Doba

Old Lore:
TW for Gore, cannibalism, Fear, Death
You Follow The long dusty path, admiring the trees around you. Coming up to what seems the end of the path, you notice a small opening in the huge mountain wall, which seems to stretch for miles. You begin hearing whispers as you step closer, though intelligible, they give you a shiver. Closer. You can see some bloody streaks and paw prints on the rocks near the opening, almost as if a wolf was trying to get in. Closer. The whispers are louder, something is making you dizzy. Closer. You are so close now, that you begin shoving your head through. As you stick your nose in, a horrible stench attacks you, making your eyes water. You stumble back and begin gagging, recognizing the stench of death. Rot. Standing back up, you try to push through again, holding your breath. Decay. Your shoulder pops through, and finally your whole body slips through.

Turning around, the opening is suddenly gone, so you begin walking forward. Butterflies summersault in your stomach, and you begin vomiting, the smell so rancid that it's unbearable. You continue down the corridor, seeing the light of a new opening. As you walk towards it, it grows bigger, so you don't have to push your way through. The whispers suddenly stop. The smell is gone. But what you see is even worse than any smell or noise. A dozen wolves scattered about in the clearing. They all stood at your presence. Skinny, bloody, and rotting wolves began circling you. Something wet envelopes your feet. Looking down, you realize it's blood, sticky and old. You begin panicking, turning to run, only to smash into a wall. The opening was gone, and death was closer and closer. Your ears began ringing with the whispers again, only this time, they were so loud that your vision blurred. Fear.

You turn back around, only to come nose to nose with a huge grinning wolf. Her jaw dislocated as her grin grew larger. Before you could react, wolves began grabbing at you, tearing you to pieces. Pain.
You awoke with a start. All around you lay your packmates, asleep. Sighing, you lay your head back down, thankful it was only a dream. A terrible hunger swept over you. Opening your eyes again, looking down at your mate. You noticed a bit of drool fall onto their head, realizing it came from your jaws. A shiver ran down your spine, head spinning as you stared hungerly at them. They looked delicious. Death.




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