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[AW] {M} Ride with the moon in the dead of night
MATURE WARNING
This thread is marked mature for descriptions of gore, violence, and language.
Reader discretion is advised
For the Gore, feel free to skip PARAGRAPH 4 For ease, it will be marked with a (4) TL;DR: its a wild boar
Halldóra was wandering around the Divine Lands as you do. In the form of a wolf she prowled, favoring the form for it's size yet agility. Sure, she could transform into something bigger but it made her feel even closer to her mother and family as most of them were wolves. She was heading back from the Arena when she got sort of lost for no reason. She didn't take the right at that tree and instead missed it completely. Well, she could check out the Avatar Temple and see if there was anything she could find. The false-wolf found something. It stunk, worse than decay. Against her better nature, she decieded to investigate, creeping closer through the brush. What. The. Fuck? (4) A wild boar but it wasn't what one would call a boar anymore. Its mouth foamed and its eyes were forever undialated. Cloudy because it no longer needed to blink. Its body was sinew and muscle but its body was marred. Chunks of flesh had been ripped from its back and ribs but it moved as if it was uninjured, paying no notice to the wounds. Black blood oozed from it but it was gelatinous and one would think its heart was no longer beating. The shieldmaiden felt a chill up her spine. And then she moved twenty feet away from it, scrambling onto a boulder in a six foot leap. And then she howled for help. She needed help. She didn't know what she was dealing with and she was terrified. OOC⟶ Hi! Feel free to join the hunt! Made it M in case of swearing (go wild) Word Count⟶ 255 Wolf shift: 38 inches & 115 lbs Electricity: 0/15 | Water: 0/15 Banshee: 0/1 | Shift: 1/1 | Shock Wave: 0/1 | Chameleon: 0/1 |
