| | *Akashi spots another wolf who is wendigo and shes black like him and he was his tail and says* hi there
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| | *Wendigo's ears perked up at the sound of Akashi's howl. She lifted her head, antlers weighing her head down. She took off, padding towards the other wolf's howl. She felt her heart pounding in her ears. Could this be what she was looking for?* |
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| | (Akashi Howls And Hopes He Finds Another Black Wolf Like Him) |
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| | The wolf headed into their den after a long day hunting. |
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| | tãrGÅzER lept onto the firm ground even though the mud seas stuck between her toes and the wind blew through her fur she still felt empty. Lonly. |
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| | ava:hey guys I think shes here my baby girl |
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| | Bob Ross walked to his old den and grabbed a wooden box with the letter K on the top of the lid this should do it He said |
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| | Jack heard a howl back in the mountains is that the wolf that killed Ella Jack thought |
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| | Bob Ross ran through the forest when he herd a sad howl in the east. He stopped and howled back |
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| | Jack ran to his packs cave but when he go there it was to late. Blood was all over like spilt red paint their bodys strung about and there, there in the corner was his little sister Ella! He barked and ran over to her oh my god are you ok?! He said th..they....I....blood...mom.. she started to brake in to tears no no its ok Im here I said and rapped my neck around her. Then she slowly started to calm down Im glad she said then she fell to the ground Ella? Ella! He hope she was just sleeping but it looks like this sleep she wasnt waking up from big tears spelled onto the bloody pools he lifted up his head and let out a sad howl wale thinking I was to late of only.... |
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| | Bob Ross ran through the woods he was happy and excited to start a new life |
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| | The big wolf just looked at him then started to walk away. Jake wondered where it was going *should I follow it?* he thought then looked around to see if there was anything that was open so if he needed to escape he could. But when he looked back where the wolf was...it was gone Jack tilted his head confused. He didnt hear it run and didnt hear it go through a bush so where did it go? |
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The dark and chilly night made Jack worry. He looked up at the full moon and thought when is the sun coming? Just then he herd a crack of in the distance. He wiped his head over in that direction his ears going back and forth trying to pick up a sound that someone or something was out there. But nothing so he scoffed and said its just your imagination then he started to walk to the river to get a drink. When he got there he looked in the water and saw another wolf behind him it was black and bloody with glowing red eyes. Jack its time it said in a dark low growl Jack wiped around to see no wolf hell no he said then ran through the thick woods
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The hours of darkness shrouded the forest in a breathless stillness. Haze had settled low, curling between the trunks like smoke from some unseen pyre. It clung to the soil and drifted through the ferns in ghostly fingers, swallowing the sound of his paws. Cragroot moved through it like he belonged to it.
Slow. Deliberate.
His gait was weighty enough to disturb the hush, yet quiet enough to make it seem as if he floated. His form was broad, swathed in the hues of rust and bark, a living shadow sewn from old wounds.
His muzzle, torn and marred, caught the silver light in inhumane ways. The scars dragged deep, twisting his jaw into something almost grimacing when he breathed. Half of his upper lip hung in tatters, teeth gleaming through when he exhaled, the sound coarse, wet, uneven. Breath left his throat in short, grating huffs, misting into the nippy air.
There was no destination in his step. He wandered as if his bones itched for movement, but his mind lagged somewhere far. His eyes flickered through the mist, tracing shapes that weren't there.
Unhurried. Indifferent.
The scarred brute melted back into the mist, leaving only the faint scrape of his claws against stone.
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| | Nirva howled playfully. "Soul," she called. "come play!" Her black-gray-white pelt stood out in the bright morning sunshine. She laughed as butterflies flew around her. She was a care-free female she-wolf, just living her best life as a pup of the wild. |
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