Cosmic_Flare
Darkness Comes
Truff
IntroThe wind snapped at the trees, causing a symphony of brushing leaves. Dew shone like miniscule gems of the earth’s fur, its color verdant. Blazing down with glory, the sun greeted the early risers, the men and women preparing for the Bracken. This ritual done by every warrior of the tribe would prove who was worthy to live among them, but the beginnings of the ceremony would start much later in the day. Tables filled with wooden bowls and plates lay out, the fresh morning beginning with a voluptuous meal. A warning call blared throughout the village, waking the clan to come and begin the festivities. Children, elders, and warriors alike lifted their heads from their pillows, grinning at the horn, for deep in the forest lay a brood of ferocious pests, the enemies of the clan, and the day ahead would bring pain to many of them. All rose, bearing their fur skirts and tops, a few older members brandishing weapons with a bright stone, or tying on necklaces with a shiny gem. A light rapping sounded on the door of a small hut, the owner a young adult who’s life was bout to change.
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Deep in the forest, beyond the bushes with blue leaves, a pack of wolves lay, sleeping away their worries and strife. Each one bore a stone on their body, all different in some shape or form, but all holding the same purpose. A king looked over these few gathered, his long white muzzle swiveling back Andy forth. Today was the day.
Today, he would have to keep his people close. Today, he would have to be aware at all times. Today, tears would be shed. Because he knew, to the far side of the forest was a tribe of savages, who, once a year, gathered their growing soldiers and took out to his lands in search for something to kill. Every year without fail he had seen his own kind slaughtered and stripped of their gems, all for the glory of these disgusting humans.
Turning, he looked back into his cave, his den. In the back was a young adult wolf, her chest slowly rising and falling as she slept. Growling softly to himself, th king of the Verdulfs promised hies daughter would not become a victim of their games... no matter what the cost.
IntroThe wind snapped at the trees, causing a symphony of brushing leaves. Dew shone like miniscule gems of the earth’s fur, its color verdant. Blazing down with glory, the sun greeted the early risers, the men and women preparing for the Bracken. This ritual done by every warrior of the tribe would prove who was worthy to live among them, but the beginnings of the ceremony would start much later in the day. Tables filled with wooden bowls and plates lay out, the fresh morning beginning with a voluptuous meal. A warning call blared throughout the village, waking the clan to come and begin the festivities. Children, elders, and warriors alike lifted their heads from their pillows, grinning at the horn, for deep in the forest lay a brood of ferocious pests, the enemies of the clan, and the day ahead would bring pain to many of them. All rose, bearing their fur skirts and tops, a few older members brandishing weapons with a bright stone, or tying on necklaces with a shiny gem. A light rapping sounded on the door of a small hut, the owner a young adult who’s life was bout to change.
———
Deep in the forest, beyond the bushes with blue leaves, a pack of wolves lay, sleeping away their worries and strife. Each one bore a stone on their body, all different in some shape or form, but all holding the same purpose. A king looked over these few gathered, his long white muzzle swiveling back Andy forth. Today was the day.
Today, he would have to keep his people close. Today, he would have to be aware at all times. Today, tears would be shed. Because he knew, to the far side of the forest was a tribe of savages, who, once a year, gathered their growing soldiers and took out to his lands in search for something to kill. Every year without fail he had seen his own kind slaughtered and stripped of their gems, all for the glory of these disgusting humans.
Turning, he looked back into his cave, his den. In the back was a young adult wolf, her chest slowly rising and falling as she slept. Growling softly to himself, th king of the Verdulfs promised hies daughter would not become a victim of their games... no matter what the cost.