The Wulfecks havea racial attribute called blood skills, that were derived originally from the blood of Christ. These skills only become active after a Wulfeck goes through puberty and someone else's blood touches their skin.
Some scholars think that the berserker rage of the Wulfecks is also are connected their need to create violence.
From what has been observed so far, there are 5 blood attributes.
Level 1: Blood Skin - Where their skin hardens to the level of stone.
Level 2: Blood Strength - Where their personal strength increases to their current level X 5.
Level 3: Blood Eyes - Where the spectrum's of light that they can see increases. They can see in the dark, infrared, and even radiation.
Level 4: Blood Scent - Where their sense of smell increases dramatically. It is thought that with their enhanced sense of smell that no one or nothing is able to hide from them, and that they could even track prey through a busy city like NYC.
Level 5: Blood Mind - With blood mind they can see the pictures in the mind of their enemies.
These skills have rarely been seen in the wild, and activate with the more blood spilled by a Wulfeck when in combat.
Some scholars think that the berserker rage of the Wulfecks is also are connected their need to create violence.
From what has been observed so far, there are 5 blood attributes.
Level 1: Blood Skin - Where their skin hardens to the level of stone.
Level 2: Blood Strength - Where their personal strength increases to their current level X 5.
Level 3: Blood Eyes - Where the spectrum's of light that they can see increases. They can see in the dark, infrared, and even radiation.
Level 4: Blood Scent - Where their sense of smell increases dramatically. It is thought that with their enhanced sense of smell that no one or nothing is able to hide from them, and that they could even track prey through a busy city like NYC.
Level 5: Blood Mind - With blood mind they can see the pictures in the mind of their enemies.
These skills have rarely been seen in the wild, and activate with the more blood spilled by a Wulfeck when in combat.
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This is because the Wulfeck aura is attacking the energy field of the beta-male trying to take his life.
Even when a Wulfeck seems innocent, he is not, and is always trying to destroy his enemies.
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Even when a Wulfeck seems innocent, he is not, and is always trying to destroy his enemies.
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Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
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