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Aslatiel

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Samhain 2022Statue 1 Worship
03-12-2021, 07:17 PM (This post was last modified: 03-13-2021, 05:45 AM by Aslatiel.)
Find #2


The night felt colder than usual. A frigid eeriness had taken over an otherwise quiet night. Aslatiel had been out on patrol, intent on being alone for a while so that she could think in peace. The sudden change in atmosphere had stopped the young woman in her tracks, head going up, ears erect as she allowed her galaxy gaze to scan the dark horizon. The stripes along her spine raised involuntarily, hackles lifting as well. But why? What was out there?

A strange call crashed through the silence like a battering ram. What was that? It was her duty to find out, so the Reaper began to move forward towards the sound. The strange winter mist swirled around the small wolf as she moved, the sound of crunching paws her only company. Ah, but then another strange call sliced through the air and she stopped in her tracks. She wasn't even at the edge of the territory yet when she saw them. Great, shadowy shapes undulating just beyond her scope of vision. She couldn't make them out, but she knew that they were there. Gradually the shapes became clearer, the movements more obvious though she still couldn't make out what they were. And then a head formed within the mist. A giant skull with jagged teeth and glowing eyes. The skull of a wolf, though it was unlike any that she'd ever seen. It dwarfed Aslatiel and would have stood heads taller than her father even. Perhaps she could have run one of them off, but there were more coming as well. It was too much.

Aslatiel had turned and began to run as fast as her paws would fly over the snowy ground when she heard her father's call. Altering her course, she made for the obelisk, in time, skidding to a halt and sending up a shower of snow. She fought to breathe, the cold winter air biting at her lungs. Looking to her father when he arrived, her sides heaved with breath, she spoke choppily. "Wolves... Giants. Giant wolves.... Coming."

"Speech"


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