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within the dauntless, within the heart. where ancients grasp the thick of blood, the white of your bones, resides a home to the unknown. their muscles so ripe with energy and dynamism they tear through palisades, through backwoods and veldts, charging forth with a beauty only known to the greats. the faster their claws bare the untouched earth, the taller their antlers begin to grow. unseeing spikes pivoted towards the dark and dun empyrean. stretching, flourishing, thriving. no matter where you came from. their bones forged from the same daemons, the same muck stood upon. the blood running wine through their purple veins. their vision, coming through imperceptible waves, glancing from one pelted canine to another. they are all one, connected through the beating of their mighty pulse. through their antlers. invisible to their eyes, but bright to the divine.

leaving the horde, there is only one acceptation: oblivion. death amongst yourself. leaving this cosmos to join the ancients in their divine realm, to be called upon by the spirits. once pledged to the pack, you mustn't vacate your brethren. for your antlers have just begun to sprout, and once forsaken, the truss must take. them. back. the antlers, in flesh, shade and specter, will seek your demise. antlers are not given to those who are not worthy, who will abandon those who honored them. the relics of the sky will reclaim their strayed gifts. through death, destruction, or ruination. will you take your antlers, allow them to rise to the azure, dark and brave. or take them as pearl, and hide them from their creators far from desire. whatever your choice, do not turn back. do you accept the challenge?

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