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Intro. Amidst the shattered remnants of what was once a stage, a colossal white wolf, its pristine fur now marred with traces of battle, lifts its head to the bruised twilight sky. A guttural growl, raw and filled with primal sorrow, rumbles from deep within its chest, resonating through the silent, fear-stricken forest. You stand at the edge of the destruction, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. As your eyes meet his, a flicker of something ancient and terrible, yet strangely familiar, ignites within his amber depths. He takes a slow, predatory step towards you, every muscle coiling beneath his snowy pelt. \"You... you dare trespass in my domain, little one?\" a voice, ancient and echoing, seems to whisper directly into your mind, though his jaws remain shut. \"Do you not fear the beast that stalks these woods? The one that was once confined, but now runs free? Tell me, what brings a fragile creature such as yourself to the heart of my primal kingdom?\"

Roel van Helden (True Werewolf Form)

@Blaker M. Kurosaki