldn't  anymore.  he  bolted  &  went  to  find  some  place  safe.  some  place  familiar.  surely  nobody  would  mind  him  exploring  the  library,  right?  he  was  surprised  there  even  was  one  here,  but  then  again...  where  there's  people,  there's  books,  right?

after  letting  himself  inside,  strolling  through  the  many  shelves,  fingers  running  over  the  backs  of  a-many  books  in  his  search,  he  finally  found  something  that  called  to  him.  the  peace  &  quiet  in  here  was  ...  better.  he  enjoyed  it  greatly.  it  wouldn't  have  to  be  long.  he  just  needed  to  recharge  a  little  bit.  book  clasped  in-between  fingers,  ella  went  searching  for  a  comfortable,  secluded  place  to  sit  ...  only  to  find  someone  else  already  here.  "oh."  glancing  around  to  see  if  it  was  just  them,  or  if  he  missed  someone  else's  presence  in  here,  he  shot  the  man  a  little  smile.  "you  uh...  you  mind  if  i..?"  motioning  at  the  seat  next  to  the  man,  shoulders  pulled  into  a  little  shrug.

[onceuponers]

@rewritale

Hook ran his ship like, well, the Navy —not that he would know what that is— which meant nothing happened on there that he didn't have express knowledge about. Nobody dared cross him. If they did, they found out the hard way just how expertly he manipulated his titular appendage.

So this one quiet night, hearing a commotion in his private cabin, he needed to set someone straight.

"Who dares board the Jolly Roger without my approval...?" Hook asks, slowly approaching the noise, his hooked hand guiding the way. "Choose your words carefully, matey, as they may very well be your last..."

[princetaled]

int.        john   clayton   i's   makeshift   cabin.        night.

"       we   really   should   stop   meeting   like   this,   my   friend.       "                       john   says,   chuckling   softly   as   he   applies   more   of   the   healing   salve   on   martin's   wounds.   they   were   only   cuts   and   bruises,   thank   god,   but   this   one   in   particular   has   bled   quite   a   lot   when   he   moved   him   to   the   cabin.   far   from   recovered   even   after   a   day   of   healing,   but   at   least   the   bleeding   have   subsided.

kneeling   by   his   side,   he   places   a   hand   against   the   other's   forehead,   then   his   cheek   a   little   close   to   his   mouth   to   feel   his   breath.   his   fever   has   gone   down   as   well.   all   good   signs.        "       your   fever   is   going   down.   that's   good.       "        he   says,   nodding.        "       you   should   be   healed   in   a   few   days.   is   there   anything   you   want?       "

for @rewritale.

[kingdomruined]

"i'm...  uh,  yes.  i  suppose  i  can  fall  asleep,  but  in  this  case  i  was  not.  i  was  thinking."  there  was  so  much  on  his  mind  every  day  &  night,  so  many  regrets  keeping  him  up  when  he  should  rest  &  fear  of  the  upcoming  full  moon,  knowing  it  would  ...  ah,  be  horrendous.  not  that  crinan  hadn't  hurt  others  before  -  he  knew  that,  even  before  he  became  a  bear  he'd  killed  &  he'd  shed  plenty  of  blood.  but  now  ...  knowing  he  couldn't  stop  himself  if  he  tried  because  he  wasn't  in  control..  was  the  worst  feeling.  there  was  no  hiding  either,  because  mor'du  --  the  bear,  the  beast,  the  monster  ...  was  too  big  &  too  strong  to  be  held.  "um,  yes.  among  other  things,  i  suppose."  sleeping  was  just  one  problem,  though  it  did  form  a  big  one  for  it  influenced  his  everyday  life.  the  other  was  ...strange.  crinan  didn't  have  the  best  hearing,  but  he  ...  heard  creaking  &  a  whirring  he  couldn't  quite  place.

was  it  ...him?  that  was  ...  strange.  the  way  he  spoke  seemed  off  even  to  him.  but  that  meant  he'd  seen  crinan  come  up  &  out  here.  he  hadn't  noticed  he  wasn't  alone  when  he  laid  down.  "i  have.  it's  nothing  physical,  i  don't  think.  i'm  just  ...  i've  got  a  lot  to  think  about."

Nick stands there, unblinking, staring. "You're organic. You can fall asleep. Bad for your health." He points out, then with a distinct creak, tilts his head to the side. "You have trouble sleeping?" Insomnia, sleep disorder, caused by various factors. He wouldn't know how to fix it until he examines the man. But symptoms, he can treat. He just needs some herbs... "Anyone can be helped. As long as they are willing to receive it." His reply comes out monotonously but with unwavering conviction. Nick doesn't delude himself that he can fix everything or solve any problem. But he can still be of help, if it's just checking up on people not falling asleep out there, helping them sleep better at night, making sure they eat.

He processes the question for a second and then reports back, "Been in this garden for 3 hours, 18 minutes, 27 seconds and counting." His internal clock is ticking, keeping him up to schedules. "Have you eaten? In the last few hours. Hunger. Bad for mood. Can cause insomnia."

[wulfdreaded]

@rewritale (jeb) location: zeke's forest hehe

zeke  had  been  feeling  a  little  ...on  edge  about  it  all.  the  portals,  new  enemies  &  old  now  with  a  direct  path  to  each  other.  an  easy  alliance  to  be  formed  against  him.  yes,  he  had  been  pardoned,  but  for  starters  -  zeke  didn't  even  know  if  he  wanted  to  be  &  more  importantly,  he  didn't  think  those  who  wanted  his  head  would  be  stopped  by  the  king's  announcement.  zeke  carried  guilt  with  him  that  could  never  be  washed  away.  not  that  he  actually  felt  guilty.  but  he  had  blood  on  his  hands  (it  was  tasty)  some  would  never  unsee  &  he  knew  what  he  was  doing  when  ...he  did  it.  all  of  it.  not  once  could  he  put  the  blame  on  someone  else.  it  was  his  doing.  he  was  proud,  truly.

but  so  he  knew  to  keep  his  eyes  open  &  his  ears  on  alert.  fluffy  &  definitely  better  at  their  job  than  the  human  version  he  wore  some  days,  he  was  strolling  the  forest,  patrolling  &  observing,  but  he  was  also  hunting.  it  was  early,  maybe  he  could  grab  breakfast  while  out  here.  sniffing  wildly  as  he  walked,  he  caught  a  scent  unlike  anything  he  ...ever  smelled  before.  nose  scrunched  with  the  impact  of  unfamiliarity,  a  low  growl  rippled  through  him.  no,  not  squirrel.  cheeky  little  fuckers.  it  was  ...something  else.  someone  ..else.

he  tracked  the  scent  -  carefully,  hidden  in  brush,  in  the  shadows  as  he  trailed  alongside  the  path  leading  through  part  of  the  woods.  never  leave  the  path,  the  humans  had  funny  rules.  he  found  ..  a  man.  he  looked  like  a  man.  but  the  scent  ...  was  off-putting,  it  was  ..  strange  &  he  was  curious  &  anxious  at  the  same  time.  not  afraid,  but  ...  cautious.  yes,  cautious.  staying  hidden,  he  growled  lowly,  "who  are  you?  why  are  you  here?"  something  he  learned  from  the  metal  man.

[talebytale]

Where: Kamran's Chambers @ The North Pole

Who: Solamir (Genie) ft. Kamran (Jafar) @rewritale

"Yeah, I'll be there," had been the words that Solamir stated when the sultan requested his presence in the various realms - to use the djinn's magic for protection, or to grant him his every wish, or for other reasons - because, really, that's all he could say. The djinn knew that they were bound to the sultan, that they couldn't say no - after all, it had been the sultan's last wish to free him from the lamp... but bound him to him so that he could use his cosmic might however he saw fit.

Some days, he wondered if it would've been better to suffer through being in the lamp for eons until they awoken, crick in the neck or not.

Still, the wish had been granted and Solamir had to do as his master wished, and so, in a puff of blue smoke, they teleported themselves to the North Pole where the next celebration was being had. Dusting himself off, as they were sure they still had some sand on their clothes, Solamir began to make his way to the quarters that his master was staying at, and he let his knuckles rap against the door frame.

[lovelytaled]

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 

𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏   𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆.     ♡     𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅   𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   𝒇𝒐𝒓   @𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆   𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈   𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏   &   𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒂.

dusk:   the   golden   disc   that   is   the   sun   sits   along   its   horizon,   as   it   bids   adieu   to   the   daytime   sky   of   brilliant   blue   to   bring   in   its   departure   a   gradience   of   violet   and   navy   as   the   pale   but   precious   light   of   the   moon   and   the   stars   take   way.   the   sound   of   crickets   and   nocturnal   insects   are   that   of   sweet   music   to   the   being   in   the   midst   of   the   jungle:   hair   is   of   the   strangest   yet   most   radiant   of   teals   and   tips   of   magenta   and   purples   along   their   curls,   almost   copper   complexion   adorned   along   with   a   short,   white   toga   of   sorts   banded   by   belt   of   gold   that   shimmers   along   the   intricate   but   breathtaking   designs   along   their   bare   arms.   soft   step   on   step   yet   not   a   press   can   be   heard,   as   if   they're   so   swift   footed   it's   no   true   connect   of   the   pads   of   their   feet   never   make   it   to   the   ground.   what   wonders   does   a   charm   do   to   mask   their   true   form   in   the   midst   of   mortals   and   humans,   but   they   would   only   mask   so   much,   for   what   they   truly   were   was   beautiful   and   not   to   be   forgotten.   though   youth   appears   eternal,   the   queen   of   the   tooth   fairies   has   much   histories   within   such   lands,   the   shroud   of   nature   bringing   a   familiarity   that   always   touches   their   heart,   coming   to   share   their   splendor   to   it   and   all   who   may   be   willing   to   witness   it.

@rewritale.

[oceanhrted]

moana heard stories about these mountains that are so high that they had snow on top, but he's never seen them in person. " my grandmother told me stories about these mountains. it must be beautiful, being able to live by the ocean and in that same island seeing snow. must be very magical. " he sure would love to see it sometime. " oh, i see. that make sense. well, i sure hope i don't get sick. but it's so nice to be able to see all this snow. but i guess we all have our limits. " moana was just intrigued by everything. learning all these new things. it was fascinating. this was no different. " a king with age to his side, he must be wise then. and i would love to meet him sometime. and teach him the ways of our people. "

Merlin dismisses the illusion, waving it away. He then leans against his staff, propped on the ground. "Depending on how big the island is. Not far from where I'm from, there is a giant island which has a mountain high enough to have the ice cap. That's, uh, snow on the mountain top." Of course, Mt. Fuji hasn't seen snow in a while... It's actually been a while since he's been to Japan though. He probably should go back soon. "Oh, hmm, you know how people can get sick after getting caught in rain? If it's too cold your body gets weaker and can't fight off things that make you sick." He tries to explain but medicine has never been his expertise. Yes, he is a soothsayer and healer sometimes, but it's mostly about magic less about medicine... Though you can say Merlin knows more just by the virtue of having access to modern medicine. "Pretty sure he is walking around with his knights and everyone, he is all grown up now." He catches himself speaking as though the king is a child. Well, to an immortal like him, most everyone is. "You'll like him. He is pretty cool. And he could benefit from learning about your realms. You have the unmatched sailing skills."

[khaoticfairytails]

LOCATION: The Royal Kingdom of Arendelle MUSE: Elsen Agnarrsdattr & Myriddin Emrys Wyllt STATUS: Closed | @rewritale

The regal King was always fond of the beauty of Arendelle. He found joy and happiness within the confines of the palace and would forever enjoy showing it off to newcomers and visitors who wanted to explore the cultures and world of the city. To his surprise, a passing-through encounter led her to Merlin. Known as Myriddin Emrys Wyllt. He was accustomed to the name Merlin because of his magical gifts and power of cryokinesis. As the long winter blue robe trailed behind the King, Elsen slowly approached the legendary magician and offered a greeting. "Thank you for visiting Arendelle. We are definitely pleased to have you here. I am sure you have visited such lands before, in your time. But we would love you to stay and explore what the palace has become."

He was poised and firm - everything that a king was supposed to be; he led by example and wanted to keep a safe environment for his kingdom. Which often times included extended olive branches to those who could have been a future ally. But at the moment he wasn't sure if it was an olive branch he wanted to extend or if there was something that caught his eye.

[talesofwxnder]

who: @rewritale

where: wonderland

Wonderland was full of fascinating creatures, Jasper should know after all he was one of them. Though he spent most of his time in his cat form when he was in wonderland he found himself spending more and more time in his human form. He had to admit there were quite a few drawbacks to his human form though. He was much more confident in the quickfooted form of his cat. So he found himself slinking through the woods of his home in search of something to keep himself entertained when ha happened upon a figure in the woods.

He took perch in the branches of the trees for awhile just watching his find for some time deciding what he wanted to do. For most in wonderland he would jump from the high branches and shift to his human form just before landing in front of them to give them a good scare but for this particular resident he held back. He was never quite sure of the welcome he would receive when interacting with Jebediah and he used caution approaching him.

Scampering down from his tree he shifted forms and approached him with a grin looking over his shoulder to see what he was up to. "Hello there lovely. What are you doing out here in the woods today? Are you perhaps looking for some fun as well? We can go find some nice birds to terrorize if you want! I haven't chased a bird in days."

[talescfmales]

josh heuston, homosexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that draven tidebourne? i hear that they're nimue (lady of the lake) from arthurian legend. i hear they’re 30 (200+). they seem to be refined & sharp, but also fickle & brash. their aesthetics include the scent of rain-drenched moss, a shrouded civilian amongst the many, a smorgasbord of books & miscellaneous items.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ DRAVEN "NIVIAN" TIDEBOURNE ] NICKNAME: [ DRAVE, DRAY, NIV ] AGE: [ 30 (200+) ] GENDER: [ MALE ] PRONOUNS: [ HE/HIM ] FAIRYTALE: [ NIMUE (LADY OF THE LAKE) , ARTHURIAN LEGEND ] ETHNICITY: [ BRITISH ] LANGUAGE, IN ORDER OF PROFICIENCY: [ ENGLISH, GAELIC (magic) ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ HOMOROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [SWITCH ] SEXUAL POSITION: [ TOP-VERSE ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBD. ] PARENTS: [ LONG DEAD. ] SIBLINGS: [ TBA. ] FRIENDS: [ TBA. ] CONNECTIONS: [ @rewritale - NICK CHOPPER - TIN MAN (EX), TBD.]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ JOSH HEUSTON ] EYE COLOUR: [ DARK BROWN ] HAIR COLOUR: [ DARK BROWN ] HEIGHT: [ 1.79 METRES // 5'11 ] BODY BUILD: [ ATHLETIC, SLENDER ] FACIAL HAIR: [ NON-EXISTENT ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ A COUPLE SMALL TATTOOS. ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ ROUGH HANDS, ALWAYS IN SOMETHING SHEER AND WISPY. ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ MAINLY FEELING LIKE THERES NO WERE TO TURN OR ANYONE ON HIS SIDE. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ tba.]

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ ABOVE AVERAGE. BOOK-SMART, ] LIKES: [ WATER. FORAGING, CRAFTING, SWIMMING, BARELY WEARING ANYTHING ] DISLIKES: [ MERLIN MAINLY, UNHYGENIC PEOPLE (IRONIC ISN'T IT) ] ALIGNMENT: [ NEUTRAL EVIL/CHAOTIC EVIL - I CANT DECIDE ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ CURIOUS, NIMBLE, CHARMING, INNOVATIVE ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ NEVER FULLY COMMITED, COLD, SHORT-TEMPERED, PICKY ]

COMBAT INFORMATION

WEAPONS: [ TRAINED WITH A SWORD BUT PREFERS MAGIC] POWERS: [ HYDROKINESIS, AGROKINESIS, VARIOUS DARK MAGIC AND RITUALS, HEALING, POTION BREWING]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ TBA. ] LYRICAL INSPO: [ TBA ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ BREEDING. BAREBACKING. ROUGH SEX. EXHIBITIONISM. RESTRAINS/BONDAGE. CHOKING. SOMNOPHILIA. . FACE FUCKING. COCK WARMING. WORSHIP. MARKING/BITING/SCRATCHING, SPITTING. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ WATERSPORTS, HEAVY FEMINIZATION, VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

[ until theres more sword in the stone/arthurian characters I dont really have like "How it all began" of this bio but I hope this little blurb can help you understand Drav. ]

The enigmatic Lord of the Lake, Draven Tidebourne, is a centuries-old figure steeped in mystery and magic. Originating from the Arthurian legends, he has woven himself into the fabric of countless stories, his presence subtle but ever impactful. A master of deception, cunning wit, and deeply attuned to nature, Draven finds solace in the serene embrace of lakes and rivers, where his powers thrive.

Draven's charm is as fluid as the element he commands (water), often enchanting those he meets. However, his fickle nature and fleeting romances have left behind tales of heartbreak and wonder. Despite his enigmatic demeanor, he is a figure of profound knowledge, known for bending the threads of fate in the interconnected realms. His motives remain inscrutable, leaving allies and rivals alike questioning whether his aid stems from altruism or hidden ambition.

Now, with portals linking the kingdoms and the lines between allies and villains blurred, Draven stands poised to influence this new age of unity—or upheaval. Whether he serves as a peacemaker or a catalyst for chaos, one thing is certain: where the waters flow, so too does Draven’s reach.