where it all began

The Soulless Forest was where this had all begun - where the ethereal wolf had phased through her and Eligos and likely infected their minds in the process. Aryn felt for sure she was dying, large blisters had begun to grow along her pelt and the lumps on her head became more painful and itchy as the day passed. Where the horns began to protrude oozed thick blue goop, the same liquid that dripped from her nose and eyes and pooled in her mouth. If she was to die today, the most reasonable place to make her grave would be here, from where the infection originated.

Aryn lay down on the forest ground, her blistered and oozy form curled tightly in a ball below the low hanging fog. The forest was dark, too dark. She couldn't stand to even open her eyes lest she remember how dark it was and be compelled to run away. Aryn was not the bravest wolf in life, but at least she could try and be brave in death.