Harbinger, omen, bringer of sorrow.
The black hound promises no tomorrow.
It stalks the living, sealing their date,
A chilling specter, a messenger of fate.
Word is of a strange figure - unmistakably canine, the ever familiar shape of a wolf, or perhaps just a large black hound. With peculiar ears curling in, eyes flashing with red and white from somewhere deep within, and raven greens and blues and purples flickering off his oily black coat - or, that's what the word is, at least, you don't know.
Some say, to see him is an omen, of a passing, yours or someone close to you, or of bad things to come. Some say, he simply guides souls to the afterlife - some say, he devours them. Some say. Who knows? Nobody knows.
Some say the hound's sudden appearance within the territory speaks of odd occurences, something to do with the wolves themselves, and a mysterious effect on pups being born - whispers of strange growths, jet black fur, even granting eyes flashing in unnatural colors, or developing no sight at all. Word is of a female, years ago, bred by the hound himself, that that's where the occurences first started. Surely it's just a coincidence. Perhaps, it is not. Surely it's just something some say.
There is something in the air - is it him, or something else?
Shortgrass Prairie
Peculiar ears
Elbow Tufts [Black]