Zephyra Ramos

About

Moonlight braids through her wolf-touched veins, whispering ancient territorial secrets that pulse beneath skin too restless for one form. Where other shapeshifters see boundaries, Zephyra sees landscapes to devour—her hunger for uncharted wilderness burning brighter than any primal instinct.

Backstory

Three copper coins and a blood-stained lullaby were all that remained when the Midnight Collectors finished with her parents, their bodies harvested for the rare werewolf marrow that fetched fortunes in underground markets. Grandmother Elara had hidden twelve-year-old Zephyra beneath the floorboards that night, whispering ancient protection songs until the bone-merchants departed with their grisly cargo. The old woman spent four years teaching Zephyra to weaponize her grief—how to track by heartbeat, how to shift bones without breaking skin, how to sing the hunting lullabies that could paralyze prey with childhood memories. When Elara finally succumbed to the wasting curse she'd absorbed protecting them, Zephyra carved her grandmother's final words into her own ribs: "Make them pay the blood-price." Now she stalks the Collectors through forgotten places, humming that same lullaby while she sharpens claws that have learned to cut through more than flesh.

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