|| Lore ||

written by 𝓡𝓪𝓲𝓷𝔂♡

In the ancient forest, where moonlight weaves through the gnarled branches, there resides a wolf named Grim. The Starlights Embrace pack reveres Grim as their mystical guardian—a creature of shadows and secrets.

Grim's fur is as black as the void between stars, absorbing moonbeams and rendering it nearly invisible in the night. Its yellow eyes, like twin suns, pierce through the darkness, revealing hidden paths and forgotten truths.

Adorned with ram horns and skulls, Grim bears the weight of ancient spirits. The ram horns symbolize its connection to the celestial forces—the dance of constellations that guide the pack's destiny. The skulls, remnants of long-lost ancestors, whisper wisdom to Grim in the rustling leaves.

Feathers cling to Grim's fur, each plume a memory of moonlit ceremonies. When the pack gathers beneath the ancient oak, Grim stands sentinel, its presence bridging the mortal realm and the celestial planes. It howls, and the stars themselves seem to answer—a chorus of distant galaxies acknowledging their guardian.

Within Grim's lair, bones and relics are arranged meticulously. Skulls dangle from twisted branches, their hollow eyes reflecting the constellations above. Feathers flutter like spectral butterflies, and the air hums with magic. Here, Grim rests, communing with the spirits of the forest, seeking guidance for the pack's trials.

The Starlights Embrace pack knows that Grim's wisdom is both ancient and timeless. When the moon waxes full, they gather around the wolf, their voices rising in harmonious chants. Grim listens, its eyes half-closed, absorbing their hopes and fears. It imparts cryptic messages—a riddle here, a prophecy there—leaving the pack to decipher their meaning.

And so, Grim remains the enigmatic guardian of the forest, its presence a reminder that the threads of fate are woven not only by mortal paws but also by celestial hands. When the pack faces darkness, they turn to Grim, seeking solace in its luminous gaze—a beacon in the night, a guide through the tangled underbrush of destiny.

"Fear not," Grim whispers, "for the stars watch over us all."