Meissa

Night had consumed the world.

The nights had been growing longer and longer as the cold season came on, but Meissa could not remember a night so cold as this, so long and demanding of attention. The world was changing so quickly, she didn't understand it. She longed for the warmth of the sun, the way it swept over her coat and brought her loving heat, as if the sun itself was caressing her when she walked beneath its glow. She could hardly remember the last time she saw the sun in its full glory.

Was this the end of the world?

Her adoptive pack, if you could truly call it that, had made soft utterances of apocalypses and terrors though they had never seemed to be real. Not until now, when the wind swept whispers and it seemed every way she turned, the stone itself grew crystals and mushrooms that glowed, taunting of the chance (that felt very real right now) that they would not see daylight ever again.

What was next - would wolves begin to glow? Would they somehow grow bio-luminescent? She checked her own pelt, determined that despite her cape of white, she would not begin to glow and take on such a fearsome attribute. Though, of course, she had no control over whether that would occur or not.

What is going on?

OOC