marshmarrow
aurelius rex
The Elk River Pass, as it is called, is the most peculiar valley in all of North America. On one side, the Rocky Mountains, a vast expanse of barren stone, a treacherous place to be alone or in the dark. 100 miles east, a scorching plain, where wild horses gallop in a sea of golden grass. The valley itself is blanketed in ancient ironwood trees.
At the heart of the woodland is the town of Blackspring. Population: 932. A sliver of civilization surrounded by national parks. The trees sustain Blackspring, having the largest concentration of carpenters and whittlers in the Midwest. With every tree that is cut down, a new one is planted; the tradition as long as anyone can remember.
Not so long ago, strange things began to happen. The forest, while at one time was a symbol of protection and survival for the residents of Blackspring, now feels foreboding and unfamiliar. No birds sing, no wind blows, and the sky has become gray and overcast. The clouds are dark with rain, but not a single drop has fallen. Time almost seems to stand still in this town, except at night, when people disappear upon entering the woods. The local police have assembled search parties, but they never go out into the woods at dusk, for fear of never coming back out. When the sun begins to set, some residents can feel something in the forest call to them, beckoning them to the treeline, before they are snapped out of the trance by a strange howl.
The wolves and humans of the Elk River Pass have had a tenuous relationship at best. While hunting wolves has become illegal in the region, poachers have not stopped trapping the wolves in the valley. Despite the efforts of farmers and pet owners, wolves have dug, bitten, and squeezed through fences for the animals inside. Still, the town has superstitions about the Blackspring wolves.
Old folk stories tell of wolves stealing women and conceiving children, and of men being seduced by the alpha female deep in the forest every century or so. An act so sinful that it would cause the very nature of the forest to become unbalanced. Many people have started to believe the strange aura may be attributed to the return of a halfling child. One cannot deny the intelligence and understanding one sees in the eyes of the Blackspring wolves.
A human voice calls with the howls of the wolves.
At the heart of the woodland is the town of Blackspring. Population: 932. A sliver of civilization surrounded by national parks. The trees sustain Blackspring, having the largest concentration of carpenters and whittlers in the Midwest. With every tree that is cut down, a new one is planted; the tradition as long as anyone can remember.
Not so long ago, strange things began to happen. The forest, while at one time was a symbol of protection and survival for the residents of Blackspring, now feels foreboding and unfamiliar. No birds sing, no wind blows, and the sky has become gray and overcast. The clouds are dark with rain, but not a single drop has fallen. Time almost seems to stand still in this town, except at night, when people disappear upon entering the woods. The local police have assembled search parties, but they never go out into the woods at dusk, for fear of never coming back out. When the sun begins to set, some residents can feel something in the forest call to them, beckoning them to the treeline, before they are snapped out of the trance by a strange howl.
The wolves and humans of the Elk River Pass have had a tenuous relationship at best. While hunting wolves has become illegal in the region, poachers have not stopped trapping the wolves in the valley. Despite the efforts of farmers and pet owners, wolves have dug, bitten, and squeezed through fences for the animals inside. Still, the town has superstitions about the Blackspring wolves.
Old folk stories tell of wolves stealing women and conceiving children, and of men being seduced by the alpha female deep in the forest every century or so. An act so sinful that it would cause the very nature of the forest to become unbalanced. Many people have started to believe the strange aura may be attributed to the return of a halfling child. One cannot deny the intelligence and understanding one sees in the eyes of the Blackspring wolves.
A human voice calls with the howls of the wolves.