It is a good day to die. |
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I raised in a distant wood, alpha of the pack. Though we were isolated, we were strong, we were swift. We hunted our land and protected it from human hunters. We preserved the balance of life. It was a fear day when the shadow-men came. We scattered, unable to draw blood with tooth or claw. I ran from them like a coward, though all my pack-mates ran as well. I fell, and found myself in a house of humans with another werewolf looking over me. We have joined our blood, uniting as a pack. Wears a heavy robe "purchased" from Khalazdad through Kittiness, with silver hair and green, slitted eyes like a wolf. Still has not managed to replace the worn-out shoes he wears. |