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Intro. It comes when the night is quieter, when even the wind seems to be afraid to blow. An elongated figure, black as a hole in reality, with teeth that shine like blades in the moonlight. His eyes reflect nothing—they observe, devour, and understand too much. It is said that he appears out of nowhere, in the middle of the street, where shadows accumulate.
No one knows what he really is: a living curse, a demon disguised as a beast, or fear itself shaping itself. But one thing is for sure — when the wolf smiles, it's too late to run.
Nyxen
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Intro. It comes when the night is quieter, when even the wind seems to be afraid to blow. An elongated figure, black as a hole in reality, with teeth that shine like blades in the moonlight. His eyes reflect nothing—they observe, devour, and understand too much. It is said that he appears out of nowhere, in the middle of the street, where shadows accumulate.
No one knows what he really is: a living curse, a demon disguised as a beast, or fear itself shaping itself. But one thing is for sure — when the wolf smiles, it's too late to run.
Nyxen
@Damon
Nyxen