Regnum Lacrimarum
"Our existence has been predicted in the stars..."
You were travelling the Riparian Woodland on a misty spring day, scouting the territory for your pack. Your cold paws stomped on wet dirt and you sniffed loudly, looking for any interesting scents. You caught one - a fresh, citrusy kind of aroma. You breathed it in, as it strongly reminded you of home. You shook off the little water droplets that built up on your fur and set off, looking for the source.
A few miles of tracking later you finally found it. A group of wolves found shelter from the rain under a large oak. The biggest one, propably the lead, had glowing blue patterns painted on their skin. It wasn't like anything you've seen before.
You decided to come closer, as your curiosity took over your self-preservation instincts. One of the wolves noticed you and alerted the leader. Suddenly, all the eyes were on you. You greeted the wolves, trying to seem relaxed and non-threatening. One of them stepped forward. He had beautiful, opalescent green fur and electrifying blue eyes.
'Welcome, traveler. What are you looking for in this unpleasant place? It isn't the best hour to trade goods or conduct diplomatic discussions.'
You think your reply through. This wolf seems wise, you want to appear as someone just as trustworthy as him.
'I am seeking shelter from all the rain. It's all I need. Could I, perhaps, squeeze in under that tree of yours?'
'Of course, dear.' His aura was warm. When you approached him, you noticed he smelled like cinnamon and other spices. '...As long as you don't steal my herbs.' He adds with a wink.
You notice he's carrying a few packets with him. You smile gently.
'I'm not a thief. What is the name of your pack?' You ask as politely as possible, sitting on the soft moss under the tree besides the green wolf.
'Regnum Lacrimarum. It's been like that for ages. Do you belong to any pack?'
Do you admit the truth? Or do you abandon your previous pack to live with them, under the watchful eyes of the otherwordly leader?
You were travelling the Riparian Woodland on a misty spring day, scouting the territory for your pack. Your cold paws stomped on wet dirt and you sniffed loudly, looking for any interesting scents. You caught one - a fresh, citrusy kind of aroma. You breathed it in, as it strongly reminded you of home. You shook off the little water droplets that built up on your fur and set off, looking for the source.
A few miles of tracking later you finally found it. A group of wolves found shelter from the rain under a large oak. The biggest one, propably the lead, had glowing blue patterns painted on their skin. It wasn't like anything you've seen before.
You decided to come closer, as your curiosity took over your self-preservation instincts. One of the wolves noticed you and alerted the leader. Suddenly, all the eyes were on you. You greeted the wolves, trying to seem relaxed and non-threatening. One of them stepped forward. He had beautiful, opalescent green fur and electrifying blue eyes.
'Welcome, traveler. What are you looking for in this unpleasant place? It isn't the best hour to trade goods or conduct diplomatic discussions.'
You think your reply through. This wolf seems wise, you want to appear as someone just as trustworthy as him.
'I am seeking shelter from all the rain. It's all I need. Could I, perhaps, squeeze in under that tree of yours?'
'Of course, dear.' His aura was warm. When you approached him, you noticed he smelled like cinnamon and other spices. '...As long as you don't steal my herbs.' He adds with a wink.
You notice he's carrying a few packets with him. You smile gently.
'I'm not a thief. What is the name of your pack?' You ask as politely as possible, sitting on the soft moss under the tree besides the green wolf.
'Regnum Lacrimarum. It's been like that for ages. Do you belong to any pack?'
Do you admit the truth? Or do you abandon your previous pack to live with them, under the watchful eyes of the otherwordly leader?
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