A moon later, an eerie chill in the night air greeted some unexpected visitors as they set foot into the forest. Creatures shied away in terror as they marched through the quiet forest. Some had sleek coats, while others matted and shaggy. They were of different sizes and stood at various heights, but all of a strong build. Their coats and fangs were stained with dried blood, powerful muscles rippled beneath their fur. At the head of the pack stood a stout wolf that had long sleek legs and a distinct crimson coat with markings of flames that licked its entire back right down to its tail. This eye-catching coat made it stand out from the rest even when dimmed by the shadow of the night. The bloodthirsty wolves trampled over the terrain as they slowly made their way towards the pack, upon the cliff where it overlooked the rushing river below. With each dreadful step they took, they got closer to the pack. The moonlight shone brighter through the thinning canopy as the forest floor slowly turned to rocky grounds. Labels: ito wolves, second tale
|5:11 PM|
In the beautiful lush green forest of the Raye Mountains, where the clear stream ran through the dense growth of ancient trees, birds sang their sweet melodious songs on its thick boughs. Furry little squirrels scampered out from their holes in search of food. Herds of white tailed deer pranced around the meadows, grazing on juicy blades of grass. This place was the home of the many wolf packs that lived in this sanctuary. Labels: ito wolves, second tale
Once again, hunters’ season came. But this time, the hunters weren’t humans, not at all. They killed more than usual, neither did they retrieve the dead game. The hunt gradually filled the peaceful forest with a thick mist of death. The ground was soaked a deep red with its residents’ blood, littered with countless mauled or rotting carcasses all around. The terrible cries of the hunted and the bloodthirsty cry of the hunters echoed through the dark night. From then on, hell began…
(To be Continued...)
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A moon later, an eerie chill in the night air greeted some unexpected visitors as they set foot into the forest. Creatures shied away in terror as they marched through the quiet forest. Some had sleek coats, while others matted and shaggy. They were of different sizes and stood at various heights, but all of a strong build. Their coats and fangs were stained with dried blood, powerful muscles rippled beneath their fur. At the head of the pack stood a stout wolf that had long sleek legs and a distinct crimson coat with markings of flames that licked its entire back right down to its tail. This eye-catching coat made it stand out from the rest even when dimmed by the shadow of the night. The bloodthirsty wolves trampled over the terrain as they slowly made their way towards the pack, upon the cliff where it overlooked the rushing river below. With each dreadful step they took, they got closer to the pack. The moonlight shone brighter through the thinning canopy as the forest floor slowly turned to rocky grounds. Labels: ito wolves, second tale
|5:11 PM|
In the beautiful lush green forest of the Raye Mountains, where the clear stream ran through the dense growth of ancient trees, birds sang their sweet melodious songs on its thick boughs. Furry little squirrels scampered out from their holes in search of food. Herds of white tailed deer pranced around the meadows, grazing on juicy blades of grass. This place was the home of the many wolf packs that lived in this sanctuary. Labels: ito wolves, second tale
Once again, hunters’ season came. But this time, the hunters weren’t humans, not at all. They killed more than usual, neither did they retrieve the dead game. The hunt gradually filled the peaceful forest with a thick mist of death. The ground was soaked a deep red with its residents’ blood, littered with countless mauled or rotting carcasses all around. The terrible cries of the hunted and the bloodthirsty cry of the hunters echoed through the dark night. From then on, hell began…
(To be Continued...)
|9:39 PM|