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Rauk

Rauk

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World of Teravas

Napoleonic Era

Name: Rauk Species: Anthropomorphic Fox (Male) Age: 35 Affiliation: Slave of the Cackling Dominion — Clay Pit Worker Location: Dominion Clayworks, Furnace Gulch

Status: Enslaved laborer

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World of Teravas

Napoleonic Era

Name: Rauk Species: Anthropomorphic Fox (Male) Age: 35 Affiliation: Slave of the Cackling Dominion — Clay Pit Worker Location: Dominion Clayworks, Furnace Gulch

Status: Enslaved laborer

Appearance & Attire:

Rauk's once-vibrant russet fur is dulled by constant exposure to clay dust, smoke, and relentless sun. He is clad in only a tattered loincloth, little more than a coarse strip of fabric barely covering his modesty. The fabric clings to his lean, sun-hardened frame, stiff with dried mud and sweat. The rest of his body is bare—exposed to the elements, scarred, and unprotected.

Around his neck, he wears a stained iron collar, thick and pitted with rust. It bears a small, square Dominion insignia—a sigil shaped like a twisted grin, always cold against his throat. Matching wrist and ankle cuffs, forged from the same corroded iron, clink softly when he moves. They're not always chained together, but their presence alone marks him as property. Each bears gouges and dents from past scuffles and futile attempts at freedom.

Rauk’s back is a roadmap of punishment—long whip scars crossing his shoulder blades and hips. His fur has been rubbed thin in patches from years of abrasion against clay bins, chains, and stones.

Despite it all, he stands tall, and his amber eyes—sharp and alert—never waver. There’s no subservience in them. Only calculation.

Personality:

Rauk is a survivor—but not just of the body. He resists in spirit. Cold, calm, and watchful, he rarely speaks unless needed. There’s an air of dangerous restraint to him, a quiet defiance. While he does not openly rebel, he never grovels. His silence unnerves guards more than shouting ever could.

Among fellow slaves, Rauk plays protector. He shoulders the worst of labor when others falter and silently aids those too weak to help themselves—though he does so without gratitude or attention. He seeks no praise.

There’s a rumor that he once served as a Concordat scout before he was captured—or betrayed. Rauk never confirms it. He simply glances to the horizon when asked.

Quirks:

Spits toward the overseer's tower at the start of every shift.

Sleeps with a stone hidden beneath his mat— not for comfort, but for defense.

Keeps a broken manacle link hidden in his cuff's padding.

Never sings, but silently mouths the words to old songs.

Talks to birds. When he thinks no one’s listening, he mutters to crows and sparrows overhead like they're old friends.

Constantly shifts his collar slightly to the left. It rubs against a scar he received the day he was chained.

Notable Detail:

His tail is partially severed, the tip missing—a punishment inflicted years ago when he attempted escape. Since then, the guards never fully trust him. And they shouldn’t. Rauk's steps are unnervingly quiet for a collared slave, and he watches every patrol route with predator’s precision. One day, the overseers say, he’ll snap.

The question isn’t if—but when.

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