⛧Pentagram Paradox⛧
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A cozy painting of the royal den(s).
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ayyyy wip lmao
A rough sketch of the layout of the main Paradox camp.
A rough layout of the Glacier, as seen by the Paradox.
Your paws are sweltering and frostbitten from walking.
You aren't sure how exactly you got to the frozen wasteland. You remember running from a grizzly bear, and you tripped over something… or was it that you ran into a pack of coyotes? No, you definitely tripped over something... Ugh, you don't know.The point is, you have no idea where you are now. You're freezing cold. It feels as if the stale breeze in this place was eating at your ankles.
Your ears swivel backward as you trudge through the thick, heavy snow. The whining of the ice caps in the far horizon made absolutely horrifyingly deep, loud bellows.
Your stomach is wretching. You have no idea where you're headed. You don't know if you're walking out of the wasteland or further inside, you were just hoping to find some food. The ice cold water was too chilly for your taste, and you were certain fishing in it would worsen your condition.
When you thought all hope was lost and you prepared for the mental turmoil of losing your life here, a sharp, pungent smell waved across your nose.
Wolves… there's wolves here!
You're ecstatic, but you are unsure about the likeliness of a pack living here. Why in such a dastardly place such as this? Where there is no food, and the water is freezing cold? Where just stepping out could freeze the tips of your fur?
But you cannot fault the smell of a marking scent such as this.
You follow the smell. You pick up the pace now, losing your breath as you stop.
You see a figure amongst the hills of snow, poking out a forest of trees in the distance.
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