death has arrived
band formation
10 hours ago
Calibos had a feeling. It was an interesting little tingle in his spine. His meeting with the young wolf, Bjorn, had gone well and had left him with a pleasant aftertaste. Whatever mystical monsters spoke to Calibos in his mind, they told him to look out for this one. Things could be great if only Bjorn reached out and took his opportunity. If he took his fate into his filthy little paws. The call rang out and Cal was near. The blue brute sat in the shadows, leaning against one of the crumbled stones. There was a look of amusement on his face as wolves appeared one after another. Everything was lining up as he expected. Were they congregating as lambs to slaughter or as wolves to slaughter lambs? Bjorn would be the deciding factor in that. If he had no tether and ran rampant over the land with no care, with no heart... then things would get very, very interesting indeed. "Calibos Lir"
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