The sun, falling submissively from the sky to drown in the oceans below, watched the last of its crimson rays bleed into the black oblivion of night. A giant sterling sphere rose above the tree tops, casting silvery shadows upon the moist earth. The trees stood still as soldiers, looming ahead of you, oblivious to the waves of fog splashing towards their trunks. The hauntingly beautiful chorus of a wolf pack echoes throughout the forest, breaking the tranquillity of the serene atmosphere to notify you of their presence. Your heartbeat increases, your pulse quickens, what is it they wish of you?
A wolf, bathed in moonlight, approaches, her glowing eyes gazing into the depths of your soul. As more pairs of eyes opened around you, the black velvet on the wolf's shoulders seemed to draw her back within the shadows to join her comrades. Another chorus of beckoning rises, seemingly closer this time. Should you follow? Choose wisely. Accept your fate, and join the ranks of Acwellan.
-By Repulsion |
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