Domain Of The Wolf-
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Hush Precious Baby
Vektren, The Nest
Red eyes peaked open upon the cool mist, creeping just through the entrance to the den of the Herald before dissipating. An entitiy to observe indeed. Warm red fur beside her was her life force, beside her, her litter mates had already fed for the morning. Helh had given up. Fighting with them for food as they kicked and shoved her out of the way- battling for her easiest, most filling meal each and every time was disheartening, she would try again later that day when she, only by her mother’s encouragement, would hopefully feel the motivation once more.
All of the bodies huddled closely in a heap at their red mother’s side was homey, cozy,. But the mist- what was it. Its aura drew her, spoke to her primal instincts, speaking to her soul.
Pushing and clawing, she climbed her way to the edge of the den, the mist whispering above her in its murky, turquoise allure. It’s presence was po
DotW - Valda's Request
Valda has called for you.
The words had frightened Moth so much that she couldn’t quite remember who had spoken them. Valda… asked for Moth? Her specifically? By name? It had sent a tremble quivering down her spine unlike anything else had felt before. Why? What did Valda want of her? The mild Witch Doctor had successfully evaded the spirit’s attention since the moment her four tiny paws landed in Fellfang, despite how deeply her own son had been woven into Valda’s inner web.
As the faceless messenger had urged her forward, Moth had quickly been consumed by her own thoughts. She followed the wolf she couldn’t recall with the urgency that was required, but looking back, she didn’t remember ever making the choice to walk. All she could remember were the thoughts… why her? Was she in trouble?
Was Misha in trouble?
Her eyelids drew close in a squint as she adjusted, from the bright Spring sunlight to the gloomy turquoise