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Deep in the heart of the forgotten wilds, where even the moonlight dares not reach, lies a cavern older than time itselfβTenebris. The cave is no ordinary hollow; it is a place where the air itself whispers secrets and the shadows coil like living things.Long ago, it was said to be the den of a pack of wolves known as the Noctisbound, creatures of legend that did not hunt for survival, but for something far darker. They were not wolves of flesh and blood alone, but spirits bound in fur, trapped between life and death. Some say they were cursed by the gods for their insatiable hunger, others claim they were once noble beasts who delved too deep into forbidden knowledge, trading their mortality for power.
The cave earned its name the night the Noctisbound were betrayed. A lone wolf, one of their own, sought to break free from their eternal hunt. He lured them into the heart of the cavern, where the very walls pulsed like a great, sleeping beast. With words stolen from the tongues of the dead, he called upon a force older than timeβand the cave itself devoured them. The Noctisbound were consumed by the darkness, their bodies lost, but their howls forever echoing in the depths.
Now, those who stray too close to Tenebris speak of glowing eyes watching from the abyss, of voices whispering in a language that does not belong to this world. Some say the Noctisbound still exist, lurking in the black, waiting for another fool to step insideβto feed the hunger of the darkness.
No wolf who enters ever returns the same⦠if they return at all.