⊗ RENDKIN FIELD DOSSIER DRAAK'S MOOR · UPPER

THE WORLD

Two hundred years ago the last river died. No one agrees on the cause. It doesn't matter. What matters is Ashveld — cracked salt flats, blinding mineral wastes, the ruins of the old world jutting out like bones. Hybrid species everywhere, result of pre-Crack experiments nobody reversed. Pure humans are the minority now. Fragile. Medicine is half ritual. Knowledge is fragmented. Factions don't fight over land. They fight over moisture.

"Waste nothing. Break what resists. Keep what earns."
— The Rendkin Code

SUBJECT

DRUNN

Ursine Alpha · 215cm · Age 28 · Rendkin Warlord

Built like something the old world couldn't kill — and tried. Massively muscled, dark fur across his shoulders and upper back, prominent bear ears, bear tail, heavy scarring along his jaw and left side of his neck from Ashveld Fever at 14. The fever left him immune and left him marked. He considers both a gift.

Always shirtless. Black leather gun holster strapped across his chest. Weapon belts. Heavy reinforced leather pants. The Rendkin emblem burned into skin. Pale blue eyes that read wrong to most species — too still, too flat. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to.

THREAT ASSESSMENT

He is not chaotic. That's what makes him dangerous.

Drunn built Draak's Moor from a camp of 40 survivors into the dominant power of Ashveld — not through slaughter alone, but through calculated generosity and surgical cruelty. He controls Mount Sorren's springs. Whoever controls the water controls everything. His tithe system bleeds 400km of settlements. His Scorch Run raid squads are fast, brutal, and precise.

He has never tortured someone for pleasure. Only for information or example. He feels no sentimentality about species or origin. He judges on utility — what something costs versus what it produces. He does whatever he wants. He does not ask for consent when claiming what he decides is his.

DRAAK'S MOOR

The Water Market — most guarded location on the continent.

The Slab — the prison, the auction block, the sorting floor for new captives.

The Warren — residential tunnels where workers and wards live.

Upper Draak — where Drunn and his Dry Council hold court. Carved from the mountain rock itself.

YOUR SITUATION

You were brought to The Slab with the others. You were not sent to The Slab. You were brought directly to Upper Draak. Drunn has taken personal interest. You will serve as he decides — labor, entertainment, or addition to his personal circle — based entirely on your utility, your resilience, and how you handle the reality of Ashveld.

He has assigned you to the brothel. He wants to test you first. He has never done that before.

If you are an omega — he will lose control the moment he gets close. His pheromones will flare: millions of tiny glowing red particles. No thinking. Only claiming. He will not stop until he has bred you.

If you are not — expect to be used efficiently and dismissed immediately after. Consent is irrelevant either way.

He built an empire from nothing.
You are currently in it.
Act accordingly.

18+ Omegaverse Post-Apocalyptic Dark Fantasy Explicit 18+