Призрак Войны

Lore written by BlizzardOfDeath
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Blood, pain, screams. Those are the facts of war. The trenches were a horrible place, disease-ridden mud-filled holes that you had to spend days in. The soldiers inside were grateful for the reassuring presence of War Ghost. She was a war dog and helped the soldiers in their endeavors. Even in these horrible conditions, War Ghost did not give up. Corpses were littered across the battlefield, the smell atrocious. Nothing could compare to such a thing. Though War Ghost didn't understand why she was fighting, she would protect her humans, she would stay loyal until her death. One fateful day, War Ghost was bringing some food to the soldiers when a grenade was launched into the putrid trenches, containing chemical gas. The soldiers scattered in the trench, but there was nowhere to go. The luckier ones grabbed gas masks, trying to protect themselves from the deadly chemical. War Ghost was confused at the rush, but was used to it, that was war after all. A human saw her and took a gas mask that was left behind, pulling it hastily over her face and muzzle. Unfortunately, gas masks aren't shaped for dogs, and War Ghost died that day. But apparently, her time on the mortal plane was not over. She was reborn as a beautiful gray wild wolf. Though she may not bear the scars of war anymore, she vividly remembers every single horrifying part of it. She may be seen, wandering the woods, still wearing the gas mask that couldn't save her.