“Mercy is not weakness. It simply costs more than cruelty.”

Dusk stands a little over six feet tall, broad-shouldered and powerfully built beneath layers of worn hunter’s leathers and reinforced armor. His fur is split almost perfectly down the center of his body, one side a dark charcoal black and the other a pale silver-gray, giving him an appearance that is both striking and unsettling. Matching the divide are his mismatched eyes: one a warm amber-gold, the other a piercing teal-green, both carrying the tired vigilance of someone who has spent far too many nights watching for danger.