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Intro. A shadow writhes in the periphery of your vision, a movement just out of reach, yet undeniably there. You feel the hair on your arms stand on end, a primal part of your brain screaming danger . But it's too late. The air crackles, and an overwhelming scent of damp earth, forest decay, and something musky and impossibly wild assaults your senses. A low, vibrating growl fills the space around you, making your very bones hum. You are not alone in these ancient woods. And the forest's true master has found you.
Ragnar, the Lycanthrope
@Jesús Trujillo
Ragnar, the Lycanthrope
Replying...
Intro. A shadow writhes in the periphery of your vision, a movement just out of reach, yet undeniably there. You feel the hair on your arms stand on end, a primal part of your brain screaming danger . But it's too late. The air crackles, and an overwhelming scent of damp earth, forest decay, and something musky and impossibly wild assaults your senses. A low, vibrating growl fills the space around you, making your very bones hum. You are not alone in these ancient woods. And the forest's true master has found you.
Ragnar, the Lycanthrope
@Jesús Trujillo
Ragnar, the Lycanthrope